Heaven's Greatest Professor - Chapter 52 Jason Forger

Chapter 52  Jason Forger

“What kinds of perks?” Warden asked.

“Are you dumb or something?” Aurel asked, incredulous. “Surely, you’ve been through the arcane academy after awakening; how can you not know the perks that only the academy has?”

“Humour me once,” Warden requested.

“Well, obviously, it is the advanced training facilities of all different fields that only Diamond rank guilds and organisations can afford,” Aurel said. “There’s also the Arcane Archive, for those thirsty for knowledge. Besides that, you can attend lectures of Gold rankers and even half-yearly seminars of Diamond rankers. There are also many other minor confluences, like the city, atmosphere, peers—all make it an ideal job for promising rankers.

“It is why students apply for the junior instructor post right after their graduation.”

“What kind of training facilities are there?” Warden asked, interested. The archive interested him too, but he had an idea what it would be like, but not the training facility.

“All sorts of stuff from gravity chamber, Specific Elemental chamber, mock dungeon,” Aurel continued. “Like if you have a unique ability and don’t know how to train it? The academy has an answer for that. But most importantly, they have access to the paths; you know what that is, right?”

She showed an expression that told it would be completely bogus if he didn’t know what that was. Warden just nodded along.

“Anyway, why are you asking me this?” Aurel raised an eyebrow. “Are you interested in joining?”

“Maybe,” Warden said, truthfully. “What are the requirements?” Nôv(el)B\jnn

“Well, your rank will cut it,” Aurel said. “But you’d need a recommendation later from a full-time professor for the interview, unless you’re a healer. From the look of you, you aren’t one.”

“No,” Warden said, considering if June could get him a recommendation letter if he asked her.

“It’s a bummer. It took me two years to get the recommendation letter, which is quite early unless you’re a favourite of some professor.”

Does beating a professor consider as qualified in other professors’ eyes? Warden considered and shook his head. Mentioning how he had beaten Walt would only get him into trouble as far as he was concerned.

“By the way, why does the academy take low iron grade rankers as instructors?” Warden asked. “As prestigious as the academies sounded, I’m sure they can get all the cream of the crops if they wanted.”

“It’s obviously to babysit the students inside the dungeon,” Jason said as if it was obvious.

Warden nodded as that made sense, considering the grade of the dungeon was restricted to the ranks. So the Academy would always need low rankers to train young aspiring rankers and make sure of their safety inside a dungeon.

With Warden’s inquiries finished, Aurel turned to the shopkeeper to argue again. After a lot of arguing, she agreed that she would take the compensation they were giving in the form of another suit, which wasn’t exactly the customised suit she wanted but does the job.

“By the way, Aurel,” Jason said. “If you don’t get the job, you’ll join my guild, right?” “Fuck off, Jason,” Aurel cursed at the guy and carried herself out of the shop with a scowl on her face. Warden went to check out. With all the articles of clothing he bought, the full amount had reached 27 silver and 14 iron. Considering how 1 gold makes 20 silver, it wasn’t much. After checking out, Warden got out of the shop with huge bags, only to find Jason was following after him. “Do you need something?”

“Brother,” Jason said, “can I help you carry your bags?”

“Be my guest,” Warden laughed, handing him two of the larger bags while having only one for himself. Well, the guy asked himself, after all. “So we haven’t introduced ourselves,” Jason said. “Let me go first. I’m Jason Forger, born and brought up here. My deeds of honesty and courage are well-known throughout the city. As Jason stared at him waitingly, Warden could only follow up with his introduction. “Warden,” he said, wondering if having no surname is common or not. “My deeds of courage is known only to a small village in the middle of nowhere.” “Brother, you joke well,” Jason laughed. He continued, studying his outlook. “So, Warden, you’re not from around here, are you?” “Probably not,” Warden said. He hadn’t seen any grey-haired person, nor someone as tall as him so far in the city. Of course, it hadn’t been longer than four hours, but he did see a lot of people. There was no shortage of blondes, browns, or common black-haired, and even a few occasional gingers and redheads, but none even having a resemblance to his hair.

Only June seemed to have met his stature, and her hair was silver, which came as close to grey as ginger to a redhead. But she was an elf, while Warden was… complicated.

Human/Celestial (Prime, corrupted (31%); that was what the status page showed. Warden couldn’t say much about it, other than his origin being complicated.

“So if you’re not going back,” Jason continued with his pitch. “Will you mind listening to me about the guild?”

“You want me to join your guild?” Warden asked, stunned. “You don’t even know me.”

“Fair, but my gut says you’re the right person for me to consider,” Jason said. “You have this air about yourself. I can’t put a finger on it, but my gut is never wrong.”

“Perhaps you should listen to your brain more than your gut,” Warden laughed. “Mine only growls when I’m hungry. And I’m hungry now.”

“Great, I know the best place for that.”

“You’re treating?” Warden pushed.

Jason was unfazed. He didn’t fear paying after the prime candidate told him to fuck off. “As long as you listen to my pitch,” he said.

“Truth be told, I might even consider your offer if your guild didn’t have that creepy name,” Warden said.

“The name is changeable,” Jason said. “Fuck, I never really considered it to sound creepy, to be honest.”

“Well, I don’t mind listening to you ramble,” Warden said as they walked. “I lack common knowledge of this place, so anything can be news to me. Besides, I lack company until my ride arrives.”