Heaven's Greatest Professor - Chapter 90: Promise

“You won’t encounter any issues working with them.”

Warden nodded, somewhat relieved, though he didn’t mind learning. It would just take more of his precious time.

“If you sign the contract, you can begin as soon as possible,” she reminded, handing him a ready-made contract which had over fifty pages.

Warden smiled. Although his memories were gone, he wasn’t dumb enough to sign the contract right at this moment.

“I am not so eager to rush into a contract,” he said. “Let me just read through them and come back at a later date.”

Miss Arden gave him a look and nodded, as if it were natural to have the same reaction. “The offer is more than fair. Being a Tier 5 runesmith, or perhaps even higher, you might get more essence stones from other corporations, though I doubt it. However, there you won’t be able to obtain the alloy you need. We are the biggest for a reason.”

The way she used ‘we’ made him feel that the Dragonforge was her family’s corporation. Warden made a mental note to check more about them later. Of course, by check, he meant asking June about it. It would give him another excuse to talk with her, and June was more than happy to explain important stuff to the clueless fool.

“That is good, but I need some time to think about a few things. After all, I am working in the academy,” Warden added, “I need to schedule how I use my free time.”

“You worked as a combat instructor being a Tier 5 runesmith?” Miss Arden judged with all the information laid before her eyes. Finding her suspicion right, her expression shifted to disbelief.

“Is there a problem with that?”

“You know, if you can earn a hundred times more being a master Runesmith? Hell, perhaps you can even become a professor at the 4th or 5th academy if you tried.”

Warden was taken aback; this seemed like news to him. Honestly, he liked teaching students as long as they were ready to learn from him. He hated the snobby few he got thus far, but the rest were a pretty good bunch.

The combat instructor’s job wasn’t so much about teaching but more about preparing students through discipline. He was like a military instructor who pushed them to do their exercises, which they should already be doing in their time.

While it was good and all, Warden wanted more out of it. He desired to teach people, but unfortunately, the hole in his mind caused some confusion about his qualifications for the job. He needed to recalibrate his brain to attempt that.

Besides, runesmithing was not everything he had to offer. A lot of the students could benefit from just some basic training. “For now, my time belongs to training myself and instructing students, and then it other works like artificing.”

“How much time can you give it to runesmithing?” the woman asked.

“With everything going on, I feel like I can manage one or two equipment a week.”

“If you like teaching so much, you can instruct some of our young prospects about scripts,” Miss Arden suggested. “Of course, we are one of the main sponsors of the 5th academy. With your qualifications and our help, you can work as a professor there and have a lot of your time free for smithing.”

She did not explicitly state that Warden needed to sign the contract to be eligible for this kind of offer. Unfortunately, he was not that interested in switching yet. His main goal currently was to get to stability and advance.

“I am happy where I am right now,” he said.

He stored the contract to read it later and study. Having already skimmed through a couple of pages, he found the language unnecessarily complex. So, he preferred to get help from another person before signing anything that would bind his soul. Soul binding is always a serious matter.

“I’ll give you an answer within this week,” Warden said.

“I hope you come with good news,” Miss Arden said, almost believing she had the fish in the net. “Oh, you need a spear for training. You can borrow that one for now.”

Initially, Warden wanted to decline the gesture, as he wasn’t one to take advantage of others. However, he remembered how it felt to hold a spear again and decided to accept it. Dragonforge was a huge empire, as they said, and they would not care about a hastily-made spear.

“So about my armour,” Jason cut in, looking at them.

“I almost forgot about that,” Miss Arden said. “You want a custom forged heavy armour, right? Let’s talk about that right now.”

Warden was also interested in hearing about how these fancy armours and could compare them to [Maya’s Protection], so he remained for the reminder.

“First, let us talk about your budget,” Miss Arden said with her bright smile, “so that I can judge what you can afford. Well, I guess with your father’s wealth, I would not be surprised if you—”

“It’s all my wealth,” Jason said, cutting her off. “I have 3000 iron-grade essence gems and some material from the hunt, which is like another 1000 iron-grade gems.”

“I must say, young master Forger, that is quite a hefty sum for an iron Ranker,” Miss Arden said, still in her merry mood, thinking all that money would go into her pocket. “It must have taken you some time to gather all that.”

“Almost a year of my loot,” Jason said.

“Funny how your father earns more than that in just a week,” the redhead woman laughed. “With that amount, you will get true tier-4 defence, shock absorption script primarily with tier-two amplification and restoration shell. As for the metal, it would be tier 6, seven and tier 8 for various parts and some other different material to give you flexibility?”

Jason looked unwilling, considering he had earned all the wealth himself. It was quite hard to let go of it for an armour. Looks like the guy was trying to be self-established and came out of his father’s shadow, Warden could acknowledge that. He hadn’t picked the guy wrongly.

Looking at Jason like that, Warden couldn’t help but cut in. “Jason, would you mind letting me make the armour for you?”

“You would? You can?” Jason asked.

“Of course, you have bought me food. It’s the least I can do for you.”

Miss Arden watched the interaction silently and did not intervene, calculating in her mind. She seemed more like a businesswoman than a forger from the heart.

“Of course, I can’t do the forging justice, but I can draw scripts for you. I can give you tier-5 runes. But I fear I wouldn’t be available to deliver as fast as Miss Arden.”

“Haha. You would be surprised there,” Jason said with hearty laughter. “With all the orders they get, it probably would have taken Dragonforge a couple of months to deliver my armour.”

“We can do it within a month, just for you, Young Master Forger,” Miss Arden said, smirking, though she knew she wouldn’t get the most benefit out of it with Warden’s intervention.

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