Heaven's Greatest Professor

"Forget to mention," Warden said before Jason could get on his high horse. "All I have with me are a few gold crowns and some beast cores."

"Beast cores? Of what rank?"

"A few iron and dozens of copper."

Jason thought for a second. "That'll do for your need, I guess. Let us go."

Warden moved along with Jason as they walked for a quarter of an hour to get to a weapon shop. The building was just as large and daunting-looking as the administrator's office, with a huge sign titled "DragonForge Emporium" hanging over its head.

They had to verify their identity with the Arcane Society badge before entering, as all comings and goings were recorded.

"Dragonforge is the biggest weapon and other equipment-selling business empire in the world," Jason explained. "They have businesses all over the world, but only three places have such a majestic founding as Navin City."

They got into the building and were just about to head to the business section when Warden's legs faltered, finding someone familiar face to face.

"You!" The familiar-faced man shouted at him. "Bandit! Criminal, it seems fate has favoured me once again for me to come across you just when I entered the city. This is fine, this is good. Today, justice will prevail."

Warden finally recognized the guy. After all, how could he forget the self-righteous voice of this guy? It was the junior professor he had beaten up. His surname was Walt, though Warden only remembered the name he had given him, Professor Nobleass.

Yeah, Warden remembered the guy now. It was the very guy who accused him of being a bandit and was ready to take him captive without listening to anyone. Unfortunately for him, when Professor Noble Ass went to beat him, his power fell short compared to Warden's, leaving him powerless and scarred.

"How are your wounds?" Warden said.

"I will pay for all the humiliation you have caused me," Walt shouted in fury, causing many people to turn towards them. "Come now, criminal, I'll serve justice today in the name of--"

"No, thanks," Warden shrugged. He found a couple of guards walking towards them. Both of them were settled and well-cultivated in the iron rank, their aura calm and ready for action.

Before Walt did anything stupid, one of them shouted, "Fights are not welcome within the grounds of Dragonforge. You will be banned permanently from entering this establishment if we find you creating chaos."

Walt gritted his teeth and calmed himself, though his face was still brimming with fury. "Excuse me, I am Torin Walt," the guy said, almost calmly. "I didn't mean to cause any ruckus in your establishment, but as a righteous protector of the realm, I couldn't just stand by when I found a guilty killer walking among us."

Warden tilted his head. He wasn't sure if the injuries caused this guy some mental damage or something. Did he think this farce would get him anywhere with Warden?

"Is this the guy you beat?" Jason asked a little louder than usual so that everyone could hear. "I heard you beat some stuck-up noble on your way, but I didn't actually think it would be someone of the House Walt. Such a small world, isn't it?"

"You!" Walt turned to meet Jason and finally recognizing the face. "Young Master Forger, you'll take the side of this criminal?"

"I see no criminal here," Jason snorted. "All I know is someone got heavy-handed and humiliated for acting arrogantly in front of their students and some guildsmen."

Warden could see that Jason was trying to help him by informing everyone what really happened, and there was no killer or guilty person among them. If there was any, it would be Walt who misused his power to harass Warden.

"Whatever the issue is," a new voice said as another person entered. It was a woman of striking looks with locks of red hair cascading over her shoulder. "This is not the place to solve it. You either get out of here, or you will be thrown out of here."

"Hear me first, Miss Arden," Walt tried, but the woman cut him off.

"The warning is for all of you, especially you, young master Walt." She turned to Jason. "Don't think you'll get an easier time just because your father owns some stake in the establishment, young master Forger, and you..." Her eyes wandered toward Warden as she said that.

"I did not even raise my voice," Warden shrugged. "I'm just here to buy a spear."

The woman narrowed her eyes, but her look told nothing as everyone waited in an impasse.

"I will deal with you later," the professor spat at Warden. "Don't think this is over!"

With that, Torin Walt left along with a couple of his companions.

"How charming," Warden clicked his tongue and turned to Jason. "Let's go then?"

Jason nodded as they walked into the huge emporium whose walls were littered with various types of weapons on display. Warden found a few long spears as well and sized them up. They looked pretty well-forged, and any one of them would work with what he had in mind.

"Miss Arden," Jason greeted the redheaded woman. "Would you be kind enough to give us a tour?"

The redhead, Miss Arden, raised an eyebrow, sizing them up. She seemed to have already had some exchange with Jason, though she did not agree immediately.

"That would depend on what you're here to look for," she said. "If it's some common commodities, then I fear the people in charge will be more helpful than I."

"Haha," Jason laughed. "My friend Warden here wants a spear. However, I plan on custom forging heavy armour for myself, which should last me for at least in the silver rank."

The woman narrowed her eyes in calculation, seeming to measure the worth of her time against the amount she would make from Jason. Finally, profit won over, as she said, "Follow me."