The Return of Godkin

Chapter 215: The retrial

Seraphina was stunned. "Stop bullshitting! You're an old hermit without a wife! Where did you get a granddaughter from?"

Harold snorted. "This girl is right. I don't care what you say. Today, I want all four of these children to join Central Academy. Don't forget the final score is decided by the three of us together. You say Lily deserves one point, and I think she's earned at least four. That should give her enough to enter the outer court."

"Enough with your nonsense." Seraphina's voice dripped with wrath. "We decided on this earlier. What are you trying to pull now? No, I refuse."

Ray lowered his head, a trace of doubt growing in his heart. That grandteacher sure changed his mind quickly!

"Then what will it take for you to accept?" It was obvious Harold was not taking her stubbornness well.

Seraphina eyed him, cold enough to freeze. "Have you forgotten why we're having Raymond take a makeup trial?"

Eyes shimmering, Harold came to a startling realization and swerved toward Ray. "Right! The makeup trial. According to the Central Academy's rules, a student can make one request if they score full marks on all the trials. Raymond, you're on the road to this in the seven trials that you got points. Just one more full score and you can request an extra point for that girl."

Ray flicked his gaze from Harold to Seraphina. "But the fourth trial…"

Seraphina said, "Fine, I'll give you ten points for the fourth trial. If you manage a perfect score for the fifth in the makeup, then your tenth trial will also have full marks."

The fifth trial? The second profession test?

Although Ray felt something was amiss, he nodded immediately anyway. "Alright. I'll take the makeup trial."

Lily remained silent throughout the exchange. Ray had been waving a finger behind his back at her the entire time, warning her to keep calm, and she did so obediently for the time being. She wasn't a fool. Of course she wished to enter Central Academy! Besides, her friends would follow if she was forced to leave, and that would harm their futures!

"What is your second profession? Are you confident?" Harold asked.

Ray answered without any hesitation, "I'm certain I'll ace this test."

This prompted a snort from Seraphina. "Don't be so confident, brat. Do you even know the requirements to get a full score?"

Ray said, "Please advise me, Elder."

"It's impossible to get a full score unless you have reached the fifth rank in your second profession," Seraphina said.

At her words, Harold and Giselle's eyes popped wide, almost comically. When did the fifth trial start demanding fifth-rank professionals?

Most outer court graduates don't reach that level. In fact, isn't that a requirement to enter the inner court? He's just an examinee for the outer court, though!

Ray was dumbstruck.

Fifth rank?

For a blacksmith, reaching the fifth rank meant being capable of Spirit Refinement! Which, unfortunately, he had not accomplished yet. Ray was at the peak of the fourth rank and had been in the fourth rank for quite some time now, but he lacked the soul power necessary to advance further, even though Nigel had taught him the techniques of Spirit Refining.

Spirit Refinement was the great divider for blacksmiths, separating the ordinary grandmasters from the master craftsmen. The chickens from the phoenixes. Bridging the gap was like ascending from the earth to the heavens.

To put this in perspective, thousand-refined metals were required to make one-word battle armors, whereas two-word or higher battle armors had to be forged using metals that were spirit-refined. Not only that, one-word battle armors weren't much stronger than mechas. So only two-word battle armors and higher were considered real battle armor.

Ray glanced at Lily, sparks of worry settling in his heart, but she met his gaze with a gentleness like no other.

As he stared into her eyes, Ray was overcome with courage, turning to Seraphina and nodding. "I'll do it."

"What is your second profession?" Harold asked with narrowed eyes.

"Blacksmith!"

"Follow me then."

The three elders led him into a room, instructing staff members to bring out a forging table and rare metals.

Harold, Seraphina, and another elder stood to the side while Ray's companions watched behind him.

He approached the forging table. Then, he shut his eyes.

After the string of trials, Ray was both mentally and physically exhausted. Not only did he have to mind himself, he had to keep an eye out for his teammates as well, wracking his brains in order to get each and every one of them inside Central Academy's doors. All this responsibility weighed heavily on him, and he wasn't even fourteen years old yet! Even if he was more mature than his peers, he was still a boy.

He stood there contemplating in silence.

Spirit Refinement normally required a blacksmith to have four soul rings. However, because of his innate divine strength and talent for forging, Nigel said he only needed three rings to attempt it.

Spirit Refinement connected one's soul power with the metal in question. He needed to imbue the metal with spirit. It was the process of breathing life into metal.

The Thousand Refinements brought out the full potential hidden within a chunk of metal, but Spirit Refinement completely transformed the metal at a fundamental level!

In order to succeed at spirit refining, Ray's body and mind had to coexist in harmony and his focus must be absolute. In the moment of completion, he would have to bring the metal to life.

In fact, Nigel had mentioned just this: to spirit refine was to create life.

Ray recalled his teacher's evaluation of Spirit Refinement and reviewed the techniques needed, countless images flashing through his mind.

He stood there for a full quarter of an hour without moving.

No one hurried him. The three elders watched in silence.

Finally, Harold shot Seraphina a look and whispered, "What's the matter with you? Why are you acting so crazy? Are you calm yet?"

"Aren't you the one who taught Alfred how to be so stubborn? So what are you then?" Seraphina retorted.

"What are you trying to accomplish by setting such a high requirement? Really? Fifth rank? Last time I checked, you only needed a third-rank second profession to score full marks. Do you think he's some sort of child prodigy? When have you ever heard of a thirteen-year-old fifth rank professional?"

A chilling smile formed on Seraphina's lips. "You used such a flimsy pretense to create this situation earlier, so why does it matter if I take it another step further? Anyway, you just need to come up with some explanations after this. Wouldn't it be easy to get them to stay? These children are far more mature than others their age." She rolled her eyes.

"They need to be challenged if we want them to continue growing. The more pressure they experience young, the stronger they will become. That Ray is the most resilient of the bunch. How else are we going to get him to reach his max potential without putting him a tight spot? I'm sure you know he showed off a golden soul ring in the fourth trial right? You saw it in action in the ninth trial too. He has the soul skill of the Duskgold Dreadclaw Bear, so what can't he accomplish? If you don't force him, then will he give it his all?"

Harold snorted. "Let's just wait and see."

At that moment, Ray opened his eyes, a purple light twinkling in their depths. He darted to the shelf of metals and picked an ingot he was all too familiar with: heavy silver!

Heavy silver was the very first metal he thousand refined, and he chose to use it this time as well.

He placed it on the forging table and pressed a button, lowering it into the furnace to be calcined.

In a flash, his heavy silver hammers appeared in his hands.

He closed his eyes once more, losing himself to the vein-like patterns spanning throughout his hammers with his fingertips. It was as if his blood was melting into them.

At that moment, he was no longer Ray the soul master, but Ray the blacksmith. He had stagnated for three years at the fourth-rank. Nevertheless, he had kept steadily forging and consolidating his foundation at the fourth rank.

Ray's eyes flew open and with the push of a button, the molten chunk of heavy silver appeared.

He sucked in a deep breath and straightened his back.

"This brat isn't normal at all!" Seraphina said to Harold.

He had also noticed it. "Judging by how well he carries himself, he must've had a good teacher. I'm looking forward to seeing what heights he will reach with his potential and foundation. I heard that the Blacksmith's Association's greatest genius is a young girl named Rachel, a fourth-rank blacksmith yet to reach twenty years old. Looks like I'll have to pay the Blacksmith's Association a visit and find this kid a good master. Maybe he can reach the same level as that Rachel."