Chapter 3 – Red Boar School (1/2)
Chapter 3 – Red Boar School
Calron stepped into the simple wooden carriage and sat across from the older man, as one of the soldiers sat next him while the remaining one sat ahead in the driver’s seat.
“What is your name, boy?”
The robed man brusquely asked Calron.
The older man had dark coppery skin as if he had stayed out in the sun most of his life, but it was his piercing dark green eyes that evoked fear in others. The cold aura emitting from him shook Calron’s heart, but he forced himself to retain his calm expression.
Seeing no reason to refuse or be hostile from beginning, Calron simply answered.
“Calron”
“Nice to meet you meet you, Calron. I’m Warrick, a ninth rank earth elementalist of the Spiritual stage.”
Warrick tried to sound polite but the coldness still remained in his tone. He knew that if he could influence this boy who had yet to mature, then he could use him to hunt magical beasts on his own. The greed of the elemental cores was too great for any person, regardless of their cultivation or power.
Calron simply nodded at the older man’s introduction, but he didn’t say another word.
Seeing the boy’s attitude towards him, Warrick couldn’t help but frown.
What’s with this kid, even though he’s a weak lightning elementalist, he still dares to disrespect me? However, Warrick did not say those words, as he still wanted to use Calron in the future.
“Do you know where we are going, Calron? The city Lord has ordered me to take you to the Red Boar School to train your cultivation for two years. The Red Boar School is one of the middle-tier schools of Vernia, and their founder was a famous fire elementalist in the Royal Army. You should be grateful to the Lord for giving you such an opportunity to be one of their outer disciples.”
Calron again only nodded at this new piece of information.
He knew that the Lord only wanted to use him, and to do that Calron had to cultivate to reach a higher rank otherwise even first rank Spiritual stage beasts could kill him with just a scratch.
*thadak* *thadak*
For the next few moments, only the sound of the carriage could be heard.
This brat! A trash like him is even allowed to step foot into Red Boar school, and yet he shows no reaction. Just wait boy, once I get my use out of you, I’ll whip you for your insolence.
Warrick couldn’t help but inwardly fume as his thoughts raged on, but he maintained the outward aloof cold expression on his face.
After a full fifteen minutes, the carriage had finally stopped.
The soldier sitting next to Calron stepped out first, followed by Warrick and then Calron. In front of them was a courtyard full of young people between the ages of eight and twelve, as well as some older youths.
“Those grey robes indicate that they are all the outer disciples of the school.”
Warwick pointed out as he stood next to Calron.
An elderly hunched man in a black robe stood in the center of the courtyard, as he addressed all the grey robed disciples. Calron could not hear the words, so he stopped paying attention to them and instead focused on the surroundings.
The school was quite large, as his entire village alone could fit into just one of the school’s garden.
The gate had the insignia of a red headed boar and was what Calron assumed was the symbol of the school. Calron could also see a range of buildings that spread around the area, along with a few smaller batches of huts, which he guessed were the living quarters for the disciples.
Just then, it appeared as if the black robed elderly had finished talking to the disciples as he calmly walked around the courtyard.
The old man suddenly noticed Warrick, and smiled as if he was expecting him.
He calmly started to walk towards Calron’s direction. Although the old man had a slight hunch in his back, he walked without any difficulty and his movements almost seemed as if the old man was slicing through the air currents. He only had a few white wisps of hair around his head, as the rest of his head was completely bald.
The old man’s wrinkles crinkled around his eyes, and his lips slightly curved upwards as he continued to walk forwards.
It was obvious the black robed man knew that Warrick was coming, due to the lack of surprise on his face and his furtive glances at Calron indicating that he knew very well why this child was here.
Warrick slightly bowed to the elderly man as he finally reached them, and Calron guessed this old man probably had a much higher cultivation than Warrick otherwise this cold snob would not be so respectful towards another person.
“Welcome, welcome my friends! Warrick, I trust this is the young man who was sponsored by Lord Regis?”
The old man questioned Warrick even though he knew the answer.
“Yes Elder, he’s the lightning elementalist that Lord Regis wants to cultivate. He has already awakened so he can begin his cultivation immediately.”
Warwick respectfully replied to the Elder.
The Elder nodded and then turned to look at Calron as started to examine him. Calron looked back at the old man, and for the first time he didn’t see any sort of contempt in someone’s eyes when they looked at him.
As a family of servants and furthermore a family with a lightning elementalist, people generally looked at Calron either with pity or disdain, knowing that in the future the boy was destined to be weak no matter what. Seeing none of these reactions from the Elder, Calron was a bit taken back and the Elder seemed to guess what went through Calron’s mind based on his reaction, as he very well knew the life of a lightning elementalist.
“Boy, what is your name?”
The Elder asked gently.
“Calron”
Calron timidly replied.