The Divine Elements

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.