Summoner's Second Chance

Chapter 02

"My friend, what are we doing in this place?" Gilbert asked while he yawned. Trace and him spent the last two hours in the library of the Summoner's Academy.

"Be patient my friend. I only need ten more minutes." For a while, Trace listed the various uses of the Red Flower. He asked Gilbert to accompany him because Fang and Liu have other pressing matters to attend to.

"Are you sure that all of those effects are real? If it is, then the Alchemist Guild should have discovered at least one of them."

Trace gave his friend a small laugh. "It is not that easy to do. The Red Flower will only react when they are used with the Mogi Flower." Gilbert closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. "Then wouldn't that be strange? Mogi Flowers have healing properties, right?" Trace shook his head. "The Mogi Flower are known for their healing property. They can be used as painkillers if they are processed into salves and They can also be used to speed up the healing of a wound."

"That makes it even stranger. The Mogi Flowers are used on a daily basis, so the effects of the Red Flower should be apparent."

Trace put his quill down and sighed. "That would be true, if not for the fact that the Red Flower is poisonous. What's worse is that the poison becomes deadlier when it's mixed with the Mogi Flower's healing properties. What people don't know is the fact that they need a few more plants to make it work." Gilbert raised a brow as he tried to understand what his friend was trying to explain.

"Well, in any case, after sending this letter, we should attend class."

Gilbert's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Why should we? We are the Unwanted Summoners. Even when we attend to class, it won't affect our attendances. It would still be blank!"

Trace raised an eyebrow. "Of course, I know that. I was just worried about you. I don't want you to slack off too much."

Gilbert sighed and slumped to the table. He straightened his posture almost immediately after thinking up something good. "You're knowledgeable, Trace. Why don't you teach me?" He smirked at him.

As carefree as always... Trace sighed as he is once again reminded of his friend's easy-going nature. "Alright, I'll do that for you if you're so inclined. But I won't pull any punches, understand?" Eerily, a frozen chill slid down Gilbert's spine. He knew that training with Trace wouldn't be as easy as he thought.

"Well, better you than that evil witch. Fine! Bring it on!" Gilbert rose up and punched the air. Trace slumped and sighed again before heading toward the Soul Stone Chamber. Fang and Liu joined up with them when they passed each other in the hallway.

"Where were you two?" Gilbert asked as he looked at the two brothers. The two brothers, in return, looked at each other.

"We were helping our parents with their business. We are going through a tough time right now." They answered him nervously, embarrassed of their pathetic situation. What they didn't know was that Gilbert didn't care about things like that. He replied with a short 'I see' before a bored expression crept along his face again.

"We're here." In front of the group was a big wooden double door that lead to a room with a big Soul Stone in the middle of it. It sat proudly on top of a gleaming bronze pedestal in a manner that only fit the large Soul Stone. Trace pushed the door open and saw an elderly man standing near the stone. It was as if he was in a trance.

"Should we really be here?" Fang asked nervously.

"It is fine. All summoner trainees have the right to be in this room, even us." Trace walked briskly towards the stone and caught the attention of the elderly man. He smiled and gave the elderly man a polite bow.