Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king-Chapter 53: Arcane Scribe-3

"What the hell?" Guilliman frowned as he looked at the error message in front of him.

[Replace current inscription with Arcane inscription (North) ?]

It was red, indicating that there was a contradiction, but that wasn’t what stopped Guilliman. He was in thought as he didn’t quite understand what it meant.

Replace? How could it replace what he had clearly just drawn? Was this what it meant by altering the functions?

"It’s not what I thought then," Guilliman mused, looking at the option; this was much better!!

One inscription per layer—that was the basis of inscriptions, or at least this was what it was for people at his level. But imagine being able to switch the inscriptions on your weapon mid-fight?

His sword could go forward really fast on its own, then boom, he could change the inscription and make it go right. What if it could be used against enemy weapons also?

The more he thought of it, the more he felt like this subclass was overpowered in terms of inscriptions…

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"Hmmm, but first…" Caressing his chin, Guilliman saw a clear problem.

He didn’t know a lot of inscriptions, so he needed to learn some from the old man.

But he still had to prepare for the gate… there was so much he needed to do but so little time. It was frustrating.

"One step at a time, I guess," Guilliman smirked, closing his eyes before making the decision on how to move. He was planning to meet the old man anyway for today’s session.

After he was done, he would see how he could go about supplies. He quickly packed up, cleaned himself, and walked towards the exit of the Silverstein household.

"Hey kid, you going out already?" As he approached the door, a domineering yet relaxed voice sounded atop the pavilion not too far away.

’It’s him’

Guilliman smiled bitterly.

He hadn’t seen Victoria’s father when he first came; he hoped it would remain like that, though, but apparently this wasn’t the case.

Turning back abruptly, Guilliman walked to the base of the pavilion and bowed.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, sire, I have an engagement in the shelter’s workshop," Guilliman explained. He didn’t respect the man’s lifestyle choices, but he couldn’t throw away the fact that this was Victoria’s father and a man far stronger than he was.

He knew his place in this respect.

"Ahh, bummer—I was hoping you could clean Weiman," Bartholomew Silverstein sighed, feeling a bit disappointed. Whenever his steed didn’t get its grooming, it entered a very bad mood. He preferred not riding him at that time.

"I apologize once again for the inconvenience," Guilliman said; he didn’t step down, there was no way he would clean that beast again.

It was not only too much of a troublemaker, it was also insanely violent. Though it treated Guilliman better than the rest, he still didn’t want to get too close to it.

"Ohh, whatever then, I should get an actual stable boy one of these days," after a long sigh the man stretched his hand out and threw a pebble in the air.

"Hm?" Guilliman caught the pebble and slowly opened his hand to examine it. It was white, smooth, and pristine, but that was about it. There was nothing visibly special about it.

"I want you to hold that for me; when you go out, someone will find you, exchange the rock with some good-quality milk-wine, bring it back to me, and I’ll make it worth your while," seeing the look of confusion on Guilliman’s face, Mr. Silverstein explained.

He didn’t want much, just his usual dose of high-grade wine, but his little girl had eyes like a hawk. He had been able to smuggle some a while back and hoped to renew his stock, but that little girl of his kept finding him and preventing him from getting good stuff.

"I…," Guilliman mumbled, not supporting the lifestyle either, "worth my while?"

"Sure, kid, don’t worry, I’m really generous," Mr. Silverstein said with a smile as he saw Guilliman fall for his greed.

"Just do your thing; before you get home, I’m sure he will find you. In fact, if you’re smart, you can swindle the old fool out of some treasures yourself," he said cryptically with a smile.

However, Guilliman did not really care; as soon as he was allowed, Guilliman turned around and left the courtyard, heading straight for the shelter’s unique workshop.

Upon getting there, he went straight down to the inscription workshop where he met the old man’s other disciples.

After sharing a few pleasantries with them, the old man came out voluntarily and pulled Guilliman into his office, citing that he didn’t want him to be influenced by those failures.

"Here, these are the other three drawings; if you can get these now, the rest will naturally flow since they are derived," the old man said as he brought out a self-written manual and presented it to Guilliman.

He no longer needed him to point out every error, so the old man just handed him materials and told him to read—and his first would be the most basic of Arcane inscriptions.

The Four Cardinal Inscriptions.

They were basically inscriptions that made inanimate objects move in the four cardinal directions, that is, south, east, west, and the one Guilliman was most familiar with.

North.

"Hmm, should be easy enough," Guilliman smirked, since it was based on something he already knew. It should be a walk in the park, right?

Guilliman thought to himself; however, setting eyes on the actual manual instantly gave him a migraine.

They all looked completely different from the North inscription!!

"Sigh, the art of doing," Guilliman shook his head and began his studying.

There was no way to remove himself from this particular situation; this was the price of knowledge—infinite headaches.

Plus, he was quite interested in what would happen to his inscription slots after he learned new types of inscriptions.

So he buried his head in his books once again, practicing the pen.