Since the next lecture was of forge-mastering, Samuel just after completing the food left the table along with Lith.
Samuel moved towards the next lecture hall and reached the hall after going through the dorm to get his books on forge-mastering.
Samuel realised the note stating specialisation books must always be carried.
Realising he was the first to reach the lab, Samuel opened the books and went through the entire 300-page book in 15 minutes, noticing, that the lab was open, Samuel later found while he was looking through the book, only the mocking laughter of one of his classmates managed to woke him from his daze. As another student that was whining about having forgotten his book.
"Hello, boys and girls. My name is Professor Lyca Wanemyre, and I will be your instructor in the path towards becoming Forgemasters.
My class will be different from all the others you follow, because forgemastering is different from any kind of magic you have ever learned. You have just moved your first step in the seventh department of the White Griffon, the crafting department."
Professor Wanemyre was a woman in her early thirties, 1.65 meters (5'5") high, with long black hair with shades of red held up in a chignon. She was wearing skin tight working gloves that highlighted her long and nimble fingers.
She didn't have her robe on, so it was impossible to hide her soft, luscious curves. Professor Wanemyre was better endowed than Nalear in every aspect, and despite she wore no make-up, that made her heart-shaped face stand out even more.
Her demeanour was less flashy and jovial than Nalear, her calm and composed attitude were those of a mature woman, not of an exuberant girl.
Samuel saw most of the class was enchanted by her beauty but he just stoically looked ahead.
Wanemyre paid no attention to the agape mouths and the bright red faces. Her students were barely teenagers, she was used at their first meet reactions.
"So many mages are so fixated on elemental magic, that they never mention the arts of crating to their disciples.
So, I applaud you for choosing a specialization too often inglorious and underestimated, instead of making things blow up with fire and lightning like most of your peers.
Contrary to what you may have heard or imagined, Forgemastering doesn't require a forge, a hammer or ingredients.
Sure, some proper magic imbued items like mana crystals or the fur of a magical beast or monster, can improve the results, but that's material for another lesson. Let's start with the basics. Who of you went ahead and learned about forgemastering from our book?"
It was mostly a rhetorical question, the books had been delivered just the day before, and between the classes and the self-study, she wasn't expecting much. Yet a couple of hands were raised. Samuel not wanting to step out too much decided not to raise his hand.
"The early bird gets the worm! Good. Describe to the class how a generic forgemastering spell works." She was pointing at a fifteen-year-old boy with red hair, the only one to have raised his hand beside Lith.
"Uhhh, well, uhm... first you need to draw a circle, and... uhm." He actually has skimmed the first pages, and had raised his hand to make an impression on the Professor, he never expected to be questioned.
Wanemyre shook her head.
"You, with the mean eyes, mind to step in?"
Lith ignored the remark, replying promptly.
"Forgemastering requires drawing two magic circles, one inscribed into the other, with a series of magical runes between them. The number and type of runes depends on the nature of the enchantment to apply.
The circles must be perfectly drawn with no imperfections, and even their radius matter. It must be as close as possible to the size of the item that is going to be enchanted."
Wanemyre whistled in surprise and approval.
"Very well said. Where is your book, by the way?"
"It's all in here." Lith tapped his temple with the right index finger.
"Really?" The Professor raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Then do you mind drawing for the class the dimensional amulet circle? Page 22, diagram 4." She sneered.
While everyone was flipping their books, Lith closed in to Wanemyre, who pointed to him a flask holding a pungent smelled liquid.
The room was so silent that he could listen to the steady beating of his own heart. There was no voice in his head, cheering for him or trying to make him laugh, everything felt pointless and hollow.
With a series of gestures, several drops of the liquid flew in the air thanks to water magic, splashing on several points of the perfectly smooth white stone table between Lith and the Professor.
The internal and external circles took form simultaneously, one drop moving clockwise, and the other counter-clockwise.
The innermost circle had a radius of ten centimetres (4 inches), while the other had a fifteen cm (6 inches) radius, leaving about five cm (2 inches) between them for the runes.
Only after completing both circles and checking that there were no imperfections, Lith moved the remaining drops, forming one of the thirteen runes at a time, devoting all his focus on each one.