If anyone in the Association knew that these two figures had waited an entire day just to see a child, they wouldn't know whether to laugh or be stunned.
Trailing behind them was Rachel.
"President." Nova immediately stood and greeted him respectfully.
Nigel nodded with a smile. His gaze then settled on Ray.
When Ray heard the word "President," he quickly stood up. Kaelan stepped forward and spoke warmly, "Ray, this is President Nigel of the Blacksmith's Association. He is also one of the most renowned Saint Craftsmen on the continent."
Saint Craftsman!
Ray's eyes lit up. Gilbert had spoken of Saint Craftsmen before. Only seventh- and eighth-rank blacksmiths could earn such a title.
He hadn't expected to meet one so soon.
And not just any Saint Craftsman.
Ray's gaze landed on the badge at Nigel's waist. Eight stars.
An eight-star Saint Craftsman.
"Hello, President." Ray hurried forward and bowed.
"It's you?" A sharp, astonished voice rang out from the side.
