Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"Great," William seemed to ignore the looks of doubt and resentment over the faces of everyone around, "don't forget the two materials I asked for."

"This…" Lang was still hesitant about it. Yet under the stern look from Berry on the side, he couldn't help but lower his head and accept such outrageous quests from William.

"Go," once he decided, he took his ring out and Claine couldn't object anymore and had to do the same.

Berry gave her ring to Lang, and the latter selected three of the fast runners in his little group. "Don't stop at anything and bring all the needed materials here," he added while looking at Berry to hold her accountable for all this.

In his eyes, Berry was bending the clan's rules too much for the sake of an outsider. Even if she was the beloved granddaughter of the mighty patriarch, he was sure she wasn't going to evade punishment after this would be all over.

"Ok," three spirit masters received the rings, nodded their heads and then vanished in high speed.

Watching them leave, William nodded his head in satisfaction. 'They'll become helpful later on,' he took a note of these three in his mind before turning his attention towards the ovens around.

This place seemed to not just harbour the forging work of the clan, but also alchemy.

"What now?" Berry asked from the side, waiting to see what this all would end up at.

"Go and bring wood, light up all the ovens here. Ah, I need a hammer, the higher the grade the better."

"This…"

"Dude, the higher the grade of a forging hammer the heavier it will get. Are you sure you can even sustain its weight with the two thin arms of yours?"

Lang couldn't help but comment from the side. Everyone here might not be adept in forging, but such a weakness was apparent up in his eyes.

"Just do as I say," troubled from their continuous doubtful questions that wouldn't get them anywhere, William couldn't help but add with a frown, "you may not know this, but the survival of your clan depends entirely on you."

"What? The heck are you saying?!!" Claine already was on the opposite side of William. He saw him as an arrogant kid who was wearing a porter outfit.

William didn't know this, but part of the indignation and resentment directed at him came just from his white attire.

Appearance mattered, and even for spirit masters. To them, what they wore represented their identities. And unconsciously everyone here still saw William as the porter clothes he was wearing, a porter they got used to giving orders to, not receiving orders from.

Not everyone was like Berry.

"I don't know what made you think this way, but my clan… We are strong!" Lang from the side couldn't take such words anymore. And while saying these words, he showed off the air of being a bronzed spirit master.

"William…" from the side, Berry knew she wouldn't be able to do anything to calm this terrifyingly growing explosive situation.

"I'm here to help, but I'm not obliged to do so," William grew tired from such growing hostility against him. "If you don't need help and feel so high and mighty, then tell me right now. I'll take my people and leave on the spot. But don't regret your decisions later on."

"What a rude porter!"

"What if you created a miracle and raised up your spirit power? You are still a bronze spirit master! We have more than what you can count at this stage and beyond!"

"Prosperous!"

"What's going on here? Why are you standing here instead of looking for a shelter?" Just when William was about to tell them to scram and move away from his sight, deciding to find a way to convince Berry to come with him, a loud shout came before a figure flashed and appeared in front of the group.

"Fourth elder…" With the sudden appearance of this spirit master, all of them went into silence and couldn't help but retreat a couple of steps before cupping their hands in respect.

Even Berry showed a face of respect mixed with a tinge of fear on her face when she saw him, greeting him in a way she didn't use when meeting up with Gran.

And such a simple detail didn't miss William's eyes.

"Can anyone explain to me?" William looked at this young man who was in his late twentieth or early thirtieth. He wasn't as old as Callom or Gran, but looked as confident, releasing an aura like a savage beast.

He was strong. And it seemed he got a high ranking and quite a reputation in the clan.

William reassessed the man again while Lang dared to speak about what happened here. Even if he felt resentment against William, he didn't block any facts and narrated what truly happened.

William didn't find it strange. After all, he got a good impression of this little dude's personality.

As for that fourth elder, despite looking young, he got a lot of white hair on his head. It didn't give any feeling aside from being magnanimous, especially if coupled with those pair of sharp faint brown eyes that kept reminding William of the vibrant strong powerhouses he met before in his past life.

He was strong, and he got confidence that stemmed from his true abilities without any illusion of arrogance or greed for power.

"You… Did you bring my precious clan's gems here and ordered them to waste their time doing such useless things?" When the fourth elder heard half of the story, he couldn't help but look at William while speaking in such an enraged way.

With his words, a hidden pressure was exerted over William, one that was able to render not only bronze spirit masters, but even silver spirit masters scared.

He was a dark gold spirit master. Even if William felt he wasn't as strong as Callom or Gran, he wasn't that far off from them.