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Pup was more than happy to get the chance to upgrade his own stats, and it didn’t take him long to make it over to where Wolfe was sitting, still having his spell tattoos examined by the witches.
Wolfe patted his head and tried to activate the spell to strengthen the dog’s body. It wasn’t like the experience with the witches, where it simply cancelled as soon as he cast it. The spell seemed confused as to what he was trying to do.
It swirled over and through Pup as if it was looking for something that it couldn’t find, then faded away after not finding a valid target.
“I think that version of the spell might be specific to male Magi. I will have to modify it before I can use it on anyone else. When I tried to use it on Pup, it couldn’t seem to find a target, so it didn’t recognize him, but when I used it on Witches, it just cancelled, so they’re not compatible.
It will take some time to learn what all the components of that spell do and what needs to be altered to be able to use it on others.” Wolfe sighed.
“Well, at least you tried. But there is so much more in here that we just can’t decipher yet. How far have you made it?” Mary asked.
“I made it through what it recommended for the first year and then a bit of random searching, but I really haven’t had enough time, and I’ve got a bunch more spellbooks to go through, like the one that Kira traded for her advancement, and then there are all the ones that we brought to the Library.”
Mary frowned. “So, in short, there aren’t enough hours in the day for everything that everyone wants to do? Well, that’s alright. As long as you have time to make new summer armour for everyone who is on patrol, we should be fine with letting you study for a while.”
“It’s not like any of us are short on things to do either. We have so much to learn, and then there are the new spells and all the requests from the villages. Plus, Wolfe brought back five hundred new varieties of food and reagents.” Ella reminded the room.
That caught a lot of witches’ attention.
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“That’s what they said when they traded me the bag, though I didn’t carefully check it, so it might be off by a bit.” Wolfe agreed.
The witches were even more enthusiastic about that than they had been about the prospect of learning new things about his Inheritance Spell, and they quickly retrieved the bag and began to sort the contents on one of the huge tables.
“Finding anything in that layered mess of magic will take forever, but the seeds we can start to plant and germinate today.
Some of these are magical herbs and plants, so they will take some time to grow, but in the extra dense mana down here, they should shoot up like common weeds.” Cook cheered as she sorted seeds.
That lowered the number of Witches that were inspecting Wolfe, but mostly it just caused chaos around the room, as now every table was full of people doing something, and it wasn’t going to be long before people started to come back to eat.
They would only find the tables fully occupied, which would draw them in and distract them from their other tasks, and Wolfe could already see this turning into a huge mess.
But he didn’t mention the impending chaos and let the witches keep taking notes while trying to decipher the Witch Magic part of the spells that were on him. If they could make even a few discoveries, it might be a real breakthrough for them.
The Covens didn’t really let the powerful Witch Magic make it through to the masses, so there was a lot about their magic that they would have never been taught and could only try to understand on their own.
But on Wolfe, there was advanced Witch Magic there for the taking. They just had to decipher it and separate it from the thousands of other spells that were layered and embedded into the same area.
“We still have an empty string of seed beds in the tropical rainforest garden, right? These Flare Blooms and Blood Moss love the heat and humidity.” Cook asked nobody in particular.
“We do, one whole row, but you can’t plant those side by side. They will choke each other out. Plant the Blood Moss in the strawberries, and it will grow really well.” Someone else replied.
The witches got very involved in their discussion of planting zones, and Wolfe relaxed for a while until the first of the Witches looking for lunch came to the Dining room and found the chaos that had been his morning.
“Is this our new hobby, petting Wolfe? Because I admit, it looks fun.” One of the witches giggled.
“There are layers of spells in his tattoos. We’re trying to learn something that won’t be found in a regular spellbook.” Ella laughed.
“Well, there is some of that ‘can’t be found in a regular spellbook’ going on in the garage as well. They could use your help this afternoon. None of them have hands-on experience, and I heard you worked in your dad’s garage.” The witch laughed.
“We really do have a lack of skills, don’t we? Maybe we should start looking for more experienced people in the border towns? I’m sure that some of them would like to move here.” Someone suggested.
“Why not the villages in the Forest? We could get skilled workers easily enough since they’ve trained to be self-sufficient and repair all of the items that they manage to obtain.” Ella suggested.
A few of the scouts had extensive mechanical knowledge, and she had seen them repairing their equipment multiple times, so they should have some skilled workers to spare.
“Oh yes, get me a fluffy-eared mechanic Daddy.” One of the witches practically purred.
The women around her all gave her looks that questioned her judgment and possibly her morals, but Wolfe knew she wasn’t alone in her preference for older men and fluffy ears. The scouts had made it very clear that the witches were big fans of the ears.