Chapter 715 715 Dumb Love
After the Nymph and her werewolves left, the Elf decided to stay, simply remaining seated in a chair behind Wolfe’s desk like an advisor.
“Is that seat comfortable? I have others available if you prefer.” Wolfe asked sarcastically.
“This one is quite good, thank you. I have nothing but praise for your magical chairs. I simply cannot miss the upcoming entertainment, though.” He replied, either ignoring the obvious hints or simply oblivious to any will but his own.
The next group was ushered in, and again it was a request for approval for a date, but this time it was a pair of rock troll women, along with one burly wrath demon man.
Now Wolfe understood what the Elf meant by not being willing to miss this show. The three of them were all over each other, barely paying attention to their surroundings, and if they weren’t from species that were close to indestructible, someone would likely be seriously injured already.
“Alright, calm down for a minute and save the public displays of affection for later.” Wolfe announced once the door closed behind them.
At Wolfe’s insistence, they did calm down a little, and took seats on the sofa at the back of the room, with the troll’s legs draped over the Wrathbringer’s, as if they couldn’t bear to be without direct physical contact.
“I think everyone knows what we’re here for. This Demon’s magic has resonance with ours, and it has triggered the mating instinct. So, we are asking for permission to have our duties reassigned until such time as the instinct is sated, and we can return to work.” One of the trolls explained.
“And how long will that be?” Wolfe asked, while doing his best to avoid any mental imagery of the situation between the three massive participants.
“Not more than a year, but then after a short return, we will need maternity leave, if that is a thing in your world.” The other troll offered.
“It is. Is there anything else you need other than time off? Maybe a nice soundproof cabin in the woods?” Wolfe asked, while the Elf did his very best not to laugh.
“We have already arranged rooms in the underground, since stone trolls prefer to live in mountain caves and Wrathbringers like warm places. It is mostly self-sustaining, and completely soundproof, thanks to the enthusiastic assistance of the local witches. They really are good at a wide variety of magic, now that you’ve taught them to use basic elemental spells.
In fact, some of the other trolls have started working with them on their magic as well, since our natural earth magic is so easy for them to adapt to.
But back to the point, we will need a significant amount of time away from our duties, as the mating instinct only grows stronger until it is fulfilled.”
Wolfe smiled at the giddy group and waved his hand toward the door. “Your leave is approved, just let someone in charge know when you’re ready to return to work, and we will get you back on the schedule. Now go have fun.”
The trolls cheered as the Wrathbringer led them out of the room with a final formal bow for Wolfe, and then their stomping footsteps could be heard running down the hall.
The Elf behind Wolfe chuckled at their antics. “See, aren’t trolls fun? They’re always like that when they find someone with resonance.”
Wolfe sighed. “I’m just glad that we have the ability to completely sound and shockproof the rooms so that their antics don’t make the whole area an earthquake danger zone for the next year. But tell me, are trolls known to have fertility issues? A year sounds like a long time.”
The Elf shook his head. “No, it’s almost guaranteed that they will be pregnant at the end of their next quarterly cycle and back to work. They just get so excited about the prospect of getting to keep trying that they overestimate the time required.”
Wolfe and the Elf were still laughing at the joke when the next appointment entered, a young Fae noble with a haughty expression.
“How can I help you?” Wolfe asked as the man took a seat.
“I wish to purchase one of your bunnies. Money is no object, I simply must have one.” He insisted.
“I’m afraid that you misunderstand their standing here in Forest Grove. Our people are not for sale.” Wolfe insisted, then gestured to the door, finished with this meeting.
“I’m afraid that I must insist.” The Fae declared, and Wolfe noticed that the Elf behind him had cast some sort of air barrier, presumably a disguise spell that hid his presence from the other party.
A strong Fae aura, at least Rank Five, flared from the man in front of him, and Wolfe shook his head.
“You’re not getting it, are you? Intimidation won’t work on me.” Wolfe replied with a serious tone.
If the Fae could have simply taken one of the bunnies, he might have. But as he wasn’t more powerful than Wolfe, the chances of him breaking the spells were low, and the witches had been searching the city for charms that would let visitors bypass the protections.
They were treating them as weapons, and insisting on them being turned in for the duration of the stay, but only a few had been found other than the ones on the pickpockets.
“Fine, if you won’t sell, then I will take what I need. All I have to do is get one to agree to go with me, right?” The Fae sneered, rising to his feet to look down at Wolfe.
“I believe that will prove more difficult than you have imagined. You see, once you have failed to impress me, it becomes much more difficult to bypass the security spells.” Wolfe explained.
Going against a restriction specifically given by the caster of the spell was indeed more difficult than getting around the smaller issues. But Wolfe was thinking that a simple restriction on the man’s ability to abduct bunnies was not going to be enough.