Chapter 907 907 Intermediate Mages?
One of the girls in the front row raised her hand. “So, you’re saying that if we want to be considered intermediate mages in your eyes, we need to be able to at least basically read the runes in an Inscription, and that it’s not a matter of how much power we have?”
Wolfe nodded. “Exactly. You can be a Rank Two intermediate Mage, or a Rank Four Basic Mage, but if the Intermediate Mage is making the items for the stronger user, the outcomes will be superior to letting the simpleton make their own tools.”
A few of the Nobles couldn’t resist laughing. In Wolfe’s eyes, of course, most of them were a bit simple. They couldn’t even read the language they were casting spells in, they just copied them and made them work. Fundamentally, it was childlike magic use, simple mimicry that they celebrated and clapped their hands when they succeeded at.
It was embarrassing to be called out like that, but as long as they remained silent, Wolfe wasn’t pointing at anyone or asking for a show of hands. The ones who had asked for his help already knew that they were struggling with the basics, so it was no shame to them to admit that they didn’t know the answers.
“What does Advanced Magic look like then?” One of the girls asked.
Wolfe smirked and formed a chair enchantment, with the addition of a blanket that draped itself over the seated user, and kept them at the perfect temperature. He let them see the fifty-three separate layers, disguised as separate spells, and then cast it on every chair at Petros and the Oracle’s table at once.
“That is the essence of Advanced magic, blending effects to create something entirely new.”
The chairs were floating slightly off the ground, and the blankets moved with the users, who looked blissfully relaxed from the gentle massage function of the spell, and the extremely soft cushions.
The youths in the front rows simply stared at the tangled sphere of overlaid inscriptions, each sharing one rune or more with another inscription.
“That can’t be real.” One of the boys breathed.
“The Oracle looks pretty comfortable.” One of the girls objected.
“Where did the blankets come from?” A girl at the end asked.
Wolfe smiled. “Like the floating effect, and the air cushion, they are pure magic. If you ask nicely, someone might let you test the chair later. You can make the blanket vanish or appear with a thought if you are seated in the chair, but it is enchanted to maintain perfect temperature, based on the reactions of the user.”
The mage with the child on her lap laughed. “You did all that, fifty some odd spells at once, to make a more comfortable chair?”
Wolfe added her chair to the spell, and she sighed in relief.
“I take it back, this is totally worth it. It even wraps little David separately. Why is that?”
The girl beside her giggled. “I bet it’s because he likes a different temperature than you do.”
Wolfe clapped once in celebration. “Right on the first try. You are both using the chair, and you like different temperatures.”
Some of the others were eyeing the chair with jealousy, or obvious plans to steal it later.
“The spell will vanish when I deactivate it, I haven’t imbued it into the items. There is no need to make plans to abscond with Gentlemen’s Club property.
Now, who has an item that needs to be enchanted, so I can demonstrate the techniques for inscribing a spell directly? It’s quite simple, but I think it would be best if everyone saw it in person so that there is no confusion.”
Petros reached into a spatial storage bag, and threw an ornamental golden statue to Wolfe. The entire item was meticulously handcrafted, and Wolfe could see that the artist had put great effort into getting the likeness of the subject exactly correct.
He had no idea who it was, but if they had solid gold statues made of themselves, they must be someone important.
“Alright, it’s a bit of a small item, but I think everyone will be able to see. Or would someone like to come up and show off their handwriting? Just copy the inscription that I put on the board onto the base of the statue.” Wolfe asked.
A blonde woman with a waterfall of tiny braids raised her hand.
“I will do the carving of the Saint’s statue.”
Wolfe created a simple barrier spell then amended the runes to have the strength increase to the maximum level that the last person to touch it could create, within the limitation of its available mana.
“Alright, inscribe this spell, and then we will have a test to see who understands what the changes I made are doing. They are quite complex, and you would need a good working knowledge of the entire syntax of the runic language to translate them, so I don’t expect too many of the younger generation to guess correctly until they have seen it in action.” Wolfe explained.
In essence, it was nothing more than a basic potential power tester, a device that any magical academy would have on hand, but using a barrier spell over a statue of some unknown Saint.
She finished the carving using a small engraving tool from her purse after only a few minutes, and Wolfe double-checked it, then quietly altered the two mistakes she had made and filled the inscription with silver paint he created and dried with magic.
“Very good. Now, it’s all good, so why don’t you activate it.”
She put a bit of mana in, and then got a shock when it pulled a surge from her, and created a peak Rank Two barrier around the tiny object.
A few of the others gasped in appreciation. Peak Rank Two was stronger than they had thought she was capable of.
“Just set it on the podium, and we will get someone else up here to see what happens when they try to use it.”
The barrier was still active, and the crowd didn’t understand what was happening until one of the boys picked up the statue, and the barrier dropped to the mid-Rank One level.
“Crap, I think I broke it.” He complained.Wolfe shook his head. “No, it is working perfectly. Can we get another volunteer?”
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