Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe wasn’t certain how well the proposal was going to go over with the witches, who were notorious homebodies, but within minutes, the Representatives were getting messages from their assistants and regional Guardians at home that there were a number of them who wanted to try out this foreign worker program, strictly to be healers.

Many of the volunteers were formerly of the One World Army, and wanted to make amends of a sort for the things they had done to maintain order. They had seen too much battle and bloodshed, so a proposal to run a nice little healer’s shop on some backwater planet where nobody knew who they were, and the people didn’t look at them with mistrust as representatives of an ousted ruling government, was appealing.

They had more than enough power to meet the requirements that the Guardians had described, which was quite simply a fully trained Rank One, skilled in all forms of healing potions and spells, or a competent Rank Two witch.

In Forest Grove, the numbers were smaller, but the Frozen Wastes region had another thing that the Nobles were after. Beastkin servants who could use magic, and an entire Academy that was training more.

Now, they weren’t in as big of a hurry for those, as you needed to be able to trust the servants closest to you, especially if they could use magic, but hiring friendly graduates while sponsoring beastkin to come here and learn sounded like a wonderful idea.

As Wolfe had warned them, it would be difficult to pull the ones who lived here away from their families, and it might not be easy to get the others to come back after training, but to many of the Nobles, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The Beastkin were the underclass of their world, normally impoverished and living in areas that were considered a blight on the cities. If they could ship the youth away to learn magic and discipline, while breaking the cycle of crime and poverty, they would not only gain a chance at better servants, but they would make the cities a better place.

While the ideas of the older High Nobles were all business and pragmatism, the younger Nobles and assistants they brought with them saw much better potential in the market down below.

Baron Southland was making a small fortune today, selling trinkets and jewellery intended for his vendors at home. It was different from what was normally seen here, and therefore interesting to the locals, even before they learned that some of it had abilities that they didn’t know how to use.

This place was a craftsman’s paradise, without generations of competition. More than a few of them were considering taking a leave to stay here a while and open a shop, while some of the craftsmen from Forest Grove were considering hiring masters from the other world.

Oddly, Wolfe didn’t see Thorin anywhere. He had missed the day’s meetings, which was odd but unremarkable, as many of the others had chosen to wander the city and collect information for the High Nobles as well. But now that the meetings were over, he still hadn’t returned to the group to check in with anyone.

Wolfe suspected that he was down in the forges, fully immersed in his craft, or possibly tied to a bed by the Dwarven Woman who had taken such a liking to him.

He had been one of the first names that came to mind when Wolfe was thinking of craftsmen, but he also had a stable life at home.Finding more artificers shouldn’t be too problematic, and technically the dwarf was an armour smith by trade, but it was always nice to have a friendly face around.

“Make yourselves at home. The official business is over, so there is plenty of time to eat, drink, get to know Forest Grove, and take in the festival. I have had our people prepare a card for all of you with a hundred units on it.

That’s not much money at all, but it is enough to get you food and drinks for the night, as well as some small souvenirs to take home, unless you go overboard with the drinking.” Wolfe laughed, as Cassie brought out the box of money cards.

She smiled at the Nobles as she passed them out. “These are rechargeable, and empty ones are available for a small charge, should you wish to work with Baron Southland or one of the other Merchants in town to sell a few items. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ɴ0velFɪre.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

I know a number of you are actually hoarders, with all sorts of trade goods stuffed in your spatial devices.”

The Nobles chuckled at her words. Compared to the people here, who didn’t know the method of creating the spatial pouches, they were indeed hoarders. It was unthinkable to many of these people to carry such amounts of wealth around with them.

It did allow them to barter quite successfully now that they were here, and many of them were thinking of ways to obtain more of the limited release storage devices. Those would definitely be worth much more in this world than they were at home. But the items they had, mostly bulk raw goods from their territory’s factories, would do well enough.

Even though they had magic that could make magical clothing, there was still a market for good cloth and silk, which would be made enchanted later if necessary.

So, cloth merchant stalls, jewellers, and other craftsmen saw an influx of trade offers, while some of the most unexpected vendors sold everything they had in a matter of minutes.

A man from Sylvan City who sold electric motorcycles was relieved of every bike in his possession in a matter of minutes. The Nobles saw that they would be perfect for travelling the fields and undeveloped roads, and bought up his entire truckload of stock. The fact that they had a magical charging inscription and could be recharged by any magic user made them useful to every Noble who had come to visit.

He had thought that would last him the full loop around the Frozen Wastes, but he was out at the third stop, and he hadn’t even begun the actual loop of the wastes.

Likewise, the camping supplies vendor, a witch from the Myrrh Coven side of the border who sold mostly to merchants in need of new gear, was wiped clean as soon as they saw that she had magical tents and shower charms. Those would sell very well in the Nobles’ world.

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