Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Petros looked off to his left, where the party was still going on in the main areas of the Gentlemen's Club.

"We should really get back to the party before they start to gossip and make up theories about who you really are. I swear, the bored Noble Class has nothing better to do with their time than to spread rumours.

I will arrange for you and your people to attend the skills seminars, so don't be in a hurry to leave the city. Enjoy the parties, the Auction if you can find seats, and whatever else you desire here in town for the next week, and then I will be back to see you." The old man informed Wolfe with a deep frown for all the extra work today had brought him.

He opened a portal to the main party hall, and the pair walked back out with whisky glasses in hand and fake smiles on their faces for the local Nobles.

The fact that Petros had to fake liking most of these people was far more amusing to Wolfe than it should have been, but the man was hundreds of years old, while half the people in attendance were teenagers looking to build influence among their peers and the leaders of the previous generation, who mostly had not yet arrived.

With nothing new to discuss, and nobody important present to impress, all they had left was gossip and talk of Wolfe's group, and the trade that they had made.

Petros hadn't heard of it at first, but it wasn't long after they entered the main hall that he got word of Wolfe selling a 'miraculous' barrier spell and a plant growth charm that actually worked. Most of the room had problems believing that, but one of the Nobles here had a maid who was sisters with a maid who had been in the room, and they had already shared the news of the spell making the plants in the hotel grow before their own eyes.

That triggered a round of discussions about how much the servants gossiped, how they hoped that their own servants wouldn't spread such rumours freely, and how they needed to check up on their training to ensure that no nasty rumours about their own families made it to the gossip mill.

That was, of course, completely impossible. Even if the servants didn't gossip, the Nobles did enough of it that everything would be spread through the city within days anyhow.

The leaders of the merchant group that Wolfe had bought the bags from were here now, and swarmed with excited young Nobles.

"What did you give him? The way they're reacting, you would think he has an everlasting virility charm." Petros scoffed.

"It's actually a Rank Five Garden Charm, with its range suppressed. But if you think they would go for Virility charms, I bet we could make a bunch of them and pass them out as party favours." Wolfe replied.

Petros actually smiled at that. "It would serve them right. Bunch of horny wastrels."

Wolfe had forgotten about that side effect. The Virility charms didn't impart common sense, or reminders to replenish lost fluids or energy. So, there was a slim, but not zero, chance that the user of the charm could actually kill or seriously injure themselves due to dehydration or exhaustion.

The witches had vanished into another room with the ladies who were most interested in gardening and all things plants, but now that Wolfe was back, everyone else was visibly looking for an excuse to come talk to him about magic.

The merchants hadn't brought the actual charms with them to the party, and the partygoers would be disappointed to know that Wolfe carried very little on him at all. But he could always make something as a distraction if he wanted to cause chaos in the crowd.

"Patriarch Noxus, did you have a moment to answer a small question from an aspiring mage student? You see, I am having some troubles getting spells to bond to the medium when making a magical item." One of the girls asked after being led over by her father.

From the look on his face, that was not what she was supposed to say, and she had panicked and forgotten her coaching.

"What process are you using to imbue the effects onto the item now?" Wolfe asked, not quite understanding her issue.

"The Academy standard. Form the spell directly over the item, then merge the two together." She replied as hope began to replace panic in her eyes.

She was doing it, she had actually spoken to the Patriarch as her father wanted her to, and it hadn't ended horribly.

"I see. Have you tried directly inlaying the spell? I found that was the easiest way when I had first started to create permanent enchantments. Would you like a demonstration? My way might be much different than the one you are used so, so it can be difficult to visualize." Wolfe suggested.

"Oh, that would be wonderful. Should I send for someone to fetch tools?"

"No need for that, I have moved well beyond the need for a physical tool to do my work. Though, when you practice it yourself later, you will certainly want at least an etching tool and a metallic paint pen."

Now not only her, but every other mage in the room looked utterly baffled.

"You will understand once I start.

Now, what to demonstrate with? As it's for a young lady, perhaps a fan?" Wolfe suggested, then made a small folding fan with Earth Magic.

He resisted the urge to make it some sort of statement piece, and left the fan as thin obsidian slats in a green jade shell.

"Now, you don't need to enchant every bit of the fan, just putting it on the outside will be enough to transfer a simple effect. If we wanted it to create a more complex effect, the shape of the item would matter much more to this technique.

But for now, I will create the one item every chaste lady should have on her person. A stun baton."

Petros burst into laughter, which caught the attention of the whole room, and the young debutante blushed bright red, all the way to her ears.

"I don't know if this is the same spell circle that you use for it, but this is the stun spell, a minor lightning charm at the first rank. There is no need to strengthen it, we're not trying to kill handsy suitors, just settle them down."