Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

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While the creatures of the Lowest Planes spent days poring over the spells that had been used to create the new city, the residents of Forest Grove had already spread out to begin to fill the new housing and open shops in the outer city.

It was still somewhat barren, with only a third of the space occupied, but everyone understood that would change quickly once the rest of the world learned that they had space again. Truthfully, it wouldn't be just one world, as there were going to be visitors here from the Fallen soon, and many of them would want to set up permanent facilities here in Forest Grove, away from their competitors.

They had been making plans for a month, and the next festival was almost ready to start. Wolfe had promised them ten prime spots in the inner festival grounds, but now there were two more areas within the city limits that would be available for vendors, giving everyone much more room to set up.

Wolfe hoped that it didn't change the eternal party atmosphere of the city. With the shops sharing space, it made sense for everything to be open at all hours of the day. But if they could just spread out, how many of them would only be open for half the day and then closed all night, or only open after dark?

The feeling of empty stalls and closed vendors would put a damper on the party atmosphere, and Wolfe wanted to avoid that. They had sent out a notice that there would be three times the space as last month available, but there were only so many vendors wandering the Frozen Wastes or available to come from the other nations.

The response had been positive, and everyone was looking forward to seeing who would come. They had even sent out missives to the human nations, who had been working diligently on technologies that would work properly in high mana environments, often magic powered devices, that they were eager to get to market.

The Frozen Wastes would be a great market test for them, and the success of their works would make it easier to hire more mages, which would increase the distribution of magical technology within the formerly mundane technological nations, who were running short on natural resources.

The ways of the world were quickly changing, and with the first batch of mages in training, it would change even faster. The applications were still coming in from all over the world, looking to get the human magical knowledge.

Many nations had captured mages of their own during the first invasion wave, but that wasn't enough to train entire batches of students, and many of the ones they had caught were not so willing and cooperative as the ones that Wolfe had found.

Wolfe sat on the patio, drinking tea as he waited for another report to come to him, and noticed one of the new beastkin mage trainees passing by on their lunch break.

"How is the training going?" He asked the black - eared catboy.

"Good, good, Saint Noxus. I have managed to cast my first spells already, and the teacher is really knowledgeable. I got the class with Devon, the old man from another world. I think he's the best, but some of the other teachers are much more patient and make it easy for you to understand things you don't get." The boy explained.

"I'm glad you're doing well. We're trying to get more teachers in, but the supply is limited. How are the student teachers who have learned from the off-world instructors before you?" Wolfe asked.

"They're wonderful. They really get us because beastkin don't always think like humans. Our instincts are different. So, having them around to explain in other ways helps."

The boy waved goodbye as his friends came in, followed by the teacher they had been talking about. Wolfe waved him over to the table, and gestured for him to sit.

"I have a request for you. Do you think that there are others in your world who would agree to willingly teach students here? We need more professors, and I would rather not start a big fight with some magic using world to capture them.

I know that King Petros is working to consolidate your world into the Fallen Empire, which extends our peace treaty to your world. That means we're no longer at war, and we have an agreement in place to hire foreign workers." Wolfe greeted the man, getting right to business.

The old mage thought about it for a while, then nodded. "If there is an agreement, I think that I can get my Tower, the group of mages that I trained with, or at least the ones who didn't join the army and get wiped out in the attack, to come join Forest Grove.

They have skills, but they don't like fighting, and they don't have a lot of money. Coming here to be teachers would bring them a level of prestige that they lack at home, so there should be at least a dozen volunteers out of the three hundred left."

Wolfe smiled. "Tell them that if they come in large enough numbers, I will build them their own tower here, and help them stock it with whatever they need to get started. If I form a portal spell, do you have the knowledge to guide it to your home location?"

The mage nodded and smiled. "We have a teleportation circle in the tower. If you can cast a portal spell, we can open it and hold a joint meeting with the others, so they can decide whether they want to come over."

"Then that leaves us with one major question. What was the time difference between your home and here? If I open it now, will it be the middle of the night there? Or a reasonable time for a meeting?

I would like to have teachers in place by the end of the week, before more students show up from all over the globe. We're processing applications now, and there are far too many of them for the number of teachers we have."