Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King-Chapter 902 Fan Yourself

?Wolfe created the spell in the air for everyone to see, and then waved his free hand and the circle appeared on the fan.

"Now, as you can see, I created the same spell circle on the fan, carved into the shell. If you fill that with a metallic substance, or any other magic conducting material, like monster blood, it will solidify the base of the spell, and keep it in the form you intended.

That is why I recommended metallic paint. It is the easiest medium to work with when creating magical runes, and from a pen, anyone with good handwriting can firmly settle it onto an item."

Wolfe paused and used Earth magic to fill the spell circle with silver.

"Now, I cast the actual stun spell, and you can see how it activates the spell circle that I drew? It's perfectly natural, and like a circle drawn on the floor, you don't need additional focus items to get it to cast properly.

Now, you just need to put a bit of mana into it, and tap someone with your fan to stun them." He finished, then passed her the item.

She held it with a shocked gaze, taking in the beauty of the fan and the intricate but tiny inscription on one side.

"It is beautiful. Such workmanship must have taken centuries to master." The girl's father gasped.

"Centuries? Good sir, I am not yet twenty years old." Wolfe laughed.

That caused a fresh round of gossip to spread through the room. They had all thought that he had used some sort of magic to preserve his youthful appearance, and that he was an older man with a harem of wives.

It was shocking and scandalous, but with the news that he was not yet twenty, it turned into a much more scandalous and somewhat enviable state of affairs.

He was clearly incredibly powerful, he was the head of his Family, and traded powerful magical items freely, so he must be wealthy, and to top it all off, he was young and handsome.

In short, half the men in the room wished that he would simply drop dead and free them from their misery.

The girl went to hand the fan back, but Wolfe closed her hand around it with a smile. "Keep that as a gift from me, and I hope that it helps you with your studies."

The girl's head bobbed rapidly as she repeatedly curtsied in response, unable to speak, then fled the main room of the event to regain her composure.

Petros smirked at Wolfe. "I think I see where the problem lies. You have inherited the Magi tendency to be a natural-born flirt without even intending to. If you're not careful, you will leave this city a married man."

Wolfe chuckled. "I came here a married man, remember? I've got not one but two wives with me to vet anyone who tries to make a move."

Half of the room seemed to take that as "I'm not against the idea, but you have to ask my wives" and the rest took it as "try anything, and they'll stab you", so the gossip spreading through the party was trending in two different and conflicting directions when the next round of guests showed up.

"Introducing the Marneus Family's Patriarch, Second Elder and Third Elder." The door man announced, not giving first names to them.

The family appeared to be rather influential here in town, and the three Elders were all powerful magicians, though far from on par with Petros.

It was challenging to guess in a room so crowded, but he would put them all on the lower side of the Fourth Rank.

Not the sort of powerhouse that could guide a nation, but as far as a merchant or regular Noble Family went, quite impressive.

Everyone they passed either bowed or gave them a polite greeting, but the three were headed straight for Petros and Wolfe.

Most others backed away, not wanting to interfere in the conversation between the Elders of the Noble Families, but the middle-aged man who had brought the daughter with the spell casting issue remained.

He was bowed deeply at the waist, almost parallel to the ground, waiting for them to give him permission to rise.

"Lord Petros, and this must be the Patriarch Noxus. Welcome to our city, Patriarch." The head of the Marneus family greeted them, then gestured for his lesser family members nearby to rise.

"Likewise Patriarch Marneus. I have heard great things about you, and I believe I had a chance to chat with one of your family's more promising daughters just now. She had a question about affixing spells on items, and caught on commendably quickly." Wolfe replied.

The girl's father gave a nod in confirmation, so the Patriarch knew who Wolfe was talking about, and the old man looked startled.

"Interesting. I wouldn't have said that she was all that promising. Or all that bright, really, but perhaps it's just a matter of incompatible teaching or subterfuge. You know how the youth like to keep their secrets." The old man laughed.

Again, Petros was laughing. "The Noxus Patriarch here is one of the youth, though his power is commendable."

Patriarch Marneus smirked. "Indeed. A little bird tells me that he is actually a Saint, and like us, prefers not to use his formal title."

Word had gotten around fast after one person recognized Wolfe, it seemed.

The girl's father stammered in shock. "Saint? But, but, he just said that he wasn't yet twenty, and it didn't trigger the lie detectors."

"I turned nineteen not long ago, and I won't be twenty for two more seasons." Wolfe agreed.

The female Elder smiled. "A true prodigy. Was that you releasing the shield on your powers that we felt earlier? We rushed over to talk to young Petros here to see what he might know."

Wolfe returned Petros' smirk when the old woman called the grey haired man young. "My apologies, we were testing something, and the influx of power was unintentional."

"Well, I'm glad it happened, it's not often that they let me talk to new people. It's always Oracle this, Oracle that, keep the Oracle occupied so she doesn't meddle." The old woman complained.

Wolfe nodded in agreement. "Everyone underestimates the power and pure joy of meddling when you have already seen the possible outcomes."

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