Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

While Wolfe's face twisted up at the unexpectedly sour juice, one of the witches spoke up to make a request.

"The rest will be here soon. But I saw my son outside this morning, practicing his sword techniques for the first time in ages because he says that you gave him a magical blade. I don't suppose that you could make another one, could you? My other boy is getting jealous." One of the witches chuckled, pointing out the patio doors to where Wolfe recalled the training grounds being.

Wolfe quickly recovered from the shock of the unexpected juice and addressed the witch whose son was out training at dawn.

"Oh, I didn't give him the magical blade. You did. I just fixed it. Once it was fixed, it turned out to be a rather well-made Flame Blade, with a small mana crystal in the hilt to power its use." He explained.

Many of the children in the room looked out into the training grounds in envy. They never got a gift that awesome, even if it was broken when he got it. They all knew who she was talking about since he wore the dagger everywhere instead of carrying a pocket knife, as most kids did.

If they lived at the edge of town, it wasn't uncommon to travel armed all the time, but he was still on the young side for it, so the dagger at his side was more of a novelty than an actual practical weapon, at least until he was trained to use it properly.

Like Morgana, the men of Myrrh Coven often chose to join the Guardians, the male side of the military force who protected the witches in battle. There weren't nearly as many of them as there were in Morgana Coven, though, due to the lack of humans who had many more male children.

The witch whose son had gotten the repaired weapon considered the situation for a moment then sent a text message that sent one of her kids running in with an old military sword in his hands.

"Can you revamp this one to work like the other one?" She asked.

"I need a mana crystal set in the hilt. I don't know how to make them, and I'm not a swordsmith." Wolfe explained.

That put a momentary damper on the witch's mood, but she sent another message and nodded happily. "My husband will bring one over soon. He has similar blades in the warehouse that have a crystal in them for merchants and other travellers who have a bit of coin to spend."

He wouldn't be fast enough to snag the next spot in line. There were witches and their husbands arriving already with bags of reagents to get the [Witch Garden] talismans created, much to Stephanie's dismay.

They all had good stuff, though. All sorts of spell books, technical manuals, and even a few magical tools that the witches thought the Den might need were included.

Wolfe wasn't sure how he was going to bring a forty-litre commercial stand mixer back on a motorcycle, but he was very sure that Cook would appreciate it once he got it back to the Den.

"If anyone has a trailer that I can attach to the motorcycle, I would trade for it. I'm going to need more storage space than I expected on this trip." Wolfe laughed as he realized there was a solution.I think you should take a look at

"I have one. It's not huge, but it should be large enough to get your gear home. They're fairly common for motorcycle trips between here and the city, so extra camping gear can be carried, or you can pick up larger items from the big city to bring back.

Trucks get stuck too easily, so a trailer behind the bike is a good choice, along with a tug strap, in case you get the trailer stuck." One of the men suggested.

"That sounds good. I can use Gravity Magic, so I don't have to worry about the trailer getting stuck, and it will still make it through the woods, unlike a large truck, which won't fit down the trails.

We don't really have a road to the Den, for obvious reasons, but that is going to make it somewhat difficult to get goods in and out until we either train a flying mount that can carry our orders or buy a helicopter."

That made the Witches laugh a little. Sure, flying mounts were a thing, but they were the trained mounts of the military and had taken generations to train, and the thought of a helicopter operating out of the Fae Forest, run either by a Demon or a Second Rank Witch, was laughable.

For one, they would have to steal it from the mundane army, as they were the only ones that even had a helicopter to begin with, and for two, it would almost immediately run out of fuel unless they managed to capture an entire tanker full of it somewhere.

"Okay, perhaps it wasn't the most practical idea ever." Wolfe sighed, but one of the younger witches raised her hand to ask him a question.

"Go ahead. What would you like to trade?" Wolfe asked.

"Instead of trading, I would like to come with you. Do you have a new product research team? With so many powerful witches around, I think that some of my designs would actually be feasible in the short term. You see, I'm an engineer, a magical device engineer, but I don't want to spend my life refining power tools and electric trucks. I want to make something new and cool.

If you look here, I have a design for a VTOL aircraft. That's vertical take-off and landing. It can carry five people plus some cargo, and it will run off mana crystals, or if you have a powerful enough pilot, they could keep the air magic spells charged themselves and extend the range."

Her enthusiasm for impractical magical devices seemed to be well known, and many of her family members had tried to stop her from speaking, but once she made it to the table, nobody dared to get between her and Wolfe in case they upset him.

"If you don't have other obligations here, I don't see why you couldn't move to the Den to continue your work. There are a number of witches there who enjoy challenges and new things. I think that you could do well with your inventions if you work with them." Wolfe agreed.

Mostly he just wanted his own airplane, but that wasn't really selfishness, was it? It would be good for the whole community if they could fly gear in and out of the Fae Forest. And it should be faster than just flying on his own.

Okay, probably not, as he could fly extremely fast if he exerted himself. Fast enough that he would have to activate an armour spell to avoid injuring himself, but at that speed, it would use a tremendous amount of mana, and he had become cautious about expending his own reserves and preferred to draw a bit from the Witches instead of emptying his storage unless it was an emergency.