Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

"The entire balcony? Sir, that seats six people. It is rather expensive." She stammered.

"If only a few seats are available, it is no problem to sit down below. Without privacy, what is the point of the box seats?" Wolfe replied.

"Of course, sir. My apologies. The entire balcony is twelve large gold coins to reserve for the auction, which includes your bidder registration fees." She quickly apologized, while regaining her composure.

Wolfe created another twenty of the largest gold coins and placed twelve of them on the table, along with the ten gold pennies for the room.

"Thank you for your patronage. I will see to it that your registration is filled and prepared in advance. Did you have any luggage to bring in?" The clerk asked.

"I prefer magical storage. My luggage is already with me." Wolfe replied.

That wasn't entirely true. He hadn't been carrying anything to begin with, but they didn't need to know that.

The attention of a number of people in the room turned to him, and whispers of "Filthy rich" and "visiting Royal" filled the room.

That didn't really do well for their 'remain inconspicuous' plan, but at least if the rumours were that they were loaded, nobody would question his ability to just buy whatever he wanted.

Wolfe was about to turn away from the clerk when he heard a woman addressing him.

"Noble sir. I heard you mention that you prefer magical storage, might you be interested in another storage item? My Sect produces them in limited quantities, and I have a few for sale outside the top grade ones in the auction." She asked.

"Oh? That sounds like just the sort of gift I should bring home with me. Do you have some time right now to discuss a deal?" Wolfe replied.

"Of course, sir. Or do you prefer a title?" She asked, fishing for his identity.

"Patriarch Noxus is fine. All the other titles people give me matter less than Family." Wolfe replied with as much dignity as he could manage, when he knew that the witches would be doing their best not to laugh.

The merchant smiled at him. Indeed, the head of a Family was an important thing, especially among merchants in this world, as the Family head was normally also the head of the companies that the Family operated.

The staff led them upstairs to a suite, down marble floored corridors, and Wolfe began to realize that this place was much more fancy inside than it was outside. The exterior had seemed somewhat plain and unassuming, but the interior was incredibly opulent. Especially for a building created without magic.

The staff left them in the suite without a word, allowing them to get right to business, and the merchant took a seat in a chair across from the sofa, where Wolfe sat in the centre with Cassie and Ella beside him.

Stephanie led Molly into the other room, where they wouldn't be asked to do anything to keep up the facade of being some sort of servants, as the staff had assumed they were.

The hotel's maid entered a few seconds later with a plate of tea cups and small sandwiches, then vanished into the corner of the room to await instructions.

The merchant reached into the small suitcase that she had been rolling with her, and pulled out a collection of ladies' purses, all intricately detailed, and then one larger black silk pouch, basic in appearance, and built with buttonholes for it to be hung inside a coat or from an object.

"As you can see, I did my best to bring some variety, to match with the fashion of the ladies. I am not certain how it is where you are from, but here it is common to have your consort carry your storage bag, to prevent attacks on the nobles themselves." She explained.

Wolfe chuckled. "As both of my consorts are rather powerful magic users, it would be inadvisable for anyone to attack them in the first place, but where I am from, it is preferred to carry your own valuables, and then kill anyone who dares to challenge you for them."

The merchant looked a bit pale and shocked, but nodded. "Understandable. Duelling and fencing are known to be a popular pastime among the blessed of the Divine One. I didn't realize that you all were blessed with the gift of magic, my senses aren't that sharp."

What she meant was that she wasn't a magic user. The ones who could use magic were still downstairs somewhere, waiting for her to finish the deal.

As she had suggested about having the ladies carry the valuables, she was the expendable party of the merchant group, and if Wolfe attacked her to take the goods, they would send someone to get it back after the fact.

Of course, none of these were their more valuable items, so they would be less concerned about them, but still, it said a lot about how callous the business practices of the area were.

"Now, each of these is made to the same standard, to carry a cart square of items inside, but the weight is limited as well. No more than forty stone in weight will go in.

That should be enough for most users, but keep in mind that if you are wishing to carry trade goods, these will not be enough for your needs. At least not individually."

Wolfe examined the item with [Detect Hidden] to see what the interior dimensions were, as he could already see the Space Magic inscription on the inside of the bag, carved into some sort of unique monster leather.

It looked like the two worked together to form the bag, as the inscription itself was incredibly weak. But the effect wasn't bad. The interior was roughly two metres by one metre and a metre tall. He wasn't certain how heavy their stones were supposed to be, but they should be fairly heavy for a bag this size.

Wolfe looked over the bags, then slid one violet and one powder blue bag off to the side, as well as the plain black silk option.

"Now, for the more difficult part. How much for the three I have chosen?" Wolfe asked.