Patricia Miller
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Another two months passed and Tom was meeting Lord Sitri again. This time, in his office instead of the laboratory. "Greetings, Thomas. I am looking forward to yet another profitable deal." Sarael spoke, pleasantly smiling, but his eyes betrayed his glee. The man was taking this as a game. It wasn't even about money for him. Tom surmised he just enjoyed screwing with him. Alas, it didn't matter. The man could have his fun. Sarael delivered what Tom needed and that was what mattered. "Hello, Sarael,"…-
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It didn't take long, at most a few minutes since Tom activated the flier, for a teleportation circle to appear in front of the couch, and a well-groomed, black-haired man sporting a small goatee, appeared in front of Tom. The man seemed in his late thirties and when his piercing purple eyes landed on Tom, they showed surprise but despite that, his lips stretched into a pleasant smile as he approached him while offering his hand for a handshake. "I am Sarael Sitri, the head of House Sitri, feel free to…
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Time slowly passed and Tom was finished with his Mana Crystal research. With that done, he had more confidence in using Vision on items of magical nature. Like the Devil Summoning Flier in front of him, for example. Oh, he tried to scan it with Vision. But as he expected, it made him faint, depleted his magic reserves, and when he woke up, he received incomplete information about it that was such a jumbled mess it was not useful at all. Despite it looking like a normal paper, the flier was actually…
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With his position in his immediate surroundings safeguarded, Tom found himself with a lot of free time and he intended to use it for projects he wanted to do years ago. His father's presence and the lack of materials hindered him then... but no more. The major problem with Vision was its cost. The magical energy necessary to use it was immense for Tom's current standards. Using it on something mundane, like normal fruits, did cost a very little mana. Using it on something magical... the cost rose…
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Tom was at the annual gathering of the important families of the English Magician Community, bored out of his mind as he entertained himself by chewing his way through the food table when he suddenly heard a familiar voice scream at him. "Prest! You betraying a piece of shit! You lied to me!" James Jasin shouted in rage and tried to lunge at the flabbergasted Tom who didn't understand where the guy gained the guts to make a scene at this kind of place. Of course, before James could reach Tom, he was…
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The business deal with the Jasin family went well and Tom started to receive his new shares of profit the following month. Fortunately, there was something called a magic contract that could make the terms ironclad so they couldn't straight out screw him over. There were many ways the Jasin Family could try to get out of their obligations. For example, they could state the profit was lower and pay Tom less with him being unable to check. After all, it was their family business now and Tom had no right to…
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Tom's chosen path to a happy and full bank account was through alchemy. While he couldn't do much with it, he knew enough to create a proper business opportunity for himself and that was all that mattered. Well, that was slightly wrong. In the end, all that mattered was being creative enough. Tom didn't go through the 'expected' path of trying to create and sell expensive potions. Not only did he have no idea how to brew those, but the materials for that would also cost him a fortune. One that he…
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Thomas Prest, a nineteen-year-old young man of average height with messy brown hair and brown eyes, reasonably handsome depending on who you asked. He was just a human and as far as he was concerned, that race didn't come with natural charm or devilishly tempting looks which was a damn shame. Not that he really cared about his appearance that much. He was a magician and researcher, which meant he spent most of his time in his lab where he was alone so nobody cared about his looks either. Then again, he…
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Author Note: Hi, guys. The start might be a bit slow but I'd like to believe it gets better. Oh, well, I guess you will be the judge of that. --- "Why?" A middle-aged aristocratic man rasped while slowly being choked to death by a runic array that also bound his body to his chair in his office, immobilizing him and preventing him from saving himself with a spell. "You should have expected this outcome the second you murdered my mother, father." A younger man in his late teens, one that wore a…
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I dropped a large stack of books onto the counter, only adding to the pile that was steadily growing. So far I collected books on theorems, affinities, healing magic, thaumaturgy, talismans, and rituals. As for magical artifacts, I found a bunch that I could use as traps, like poisoned goblets, cursed chests, and the likes. Nyx on the other hand had collected books about the use of wands, more affinities, rituals, and a few other branches of magic. That doesn’t also include all the artifacts that she…-
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