BROUGHT TO A PRIVATE CLUB
Conjurer Iras' place in the Conjurer's Court was an extremely large mansion with all the facilities of a club and a large training Hall for magic practice.
Iras' was one of the most powerful and influential Master Conjurers in the Court and his building befitted his position.
However, the huge place was severely understaffed with few servants or members around which was rather strange for such a powerful conjurer with his own famous sect.
"Hey, Iras, you are too stingy. You should employ a few servants to do the upkeep of this large space", I said to Conjurer Iras.
"We have servants who come to clean the place and do some upkeep in the early morning, but they won't stay here after their work is done. That is our rules", he told me.
"What rules?" I asked him.
"Our sect's rules. We value our privacy more than anything else and wouldn't want people we are not familiar with running around when we work", he told me.
"That is a refreshing concept in this world, Privacy", I said to him.
"Privacy is something a rich brat like you will never know how to appreciate", he told me.
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We strolled towards an immense structure that seemed to stretch endlessly towards the heavens.
Inside this extraordinary edifice, conventional floors and levels were conspicuously absent. Instead, enchanting staircases and levitating bookshelves and furniture adorned the space.
Amidst the suspended expanses, various individuals occupied the air.
Among them stood a figure identical to the Human Thing, his form encased in the toughest rocks and stones. He dedicated his time to breaking the rocks on his back, a peculiar ritual to alleviate an incessant itch.
Another character gracefully floated in mid-air, reclining on an air carpet that effortlessly glided through the space, skillfully navigating the airborne furniture.
Meanwhile, a woman immersed herself in manipulating flames, conjuring legendary fire effects that established her as the group's apparent fire sorceress.
Engrossed in his work, yet another individual meticulously tinkered with small magical gadgets. Though not conventional drones, these were diminutive devices infused with magical properties, intricate mechanical contraptions of mystical origin.
In a corner, a compassionate woman extended her magical prowess and affection, dedicating her efforts to healing injured wild creatures. These animals had ventured into the protected confines of the building, that was guarded by magical force fields and cunning booby traps and were wounded by them.
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"First let me introduce you to the members of my sect. We have Anitor, Eless, Epius, Iliwyn, and Iviar", Conjurer Iras introduced all the members of his sect to me.
"I thought there would be more members to the sect", I said to Iras.
"Well, some master conjurers have thousands of members in their sect many of whom don't even recognize each other. I prefer a small group that can trust each other and also understand each other's strengths and weaknesses so we can maximize our magic potentials", he told me.
"Basically, no spies can come here", I commented to him to which he nodded his head with a grin.
No wonder this huge place was so quiet. This was a private club with restricted memberships. Very restricted memberships. Actually, restricted only to six people.
"I brought you here today to invite you to our sect", Conjurer Iras said to me to the surprise of everybody including me.
"I'm sorry. I thought you are giving me some divine weapons to fight against the Aqrabuamelu?" I asked him.
"Yes, I am helping you but not with divine weapons but with the support of our sect, the Control Freaks", he told me.
"What are you talking about?" Anitor asked Iras.
"Oriese here took on the mission to capture or kill the Aqrabuamelu, and I thought our sect should join in the mission", Iras told them.
"You did that? Are you crazy?" Iviar asked me.
"They do describe me as that in the newspaper", I told them.
"Hey, I recognize you now. You are the Bully of Starri city", Eless said to me.
"That together with the other pseudonyms, Crazy Killer, Mad Bully, One Punch, Bandit of Tarah city. Will you give me your autograph", Illiwyn said to me and asked for my autograph.
"Well, I have a far-reaching reputation", I said to them.
"How do we know if we can trust him? We know all about his erratic behaviors," Anitor asked Iras while pointing at me.
"Well for a start he refused the reward in the Conjurer's vault because he couldn't find something suitable which makes him honest?", Conjurer Iras told us.
"Really? You are either stupid or dumb. Or both. You can just grab something. You can trade it if you don't need it", Iviar advised me.
"See I said the same thing to him', Iras told the sect.
"I'm too rich for that. The things in there couldn't buy me my breakfast", I replied to them.
"Snobby rich brat", Iviar said to me.
"That in itself is not good enough reason and qualification to join our sect's missions", Epius said to them.
"Well, he also helped me uncover the theft of materials from the Materials Vault which gained a lot of merits to our sect for discovering it", Conjurer Iras told them.
"He did that? I thought you ran an audit of the vault and found out about the theft", Eless asked him.
"The audit was prompted by Oriese's advise", Iras told them.
"Each of us has something special to contribute to the sect. What does he have?" Iviar asked about me.
"Well, he can conceal his magic tier from the Audition judges for a start with chaos magic", Iras told them.
"Really? We have a Chaos templar here now. Are you?", Iliwyn asked me.
"How did you find out about that?" I asked Iras.
"Isn't he the Bully of Starri city, the arrogant boy with the Medicine Affinity. His templar magic improves with the use of expensive potion albeit temporarily. I read about it in the newspaper", Epius said to them about me.