Chapter 895 895 Merchantile Social

Chapter 895 895 Merchantile Social

Once Wolfe had finished ordering and the drinks were delivered to their table, a pleasantly sweet red wine that was supposed to pair well with the day's signature appetizers, a merchant from a nearby table came to greet them.

"Patriarch Noxus, I am Jeremy, of the Red River Trading Company, from which you made a purchase earlier today. If it's no trouble, I came to ask you about the curious artifacts that you paid with, and to invite you to a gathering of Merchants later this evening.

Everyone who is anyone will be there tonight, and I strongly suspect that you are someone." The man introduced himself, with genuine interest in his black eyes.

Wolfe smiled back at him. "I suppose that could be possible once the young ones were in bed. Tell me, have you had a chance to test them? Your sales lady was quite enthralled."y chuckled softly and nodded his head in agreement. "In fact, my men are likely still testing it at the Company's villa here in town. They tried for hours to determine how it was created, without luck, but I suspect that you might know the secret to that, given your intense blessing from the Divine One."

The merchant made a vague gesture toward Wolfe, meaning his magical signature, which Cassie and Ella had both identified as being heavily altered by the energy of the Lowest Planes.

If the locals saw that as a mark of favour from their God, then Wolfe was in luck. Their mages all carried a hint of that Energy, from what Wolfe recalled of facing them in battle, but nothing like what he did after actually spending time in the trials that their Divine One had set up.

"Yes, I have been quite blessed with my magical endowment, but it does come with some drawbacks. I have a horrible time sensing the strength of others. It has led to no end of social faux pas." Wolfe agreed.

He was actually quite good at telling them apart by Rank, but it wasn't as easy as with the Witches, who he could sense from across the city thanks to their aura.

"I will be looking forward to this evening." Wolfe agreed.

The merchant returned to his table, and Wolfe's table was brought their food, served as six small courses for the main table, and three for the kids.

Not that Stephanie was complaining. This body she had been assigned was small, and after the soup and the main, she hardly had room for dessert. Molly was the same, but was so enthusiastic about trying new foods that she ate until she was nearly sick, and Stephanie had to stealthily heal her.

Wolfe could tell that half the people in the restaurant could tell she used magic, but not what, so she got away without anyone noticing the unusual skills of their group.

Wolfe extended his senses out to the Gentlemen's Club, or at least what he hoped was it, and checked the outfits that everyone was wearing. It all looked very ritualistic, and Wolfe was concerned that he wouldn't be able to make appropriate attire to match that.

But when they got back to their room, the maids had left three outfits on the bed, with a note saying to call them if alterations were needed and that these were the formal dress code for the local events, and not for international events, which used the standard formal garb.

"That's interesting. There are different tiers of outfits based on the calibre of the event, and not just the formality of the event and the status of the person attending." Cassie noted.

"That's almost the same for the Families back home. You dress a bit better to go meet with other Families than you do for similar events among your own." Wolfe agreed.

"Now, do we make duplicates of these with magic? Or just wear an invisible barrier over top?" Ella asked.