Chapter 962 962 Sale Offers

Chapter 962 962 Sale Offers

Wolfe smiled at Petros. "You know, there are alternatives. You don't need to use the massive cargo planes for general purposes, you can use a smaller twin propeller plane, which holds six to ten people, and travels at a more reasonable two to three hundred kilometres an hour.

The Witches can make those ones without my assistance, though they're not as mana efficient without the arrays that I use. That makes them more reasonably priced, and there are versions that can land in pastures or on water, so you don't need to build specialty runways everywhere that you want to go."

Petros looked around at his Nobles, who were giving him the pleading puppy eyes. Unlike Petros, who could simply open a portal to everywhere that he wanted to go, most of them had to travel by carriage. Having the option of an airplane would be a fantastic improvement for the wealthier Nobles, who often had lake houses in the mountains, or a secondary property near the Royal Palace, which was situated on a sheltered ocean harbour.

"We can discuss those later. I believe that some small but fast personal transport aircraft would be well received by the Nobles." Petros replied with as much dignity as he could muster.

The witches listening in on the conversation quietly celebrated. The small planes were not hard to make, but they required a fair bit of power, so they were not cheap. Most Rank Three Witches could make one in an afternoon, and with the usual markup, it would give them two weeks worth of standard living expenses.

If these foreigners were going to buy a bunch of them, then the witches who had reached Rank Three would have a lot of work to do. Assuming that Wolfe and his Pentacles didn't just grab it all to do it in one big batch.

"I see that there are numerous Witch Covens listed on the maps here. Would it be possible for the higher Nobles to hire personal physicians from the lower ranks? You know, the sort that can cure common illnesses, assist the midwives, create healing potions with magic and not just alchemy." One of the older men asked.

He looked like he was in need of a witch himself.

He had clearly been ill for a long time, and his health was failing. But with the abilities of their healers, that was the best that he could hope for. If they had a proper witch on staff, she could most likely have cured him in a few treatments, even if she was Rank One, but a Rank Two witch could most likely get him back in peak shape in a matter of minutes.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I shouldn't have said that part out loud." Janet added with an embarrassed blush.

King Petros shook his head. "No, you did a wonderful job, young Miss. It is much better that we know exactly what you were curing so that we can understand the limitations of the various Ranks. It seems that at Rank One, you will need more than one treatment for serious illnesses like cancer, but the more pervasive social diseases can be cured in one go.

If that holds true for illnesses like the black cough, malaria and other common diseases, then even a newly graduated witch like yourself will save countless lives."

Janet shook her head. "I am not yet graduated, Your Majesty. I still have a year of school left, but I had penmanship class this morning, so I was sent here to work as a notetaker for the meeting."

Petros raised an eyebrow at Wolfe. "Your people really don't do confidentiality, do you?"

Wolfe shrugged. "It's an official meeting. All official meetings are on the record here. Private meetings remain private and don't get shared with others. But as all the people have the right to know, and I have the Kind Intentions spell in place, it's a given that the notes will be correct and not falsified to suit someone's agenda."

The Nobles looked like he had just shared some great wisdom.

"That's right. If you can't act to harm others with ill intentions, then you can't lie in the notes to start a war between factions, or encourage an assassination." One of them exclaimed.

Janet looked around the room. "Notes leading to war and death? What in the world are you all doing with the meeting notes?"