The Fortitude of a Magician [ Solo Job ]

Not to anyone’s surprise, the seat in the back of the classroom remained empty. It remained empty for an entire week. The professor found the occupant of the chair in the back of the classroom absolutely frustrating. For two reasons. Firstly, the impressively lazy magician barely attended class, and secondly, it became utter hell in her classroom when the cheeky ass did attend class. A fact which drove her even further angry, was her inability to ever actually punish the hooky. After all, Harel had Professor Schwartz backing him up. Although, much to her amusement, he appeared rather against Schwartz’s support.

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He escaped the monotony of class without any resistance from the opposing force. No one approached Ariel and attempted to persuade him to resume his proper place in the boring, sepia walls of the classroom. This, he observed with little surprise. No one ever made any attempts to dissuade him from leaving class. He suspected Schwartz influenced the tides to roll in such a direction. He rarely felt little thankfulness towards Schwartz, but he rather grudgingly made an exception for this case. He hadn't expected Schwartz to kindly put a word in for Ariel. The kindness rather ruffled Ariel when he first realized the act, but his initial confusion soon gave way to resignation. Schwartz was confusing. Oh well.

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“Are you a traveler such as myself? Or do you reign from the walled city?” A cloaked man approached the brunette. He stepped hesitantly and with a wise sense of caution. Their paths collided calmly. Just as the stranger examined Ariel with careful consideration, the black magician observed the cloaked man with cynical standards. He nodded, though he hesitated to reveal his identity. He smiled painfully and revealed Ariel’s lie. He appeared rather neutral concerning the young man’s clear lie. Strangely, not troubled by his dishonesty. “How priceless, young traveler, that you have stopped here for more than an hour now. Perhaps your voyage but took a couple minutes from there to here?” He suggested. Ariel stared at the man with disinterest. The stranger, barely bothered by the lack of manners Ariel treated him with, continued. “And perhaps, out respect for your elders, you might assist in an attempt to retrieve a precious necklace from this frail man?”

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“Respect?” He scoffed. “Don't make me laugh! No. Give another reason and I might lend my assistance.”

"I am a traveler, arrogant one, not a commoner. I am old. My relatives and my children prepare the day I die with festivity. That necklace is rather important to me. Might I please your insatiable self with riches equal to the necklace?”

“That all depends on the value of the necklace.”

“High.”

“How high?”

“Too high for man to measure.”

“In other words, it's a worthless necklace that happens to bring back good memories or something?”

“Or something. But it's not necessarily worthless. You'd be unlucky enough to sell if for a 3 grand.”

“Perhaps, old and dying one, I shall look into this important necklace of yours.”

“You have my sincere thanks. Can I suggest you also look into a mischievous flying carpet?”

“I suppose this mischievous flying carpet is now wreaking havoc in Magnostadt?”

“Most likely.”

“Well, I can't back out now. If I don't take care of the flying carpet sooner, I'll pay the price later.”

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Considering magic carpets were rare, people gave rather helpful answers when he asked them about the magic carpet. By just going off of the testaments of others, he found the magic carpet. It confronted him with an arrogant attitude. It simply flew at him like a raging bear, only without the speed factor. He simply slid out of the way. He acted quickly and batted the magic carpet down with his wand. Settled upon the magic carpet, a heap of riches. He reached over to the tassel farthest from him and pulled. Shing jewelry poured from the carpet. To which surrounding people sprinted to “help clean up” the mess. As for the cloaked man, he never described the necklace’s appearance. Even so, the magic carpet only stole two necklaces. There was a considerable contrast in value between the two necklaces. He picked the worthless one to bring to the old man.

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