Real Estate Office

The line to enter the Second Zone moved swiftly, and soon it was Leylin's turn. He was well-prepared for the city's stringent security protocols, fully expecting the need to pass through a checkpoint at each new zone. The process of queuing was a minor inconvenience, but as a Magus, he was afforded the luxury of preferential access.

Leylin presented the silver ring he had recently come into possession of, its luster catching the guard's eye. With a nod of deference, the guard stepped aside, granting Leylin unimpeded passage.

Upon entering, Leylin observed that the Second Zone was significantly more expansive than the first. The shops and edifices were methodically arranged, a stark contrast to the disarray he had witnessed in the First Zone.

His black leather boots made a resonant thud against the polished marble flooring, echoing through the spacious boulevards.

Guided by Sean, Leylin navigated through the bustling streets with ease, arriving promptly at the heart of the Second Zone—the downtown area where the essence of the city's activities converged.

Sean's performance had been impressive; despite his outward appearance of a mere human, possibly a recovering substance abuser, he demonstrated a keen intellect and resourcefulness. He was familiar with every shortcut and back alley, and he possessed the savvy to avoid unsavory characters that could spell trouble.

At the center of the Second Zone stood the communal center, an architectural marvel resembling an immense hand with its palm pressed against the earth, fingers splayed wide. Each digit served as an entrance, grand and inviting.

The magicians queued up at these entrances, their numbers so vast they resembled a colony of ants diligently entering and exiting their mound.

"This is the hub of the Nightless City's administrative operations," Sean explained as he ushered Leylin through the forefinger's passage. "Here, one can secure accommodations, apply for commercial permits, accept assignments, and more. It's the lifeblood of the city's internal workings."

As they ventured deeper into the building, the air thrummed with the collective focus of countless magicians attending to their affairs, each contributing to the pulsating energy of the Nightless City.

This path led them to the real estate office, a haven for Magi seeking temporary abode. Property agents, like vultures circling their prey, lurked at the entrance, ready to swoop down on any newcomer. Their offerings were exorbitant, and the lodgings often left much to be desired — mere tourist traps, though not crossing the line into illegality. Sean briefed Leylin on this as they stepped through the threshold.

"Esteemed sir, might I interest you in a residence? Old Hork's establishment boasts complete amenities, including the company of enchanting snake and fox girls at your service!"

"Disregard his prattle! Our abode offers the most competitive rates, and as a token of our hospitality, we shall bestow upon you ten human servants!"

Upon Leylin's entrance, a swarm of agents descended, their eyes gleaming with avarice, each one eager to ensnare him in their web of deceit.

"Scram, or I'll carve you up! Out of my way! Move!" Sean bellowed, brandishing a hefty bowie knife, its blade glinting ominously. The agents, mere mortals, recoiled in fear, parting like the sea to let Leylin pass without hindrance.

Navigating through the throng, Sean ushered Leylin down a nearby corridor, fending off the grasping hands of the overly zealous agents.

They ascended a spiral staircase, and upon reaching the second floor, a hush enveloped them. The contrast to the cacophony below was stark.

Crossing the threshold of "Hall No. 762," they entered a grand domed chamber. Above, a colossal crystal chandelier hung, its multifaceted surfaces scattering a kaleidoscope of light across the room, painting the floor with ethereal shapes.

Arrayed along the walls of the chamber were numerous counters, with plush seating arranged for those awaiting service. A handful of magicians sat, their gazes distant and weary, seemingly lost in a trance.

On the right, a black screen dominated the wall, its crimson script cycling endlessly with new offerings.

"Abode #332 on West Hall Street West, modest in size — a mere 6700 magic crystals."

"Residence #893 on Flamingo Street, comfortably spacious — priced at 18500 magic crystals."

"These dwellings, though second-hand, are priced for the thrifty. Many a lesser mage lingers here, in hopes of a fortuitous deal..." Sean observed Leylin's intrigued expression and proceeded to elucidate further.

"If you wish to secure a residence, the counters from 1 to 15 are at your service. Shall I take the liberty of queuing on your behalf, Master?" the attendant inquired with a practiced smile.

Leylin's gaze was steely. "Spare me the needless questions. You're well aware of my purpose here," he retorted sharply.

"My sincerest apologies, Master... I shall attend to it posthaste." With a deferential bow, Sean hastened towards the bustling counters, blending into the sea of tenants and landlords.

Leylin, whose wealth was substantial, yet not squandered frivolously, was cautious about any hasty investments in Nightless City. His strategy was clear: employ Sean's local knowledge to navigate the real estate maze, ensuring his crystals didn't end up funding a dwelling beneath his esteemed stature.

The exorbitant rental prices displayed were a stark contrast to Leylin's memories of the academy, where acolytes languished in their thirst for magic crystals. The recollection coaxed a smirk from Leylin; his fortunes, amassed through alchemical prowess and opportune looting, shielded him from such petty concerns.

The hall was a hive of activity, with numerous counters catering to an array of services. Once Sean had merged into the queue, Leylin settled into an unoccupied chair, his attention captured by a discarded newspaper on the adjacent table. It was an invitation to the world beyond these walls, a glimpse into the affairs of the arcane and the mundane.

"Rose Sanctuary and Fresh Blood White Bones have locked horns once more. Their forces are amassing in Margaret City, the scale of the conflict yet to be disclosed…"

"Magicians have pinpointed the behemoth responsible for the Eastern Sea's tsunami—an Ancient Whale. The Ennea Ivory Ring Tower convenes in urgency, deliberating potential countermeasures…"

"A call to traders: substantial rewards for large consignments of purified gems. Propose your terms."

"The enigma of the Andre Town Butcher persists, devoid of leads or suspects. The investigation, stagnant for months, has prompted local authorities to solicit aid from prominent factions, their own efforts to apprehend the elusive Rank 2 Magus fruitless. No alliance has yet pledged their support…"

[Rank 2 Magus? A quaint title, indeed. Yet, they remain oblivious to the truth. You are no mere Rank 2 Magus, but a Rank 1 Warlock.] Aralis's voice resonated within Leylin's mind, laced with a hint of mockery.

A silent chuckle escaped Leylin's lips as he continued perusing the pages.

The newspaper was brimming with reports, yet Leylin found the bulk of it trivial—advertisements and sponsorships dominating the content, a reflection of the city's commercial heartbeat.

"Master, it's your turn now!" Sean's voice echoed through the bustling public office, cutting through the murmur of conversations and the rustle of papers. Leylin, who had been engrossed in the latest edition of 'The Nightless Herald', looked up. Folding the newspaper neatly, he rose from the leather-bound chair and made his way to the 13th counter where Sean was gesturing animatedly.

"Welcome to the Teljose City Real Estate Office! How may I assist you today?" The voice came from behind the counter, where a young girl stood, her attire a blend of professionalism and the quaint charm of lace. Her smile was practiced yet warm, inviting trust and conversation. Leylin estimated her age to be no more than eighteen, perhaps nineteen at a stretch.

As Leylin approached, his attention was drawn not just to the girl, but to the peculiar sight behind her—a white, fluffy ball of fur nestled snugly against the curve of her lower back.

'Interesting, a half-rabbit beastkin employed in the heart of the city,' Leylin mused with a hint of amusement. When he was in Dark Magi territory, it was not common for a central public office to hire beastkin, let alone one with such distinctive features. Light Magi were truly the egalitarian type.

"I am in the market for a residence," Leylin began, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. "It must be fully equipped with all modern conveniences, including a state-of-the-art laboratory. Additionally, I require a defensive spell formation of no less than the highest standard..."

The rabbit maiden listened intently, her eyes scanning the numerous parchments spread before her. Every so often, she would close her eyes, her fingers dancing over a crystal ball mounted on a metallic base, as if she were consulting with unseen forces.

"We have a selection of properties that meet your specifications, sir. However, to proceed with a purchase in Teljose City, we must first verify your credentials..." Her words trailed off as Leylin, with a nonchalant flick of his wrist, revealed a silver ring etched with intricate runes.

The change in the rabbit maiden's demeanor was instantaneous. Her previously casual posture straightened, and she bowed deeply, her formality impeccable. "Ah, my lord! Please accept my deepest apologies for the oversight!" Her voice was laced with respect, and as she bowed, the rabbit's tail that had been peeking out from behind her became fully visible, twitching ever so slightly—a playful contrast to the seriousness of the moment.

"I require no apologies; your efficiency is what matters. Now, the properties, if you will," Leylin stated, his voice a mixture of weariness and impatience as he retracted his hand, signaling his growing frustration with the lack of prompt service.

The rabbit maiden cleared her throat, regaining her composure. "Certainly, my lord. For a Magus of your distinction, we have curated a selection of residences situated within the prestigious Third Zone and beyond. Presently, there are thirteen vacant estates that align perfectly with your specifications," she explained, her fingers now gliding over the blue crystal ball with purpose.

In response to her gestures, a cascade of rainbow hues coalesced into a series of holographic projections. It was a detailed map of Teljose City, illuminated by thirteen radiant beacons, each marking the location of an available property.

"These projections contain comprehensive details about each estate, including virtual tours of the structures," she continued, her voice steady and informative.

Leylin leaned forward, his eyes scanning the holographic display. True to the clerk's words, each property was nestled within the coveted Third Zone or higher, boasting expansive tracts of land. The estates were grandiose, reminiscent of ancient villas, complete with manicured gardens, reflective pools, and private training grounds—hallmarks of luxury and exclusivity.

The very foundation of Teljose City was an active volcano, its slopes a testament to the hierarchy of wealth and status. The ascent to higher elevations signified not only a rise in altitude but also in prestige and cost per square meter. It was here that the opulent lifestyles of Magi were most pronounced, reflected in the sprawling estates they occupied.

With a discerning eye, Leylin pinpointed a villa that piqued his interest. He extended his hand, pressing upon the luminescent marker.

Instantly, the model expanded with a burst of white light, revealing a detailed three-dimensional representation of the villa.

"Prime location: Large Whale Street #56, within the affluent Third Zone. This estate boasts a fully equipped laboratory, an advanced defensive spell formation, and a Negative Energy reaction pool, among other amenities..." the rabbit maiden narrated, as additional information materialized in a floating white panel beside the 3D figure.

Leylin observed the model, noting the strategic placement of the villa, its architectural elegance, and the array of features that catered to the needs of a Magus of his caliber. It was clear that this property was designed for those who sought both functionality and luxury in their dwelling.

Leylin's voice, tinged with satisfaction, broke the tense silence. "This property resonates with my tastes. I shall claim it," he declared, his finger resting on the model of the chosen estate. The rabbit maiden's eyes widened, her concern palpable. Leylin's indifference to the price was alarming; such nonchalance could only spell trouble if he lacked the means to procure the funds.

"My esteemed lord, while I understand your preference, I must caution you—this particular estate is the pinnacle of luxury within the Third Zone, commanding a price that…" the clerk hesitated, her voice trailing off. She had showcased this property as a deterrent, hoping to steer Leylin towards a more modest selection. The prospect of inciting the ire of a Magus Lord was a risk she was not prepared to take.

Leylin's expression remained unfazed, his voice steady and commanding. "I believe my words were clear. Proceed with the details. What is the sum required?" he inquired, his patience evidently thinning.

The clerk gulped, her attempt to dissuade him faltering. "It surpasses even the most lavish villas of the Fourth Zone! The cost is a staggering… two hundred thousand magic crystals!"

Hearing this, all the nearby customers and office clerks turned their attention to Leylin. Who was this arrogant person, trying to bite more than he could chew? In their hearts, they mocked his foolishness.

The bunny maiden glanced at Leylin, her eyes searching for any sign of hesitation. "Should you align with one of the influential houses supporting Teljose City, such as the Mordeken family, a substantial discount on a different estate might be attainable…"

Leylin, fully aware of the underlying motives of this beastkin, knew she intended to recruit exceptional talents like himself, with promises of grand rewards for her successful persuasion.

"See to the arrangements immediately. I wish to take residence in my new abode without delay," Leylin stated, his demeanor casual as he retrieved a small coffer from his dimensional satchel—a satchel he had enhanced with runes prior to his journey to the Great Canyon Margaret.

The room fell silent as everyone around stared at Leylin in disbelief. The coffer's contents were beyond their wildest expectations: two hundred pearl-sized, translucent gems radiating a potent arcane energy. These were no ordinary magic crystals; they were the zenith of Magi currency, each equivalent to a thousand standard crystals.

Such top-grade crystals were not found but forged, through an arduous refinement process reserved for the highest-grade crystals—a feat only achievable by the most skilled Alchemy grandmasters.

Most Magi relied on the expertise of Alchemy Guilds for such a service. Yet here stood Leylin, an enigmatic outsider devoid of any known affiliations, nonchalantly brandishing a fortune in top-grade crystals as though they were mere trinkets.

The bunny clerk's face contorted into a grimace, her bewilderment morphing into an expression of dismay. Leylin's abrupt slam on the counter jolted her back to reality.

"Girl! Verify the crystal count and finalize my purchase. I don't have all night," Leylin commanded, his tone teetering on the brink of violence.

The humiliation etched a shadow over the rabbit maiden's features, yet she managed to conjure a strained smile. With swift movements, she requested Leylin's ring, placing it into a curious contraption adorned with an arcane symbol. The device hummed briefly before she returned the ring with a deferential gesture.

"The villa's protective enchantments are now linked to your ring, my lord... It grants you access and the authority to alter the defensive spells as you see fit."

She then handed Leylin a bundle containing keys and a parchment.

"These are the keys to your new home, along with pertinent details regarding the estate. May your stay be most agreeable..."

With a gracious nod, Leylin accepted the array of items laid out before him, each one a testament to his recent ventures. He turned on his heel, the soft click of his boots echoing through the quiet establishment as he made his way to the exit.

Sean followed close behind, casting a wary glance over his shoulder at the clerk who stood rooted to the spot, her eyes wide with a mixture of shame and disbelief.

As they stepped out into the bustling street, the crowd parted like the sea before them. Whispers followed in their wake, a blend of awe and caution. Leylin's presence commanded attention, yet no one dared to meet his gaze directly.

It was as if an unspoken rule had been established the moment he brought out the small coffer; Leylin was not a man to be trifled with.

The Magi inside the office could only speculate about his origins, but the consensus was clear: he must be the scion of a powerful lineage, perhaps even royalty in disguise, or the hidden hand of a vast and influential faction.

Indeed, Leylin's nonchalance in the face of such opulence only fueled their theories. He carried himself with the ease of someone born into privilege, yet there was a sharpness in his eyes, a calculated intelligence that hinted at a life forged in the fires of adversity. It was this duality, this blend of regal indifference and cunning street smarts, that had kept everyone at bay.

And as he disappeared into the throng, his silhouette a fading promise of stories untold, they could only watch and wonder about the true nature of the man who walked among them, a living legend in their midst.

'Such extravagance... two hundred thousand magic crystals expended without a second thought...' Sean's disbelief was palpable.

He had only heard tales of magicians wielding vast fortunes, but witnessing such opulence firsthand was a wholly different experience.

'In the service of a Magus of such caliber, the rewards shall be substantial...' Sean mused, his thoughts adrift in possibilities.

"Hasten your step, dog. Escort me to my newly acquired residence," Leylin demanded, his voice laced with impatience.

"Immediately, master! Your desires are my utmost priority!" Sean's demeanor brightened as he scurried ahead. "This way, please! In Nightless City, there is no corner unknown to me!"