Ch. 234 - Deal

I saw the grimace on Dean Fogg's face but I saw no answer.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He insisted.
Alright. Let's push a little.
"Really? So you wouldn't mind me talking about what you and Eliza are-"
"Stop!" Dean Fogg shouted, "I get it. Everyone, out. I need to talk to thisan alone."
"Henry you have to be joking. He is .... We don't even know what he is. And if he has really killed gods then-" Professor Lipson argued.
"Yes. You felt that magic too didn't you? You can't expect us to leave you alone with him here!" The herbology professor, Bax, yes.
I remember him now. Hamish Bax.
"It will be fine. He's no threat. He doesn't even have any magic left, do you Mr. Walker?" Dean Fogg asked.
I shrugged.
"Nope. I was hoping my bluff would work but I guess you're not a master magician for nothing."
"Then we should send him away now before-" Lipson interjected.
"Sure. If you think you can take the Beast alone. After all, you did so well the first 39 times didn't you?" I chided.
"What is he talking about Henry?" Lipson asked.
"Nothing. Just trust me. Please. I can handle it. Out now. We have other students to interview. We can't waste too long on him." Fogg requested.
"Okay. But I want an explanation once it's done." Lipson insisted, as the teachers moved out of the room.
"You might want to use a short term memory wipe on them after." I advised as Fogg put up a soundproof barrier around the room.
"I won't need to. They are trustworthy. And besides, if you fail, they won't remember a thing next loop. I must say, you better be right.
I'm not looking forward to dying a 40th time."
"Yeah about that. This is the last loop. Eliza dies this time." I spoiled.
"And the good news keeps coming." Fogg chuckled, taking a swig from his hip flask.
"Well worry not. I'm here and I will take care of it this time." I assured him.
"I hear a but coming." Fogg snarked.
"But you have to pay a price. It's just business."
"How's this for a price. I let you stay at Brakebills and don't kill you right here, right now."
"And take on the Beast all on your own? My oh my! How brave of you! I'm sure the Beast will relish gutting you one final time."
"Tch!" Fogg clicked his tongue, "And how do you plan on dealing with him? He can fight off the entirety of our staff. Incapacitate gods."
"So can I." I replied.
"We have tried everything." Fogg said, defeated.
"Everything you say? Have you tried orbital bombardment?" I asked, "Because I'm willing to bet he won't survive that."
Dean Fogg's face was a picture of surprise and horror.
I chuckled.
"Sometimes, the solution isn't magic. It's simply more dakka."
Dean Fogg mulled over my words for a moment and looked me up and down.
"Say this solution works.....what do you want in return?"
"Nothing much. Just a place at Brakebills for me and my wife while we're here. An exemption from expulsion. Your supply of living metal and a guide to making magic batteries. Some living clay for research. Complete access to your library, including the good shit you hide out back.
Two spells.
The Rhinemann Ultra and The Voltaic Transfer.
Eliza's magic watch and key.
And a Word As Bond contract with you swearing to secrecy all that I do. Don't want your superiors taking advantage of my tech. Especially Irene and her scheming family."
Irene McAllister. Board member, trustee and puppeteer behind most of the Brakebills stuff.
She and her family, the McAllisters are minor antagonists in the show, enslaving fairies, using their ground up bones as a magical substitute for mana. They are freed by one of the protagonists, Julia Wicker during a later arc as part of her journey to godhood.
That won't happen this time though.
Because I will steal it from her. The god seed that is.
I will be the saviour of the fairies. And in return, I intend to get a hefty bargain.
Some of the rarest and choicest materials only available in the fairy realm, including one of seven magical keys that can be used to control all of magic itself when brought together.
A long term plan.
For now though, I will prepare, skulk about in the shadows and let the plot progress as it will so I can milk the world for all I can get.
And maybe, just maybe, have a relaxing time this time around in college.
Unlike five years ago where I was the model student, and party pooper that never had any fun in university.
Might as well enjoy university like it was meant to be enjoyed.
With shallow friends and shitty beer.
"Irene isn't so-" He argued, only to get a deadpan look from me.
"Fine. She's opportunistic." He agreed, producing a contract, " I can agree to all those terms except the watch and key. They don't belong to me. I can't give them to you."
"That's understandable. Mind if I...?" I asked.
He shook his head handing it to me.
I went over the contract and added in a few details, altered some clauses and handed it back to him.
He skimmed it and frowned.
"What do you have against the library?" He asked, probably having read the secrecy statute I put in there.
"Nothing much except that they're authoritarian dickwads who hide away important knowledge, trap people in absurd contracts and peep into everyone's lives with their pet prophet. They're practically running the lovechild of the gestapo and a black company there. It's less a library and more of a cult." I ranted.
"That's exaggerating it a bit. They are selective but-"
"Let's not get into semantics Dean Fogg. Just....if they don't know something about me that you do, keep it secret. Not asking anything more of you." I pushed the contract at him.
Fogg sighed, and nodded, swiping his hand over the contract adding another line.
"Okay. Fine. But don't drag us into whatever conflict you have with the library."
"I'll try." I said.
"That will do. Now what about this wife of yours. Where is she now?"
"She's currently... indisposed but will arrive here soon enough. Just grant her admission like any other student." I explained.
"If she doesn't enroll within the first month, I'm afraid, even I can't help you with that. It'll draw too much suspicion.
Unwanted attention and prying eyes are not good when keeping a secret."
I nodded in agreement.
"So then, deal?" I asked.
"Deal." Fogg replied, signing the contract and I followed suit, "Let's hope you weren't lying about the god killing part." He sunk back in his chair, defeated and handed me a packet with my coursework details.
I grinned back.
"I wasn't. Send the materials to my dorm by today. I'd like to get to work asap."
"Sure thing." Fogg groaned, gesturing with his hands, undoing his barrier spell.
"Come in!" He shouted, and the professors, walked in, taking their seats again, but their eyes remained transfixed on me.
"You're giving me an absolutely sinful look there Professor Lipson. If you want a taste you need only ask!" I winked at her and she fumbled with her words.
"Bu-what? N-no!" She cried, composing herself, "No."
"Doesn't do well to hide your feelings darling." I teased, "But fine. You know where to find me if you change your mind."
"Just get out!" She growled. blushing, as the door slammed open.
"Alright alright. I'm going." I laughed and ran out as a snow globe flew past my head smashing on the wall.
Hehehehehhe.
How cute!
Total MILF too.
I'll have fun teasing her.