Rising of the Weakest Mage

Vol 6/Ch 60 - The Upcoming Tournament

Reynold Windblade sat at his desk in his office, examining a stack of papers for review. It was highly important he needed to get through these, as these reports determined what his company, Reynold Enterprises, needed to do in order to continue making a profit.

After all, his company, the one he built up from scratch, was the biggest and most influential company in all of London.

Most of their company consisted of buying and selling magical artifacts, in order to gain enough profit to keep London rolling. His company's funds alone were the sole reason that London today is in a good economic state.

Before he had built his company from scratch, many people suffered in London, even those who were considered middle class. But bit by bit, he turned it around and helped create the buzz London now has today.

Growing up in the Windblade family under his father, Solomon Windblade, was far from easy. As he was the oldest of his siblings, he was expected to perform the best. However, his air magic lacked what Solomon expected.

Due to this, he had a tough childhood. His younger siblings looked down upon him. It was a struggle for him to perform so well in a family that always expected better. However, he had found his talent - business.

His talents in understanding and analyzing how money works and flows brought him really far. He turned London upside down with his brilliant tactics and ideas, bringing him where he is today. He is now easily one of the most influential people in all of London, even rivaling his own father.

He may not be on the best terms with his father, but he was glad his father finally recognized talents and he could be of use to all of London.

Now, how do I deal with this, he thought to himself, reading one of the papers that had come in. It was not a report, but a proposition.

The tapping of his finger on his desk was the only other sound in his office. It became faster and faster, and his mind paced to decide what he would do.

Aren't you just a handful?, he thought to himself, thinking about the person who sent this proposition in. He couldn't help but laugh to himself.

The door to his office immediately opened. "Did you need anything sir?," a familiar voice asked.

"Oh no, I am fine. Now please, leave me be," he answered.

"Very well sir," the voice replied, quickly shutting the door.

After the door had shut, Reynold thought to himself about the royal banquet, hosted by the royal family, to which he attends each year.

He remembered an interesting character there, one he had never seen there previously. That person had caught his eye tremendously.

What was his name again?, he thought to himself, wracking his brain for information. Ah yes, it was Allen Fleming.

For a person like Reynold who practically stands at the top in London, it is difficult for others to catch his eye. But when they do, he knows interesting things will be coming ahead.

I do hope you can amuse me in the future, Allen Fleming, he thought with a smirk on his face, as he gave the proposition one last glance.

He decided he would take a short break from his work, so he swiftly got out of his chair and pushed it in. He did a small stretch, before leaving his office.

Solomon Windblade was once again in a meeting with the other Triumvirate officials.

They host a meeting weekly, for everyone to catch up with current events, and what they shall do moving forward.