By the end of the third day of hearings, everyone had settled into a smooth rhythm. The suggestions that could be solved by Wolfe were dealt with imdiately, but most of the issues were interpersonal or larger scale issues that they had been unable to resolve on their own.
Cassie and Ella hadn’t made it past lunch on any of the days, and Wolfe couldn’t bla them. Listening to people whine all day, especially when most of the issues were petty things and people trying to renegotiate deals that were already made.
One of the most egregious ones was a case where a man had sold his family’s abandoned farm to a Fae developer. It hadn’t been worked in decades, and the house was condemned by the One World Governnt, but he hadn’t cared at the ti because he was a banker in the city.
So, he had sold cheap to a Fae who wanted to build a water park.
Now, it was completely renovated, and there was an exclusive community growing around it, with equally prohibitive property values, and the man insisted that he should have a cut of those ho sales, as the water park didn’t take the whole farm, and the rest had been subdivided.
It was insane, and both the local judge and his Continental Representative had already told him that, but he was still certain that Wolfe would see his side.
He had even played the ’indigenous rights’ angle until one of the witches offered to purchase it from the Fae and turn it over to the coven that used to control the region where the farm was before the war.
That idea didn’t sit nearly as well, because before the war, his family were tenant farrs. They didn’t originally own the land. They just claid it in the chaos after the war when the old covens were disbanded.
The third day was coming to a close, and only a few last petitions were left for Wolfe to consider.
The first was a request for a facility to officially test for the magic aptitude of humans. That was simple enough to deal with, as it had been made dozens of tis in dozens of cities.
Wolfe and the Continental Representatives had already formulated a plan to deal with that situation. They would do annual testing of all children during school, and the witches who worked full-ti in clinics would be taught the trick to judge human potential before it was awakened.
If they were too old for school, their pri learning monts had already been missed, but the clinics would let holess, transients, and students who felt they were awakening in between annual tests to get checked and enrolled in one of the many new Academies that were being founded.
At the mont, there were four going up in the other Continental Capitals, two already operating in Forest Grove, and then magic teachers all over the Frozen Wastes, though those were only open to local residents, as the schools only had one or two mages each.
The final request of the last day was not even from a resident of their world. It was a petition placed by a casino in the Incubus King’s territory protesting the fact that the continental representatives wouldn’t let them open random portals as a "Flash Mob" style advertising, with free entry to their casinos and other attractions.
Letting random people open public portals all over the world with no notice was deed to be a public nuisance, and they had been instructed to open them at the designated portal locations, and the flash mob of scantily clad Lust Demons were deed a public nuisance.
Handing out advertisent cards in general was frowned upon, but the casino and brothel workers were particularly obnoxious about it.
Wolfe shook his head as the Incubus finished pleading his case.
"I won’t change public policy to allow more intensive advertising. If your people want to stand silently in uniform, or promote inside participating businesses, that is within regulations. But the portal must be in a designated area if it will remain open in public for more than thirty seconds per day.
However, you may grant them free passage through the portal you have opened.
If you wish to follow through with this plan, I suggest that you find a business that will allow you to open your portal within their premises, and post advertisents on their windows within local regulations."
The Incubus sighed in defeat as he bowed and retreated. If the high-class sorts of places that their desired clientele frequented had allowed that, he wouldn’t have been trying out this new marketing strategy to go to the streets in front of high-end clubs and corporate offices to gather wealthy clients for a free trip.
Getting wealthy clients with all the competition was difficult, and the Incubus King himself was shaless in his tactics. He would send personal invites to groups of businessn that he worked with to et him at one of his resorts for an all expenses paid eting, bypassing the need to advertise and directly poaching the top spenders.
Nobody else had that sort of sway outside their own realm.
So, they were trying to get creative. But the line between creative and annoying was a fine one, and the services of their facilities weren’t as well received in this world as they had hoped. The witches and humans were much more uptight about sexuality.
Even if they weren’t married.
That finished the appeals, and the throne room doors were closed with a resounding boom, then a surge of magic and a series of clicks as the wards and locks on the doors engaged to keep the room empty until it was in use again.
"Finally, all done. Now, we have a whole month to make so of these changes, and to prepare for the next round. Maybe I should have made these etings seasonal." Wolfe joked.
Ella shrugged. "You can always change it later when there are fewer people visiting. Right now, the three days is hardly enough to get through them, and we haven’t even started getting the appeals for leniency that will co once the people realize that you have the power to pardon criminals."
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