Two weeks passed.
Laith al-Hermesi was meditating in a squatting position and focusing in his mental body, he was focusing around a certain matter inside his large house, that was his special meditation room, the tiles and the ceiling were mosaic bearing the purple color, and the walls shiny painted with the finest paint in the kingdom where each wall carried a special color, the northern wall was red symbolizing the element of fire, while the southern wall blue meaning the raw cosmic material of the water element, the west yellow for the air element, and the east green for the earth element, after meditating for five hours a maid entered upon him:
My lord, there is a man outside who wants to speak with you. Let him enter the reception hall, I will be there in moments. Present.
After moments the two met in the reception hall, it turned out that the guest was a young sorcerer as well named Arkan who began speaking directly:
Laith, I think the matter of Mater occupies your mind just as it occupies mine. Indeed, I was thinking about what I should do regarding the matter. What do you think that we spoil it for them? We will gather allies and raise a lawsuit against them to the king, I have relations that can help me. Hmmmmm, Arkan, it seems you are God's message to me, I am with you in everything you will do. Hehe, I will not disappoint you O my friend.
And indeed Arkan exited Laith's house and headed to the largest magic school in Babylon, it was a building of seventy floors painted with attractive crimson red paint and its windows decorated and carved in the shapes of the Babylonian trinity everywhere.
Arkan advanced toward the huge wooden door, as soon as he took the first step a strange being appeared in front of him with gray skin and two very large ears compared to his head, short in stature, and with a hump on his back, and wearing a worn and torn cloak, in addition to it looking very old clearly, where this being asked:
The Hermetic sorcerer Arkan, what pushed you to visit us? I want to raise a case to the judge of the kingdom, I am strange in obtaining supporters from here. Well O sir, what is the password? Kornifos al-Abarob. Please O sir Arkan.
Arkan entered the school of magic, the corridor between the door and the large courtyard was long, pictures of the experts who graduated from this school filled the corridor on both sides, after seconds of walking he stopped at a specific painting and looked at it with feelings apparent from his eye sockets, this painting was his picture, as soon as he saw it he began to remember his beautiful past where he started from zero when he dreamed intensely of joining this school, but he was the son of an ordinary baker and did not have sufficient funding to join the ranks of learning magic, so he decided to borrow from one of their rich neighbors where he planned to finance himself in the second year of learning but it was not clear in what way, where he risked borrowing without being sure of his ability to repay the debt at the specified time which amounts to ten thousand dirhams.
But Arkan was an intelligent boy, so in the second year of magical learning he taught what he learned of magic to the public illegally and at a price slightly cheaper than the school, it was an additional and more dangerous risk than the first, but he succeeded thanks to his experience and intelligence and paid his debt and was also able to finance the remaining two years of the school.
And after his graduation he entered the field of crystal and gemstone trade, he went through many difficulties in this stage of his life, but after the suffering his trade flourished and he became one of the richest sorcerers in Babylon.
After seconds of contemplating his picture passed he continued walking until he reached the public courtyard, it was full of male and female magic students, there is a giant fountain in the middle of the courtyard from which the aura of the water element emanates intensely, Arkan wandered in the courtyard with slow steps listening to the students' conversations.
My God, look Paradise, it is Arkan. He is very handsome, this is the first time I see him in front of me.
Arkan ignored the female students' conversations, focused more on the males' conversations:
Hmph, Arkan famous expert, he is more like a dragon, but I swear that I will surpass him one day.
There was another voice from the eastern side:
I promised my grandfather that I will become the greatest sorcerer in all of Babylon, I will use magic in the service of good and helping the needy.
Arkan smiled somewhat sarcastically then hastened his steps to reach the director's office which is located at the back side of the central fountain, he reached a large and luxurious door and knocked gently on it.
Please O sir Arkan.
Arkan opened the door slowly, he was met by the director of the magic school, he was an elderly man in his sixties with a long gray beard and bald head, wearing a magical ritual cloak, he was sitting at his desk which was made of red wood, it was clear from it that it was very expensive, for the funding of this magic school was from the kingdom's treasury.
Sit please.
Arkan bowed again and advanced and sat in one of the side chairs of the office.
Sir Lavrov, I came to you today to obtain support in a case I wish to raise to the kingdom's court. Say what you have, I am all ears. The gang of the black sorcerer Abraham kidnapped the famous builder Mater, they are now torturing him with the utmost torture for an unknown goal.
The director Lavrov's face frowned:
Do you want me to use the school's name for the interests of a homeless like that? In fact yes, Arkan frowned at the latter's reaction. Arkan, I know that you are interested in the matter and expect a positive stance from me as an ally, but I carry on my back the name of the school, and my mission is to preserve its reputation in the finest form. Hmmf, well Sir Lavrov, I will not exaggerate in insisting.
Arkan stood up, bowed respectfully to the director and turned, headed toward the large door again, and when he was about to leave:
Wait a moment.