Plant spells were normally only for druids, which was a shame really. They had so many amazing uses. You could let them grow rapidly, give them sentience and even create portals between trees on the same plane. Wish made it possible for him. He intended to use trees, plants and fungi as his decoration, living furniture, food, guardians, doors, shifting maze, elevator and conversation partners. He never liked the idea of a cold and empty tower, only filled with grumpy wizards.
Walking along the corridor he nodded towards the mushrooms which eagerly talked to him and wanted to him to take a bite, these ones were poisons but they swore not to him. He did not yet want to try out his clones, so he thanked them politely and moved on. Moving threw many hidden doors, gateways and passageways he finally arrived at the library. Only a few red velvet chairs stood at the bottom of 20 feet high shelves full of books. Branches, leaves and droves of cherry's gave the room a fresh and natural feeling. The branches extended from the shelves which seemed to have grown naturally in this shape. Luminescent plants and insects gave the illusion of sunlight streaming in from above.
"Ah, Mister Argentarius. What a pleasure. Just now a new patch came in and I believe this would greatly interest you." A soft whisper, like the rustling of leaves reached his ears. He could make out a face near the seating area at the centra of the mighty tree.
"Thank you Chief Librarian." He still felt a bit strange about giving the tree a title, but the spell clearly stated that the plants were only charmed for 30 days after being awakened to sentience. And if they held a grudge against you, well good luck getting a those books. So he decided it could not hurt to flatter them a bit.
"Say, could I have some of your wonderful fruits again?" He tried to present his best caring boss persona.
"But of course, my Lord!" The tree moved an entire branch over and dropped a full pound into a wooden bowl. In the next few hours Argentarius tried to eat as many cherry's as humanly possible while reading a book about the emotions of plants. Which was bit strange, given it was written by Natalie Coal from Indiana.
His next stop was the new SSC, short for Scrying surveillance centra. It was his own CIA.
How did he hope to compete with multi billion dollar, state founded behemoths? Just by stealing of course.
A cacophony of sounds entered his ears as he entered the SSC, or rather his mind was invaded by many voices at once. Dozen of winged serpents flew towards him, wanted to be pet and told him eagerly about their discovery's. The creature named couatl, resembling a Chinese dragon with feathered wings, was a lawful good celestial that was created as a guardian and caretaker by the gods long ago. They could understand any language and spoke via telepathy. Also, and most importantly, they could cast the Scrying spell once per day.
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The room was formed around a central tree which continually sorted the written reports handed to him by the couatl and sorted them neatly inside his own trunk. A hive structure encompassed the rest of the room. Every celestial had its own cave with a crystal ball (worth 1000 gp), ink and paper.
Scrying allowed them to spy on a person or place on the same plane of existence as them.
Obviously they were targeting high profile politicians and intelligence agency's. The spell only lasted for 10 minutes and could fail. But with the sheer number of flying snakes milling about, Argentarius did worry more about the fact that he had to much information to filter.
One might ask himself were did all these creatures of myth come from? Well he cheated again of course. Not with Wish, because that was part of the problem. You see after a few weeks he had dozens of constructs just standing around and being only of use as doorstops. But after he got he plants to do that, he snapped and just turned them into snakes. He could create one every day with True Polymorph and it would become a real Couatl, age, mate and everything. Only when hit with a Dispel Magic would they become constructs again. Dispel Magic was quite common in other worlds, but fortunately wizards were normally not mad enough to create dozens of celestial beings with True Polymorph. So Argentarius entire future depended on not ever revealing how this one simple trick could fuck him royally.
If the couatl were bored they would search the web for anything related to magic and if they had been discovered. Getting internet down here was surprisingly easy, Tom knew a few things about IT and had been to able to set up fast and good Wi-Fi, at least in this one room. 300 feet of cable, SIM cards of all providers and a router taped on top a tree had done the trick. A construct changed the extra large battery pack every few days, he needed to buy some solar panels.
These days he kept a very close eye on the snakes, he had no idea if they would develop independence like real couatl would. His constructs were not capable of learning new skills or become more powerful, yet the couatl seemed to thrive, adept and build real social connections with each other and the plants. They were very dangerous in large groups, as capable fighters and healers. Ah yes and also immune to all non magic weapons, which should include nukes. Not that he was inclined to try that one out. If he could make them his loyal servants, nothing in this world could stop him. He would declare them his emissaries, as they could also change shape into humans. Send them to deal with the pesky governments and their vain struggles. Even the temples of Azuth could be run by them.
Level 9 spells were really to overpowered. Just the other day he had red only on a forum about what level 20 wizards did in their spare time. Apparently they hid from level 30 ones.
There is always a bigger fish in the sea. A cold shiver ran down Argentarius spine as he thought of the eldritch horrors waiting out there in the myriad planes of existence and he would soon go on his first real dimensional travel.