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"Ural", roaring the engine, went up the hill and stopped, the tone of the engine changed to a quiet rumbling. Leaving the cockpit, I gave the radio command to leave the armored body. The two-day journey across the continent of Shiron, with stops only for refueling and for natural needs, was coming to an end. We arrived at the place...

Yes, yes, I returned to the kingdom of Belor in the world of Elio, where I was so inhospitably met, having forever taken away my ability to magic, and from where I literally had to flee. I had good reasons to return. I think while the guys and girls, having run away to the close edge of the forest according to their needs, settle down at the car, taking positions around it, it’s worth explaining what happened from the moment we discovered the closed continent, the dead city and met the stalkers off the coast.

Yes, the adventures that we had there could have been enough for ten people, but in principle everything ended well for us. Nevertheless, after a short hesitation, I refused to move to the dead city and take the local palace complex under my arm, and I said this more for the commanders of the stalkers, who listened to me attentively. So, having talked closely with them, having found out everything that was needed, and having copied their maps for a small payment, where various settlements were drawn on this coast of the continent, I let them go, and we returned to the destroyer. Then it was simple: I gave the order to Vasiliev, and we went in search of a small island where the buildings could be preserved, deciding to make it our shelter and deploy our magic school there. In principle, where the school building is located, it doesn’t matter where the teachers or the teacher are, the school is there, but for now we will settle down on one of the islands. During our journey near this continent, we met with five islands, but we did not explore them, we passed by, but now it was necessary to correct this shortcoming and find an island without inhabitants, I do not need natives. We found this one quickly, the third one was liked by everyone, small, but with a surprisingly high peak covered with forest. Its dimensions were seven kilometers by twelve, with the remains of three settlements, including a small town, surrounded on all sides by a fortress wall. This is where we took it.

The next month we cleaned it and settled down. Or rather, not so: the children washed and cleaned the castle, while Mick and Volt and I did small repairs, since I had cement and the necessary tools. The castle was located in the center of the town, previously the local governor or mayor lived in it, now go and find out. He must have lived with his family and friends. There were two dozen fairly large bedrooms, a variety of rooms and offices, and, well, utility rooms, including the kitchen. Downstairs there were pantries and even a small prison. The casemates were still those! I adapted them for magical laboratories, installing the necessary equipment there. Unfortunately, due to the fact that the space bag, which contained several medium and one large magic laboratory, was not available to me, I could only use a small one, and it is not able to satisfy my requests in future plans. Fortunately, among the five dozen stone houses of the town, there was a well-preserved mansion of a local magician, and there, in the basement, I also discovered a well-preserved medium laboratory, and this is already something. Therefore, in addition to lessons with students, mostly with older ones, let the kids first learn how to properly charge their storage devices and meditate, replenishing their sources with mana, and restoring the castle, in the sense of minor repairs, I spent a lot of time in the laboratory, where on sheets of drawing paper I figured out the possibility of returning me magic. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that everything, I can’t return magic. The box, of course, I examined up and down, the jeweler's glasses allowed me to examine the lines of weaving embedded in it. Delicate work, I feel that the archmage has worked here, no less.

There was only one conclusion: this was not a short-term deprivation of magic, but a real misfortune that could not be fixed. This is not the "Prophet" that the Torii saints used against me, it is just baby talk compared to weaving in a box, although previously I considered the "Prophet" to be the pinnacle of magical art. Wrong. Everything is much more serious here.

However, after three weeks of living on the island - I didn’t even have time to come up with a name for it, the students themselves called it Reshina, that is, the House, if translated into Russian - after much thought and theoretical calculations on sheets of paper (in between times I invented another a dozen spells - eight combat, one natural and one domestic) I still found a way out. Local magicians cannot help me in any way because of their complete absence, although I think that there are still survivors, they are just hiding, so I had to rely only on my brains. They didn't let me down, which made me happy.

I'll tell you straight: the aura of this body was irrevocably damaged, I'm telling you this as a professional, a former magician-scientist, but there was only one opportunity left to become a magician again. General method.

For those who do not understand, I will explain. I just need to change my body: leave the shell of a simple boy, the magician Count Arniki Son, and move my soul into a new body, into one that has a gift, and the gift is not weak, but at least of the first level. A rarity, of course, but there was a chance to find such a gifted one.

For the next two weeks, I thought about everything according to this method, and the more I did theoretical calculations and wrote weaving, the more and more I understood what a complicated matter it was. First, I need ingredients for the lab, I didn't have everything. Secondly, helpers are needed, at least two alchemists, and I have been preparing one so far, although very capable, the rest were three militants, a healer, a future healer, and a builder. Thirdly, experimental “volunteers” are needed in order to practice on “cats” before moving their consciousness. And for all this, it was required to return to Shiron and arrange a raid on the temples of saints. Moreover, I was going to release the captives and increase the number of my students by twenty people, I can’t pull it any more. Well, I was going to train on captive paladins, still some gifted ones.

And there were other difficulties in all this. All the possibilities of magic were cut off from my soul, therefore, when I extract the soul from my future body, if, of course, I choose something worthwhile for myself, then I will need to prescribe its magic to my soul. How to do this, the idea was, I even mused it on all sides on sheets of paper, but this is a theory, let's see what practice will show. The plan was simple. Magic is prescribed to the aura of the soul, this is a fact, but I found a way to leave the gift in the body, not to move it along with the soul. It is necessary to briefly untie the magic from the aura and bind it to the body until the procedure for transferring the soul is over, and then quickly bind the gift to my aura devoid of magic. This is how I will regain control of the magic and the dimensional bag.

It will not work to change the consciousness in the souls without removing the last from the bodies. Of course, this happened once, when I moved into the body of this boy and fit into his soul, but due to the fact that I was deprived of magic, I cannot repeat this, and students need to be taught this for five years, no less.

Thanks to virtual life in gaining experience in creating a school of magic in the territories subject to Stalin. That experience, oddly enough, came at the right time, I taught my students according to the methods I developed, passing on all my knowledge that they could accept. That is, all the time that we spent on the island went for the future, it was like a year at the academy for the older students. I even took their exams after passing the first year. Some of them already knew how. For first-year students of the Torii academies, this is very good. They passed the theory of the first course almost completely.

Naturally, I taught not everyone, but those who were over ten years old. There were only seven of them. I now have five of them with me. I left Volt and Bella on the island for the elders, Volt was responsible for security, Bella - for leisure and education of the little ones. Younger girls helped them.

That's how it happened. When we finished building the defense, there were AGSs, “cords” and even cannons on the walls of the castle, the pantries were full of supplies, a diesel generator was working, giving light to the rooms. We did the wiring with Mi-kom. And then the six of us boarded the destroyer and quickly set off back to Shiron. Required to complete next plan: release the prisoners, mostly from magically gifted children, some of them, of course, will rush home, but I will take some, those who have nowhere to go. I also need books on magic, yes, yes, I learned the language of local magicians and studied with interest that book on magic that I bought from a local peasant. It’s a pity that she was alone, although the “Possibilities of the cyclic use of magic in the field of intimate services” was useful to me. The book with such a strange title only described how to solve the problem of potency in men and frigidity in women, and it belonged to medicinal magic. I learned a lot of new things, by the way, and the patterns of weaving were interesting.

In sixteen days at full speed we reached the coast of Chiron, now there was no need to sneak, the way was explored. I put the destroyer in the trunk, there was nothing for him to discharge the drives, cruising off the coast, and, having called the warehouse, drove the Ural. Having plunged into it, we arranged a race against time. There were reasons for this: I took two weeks for everything about everything, besides, autumn was beginning on the continent, it was already getting colder. Here, of course, not Siberia, but like the latitudes of France, but there is considerable slush.

Naturally, everyone is tired. Three boys, including Mick, two girls and I took turns sleeping in a moving car, all managed to turn the heavy steering wheel, but still we reached the kingdom of Belor.

Of course, I told everything a little chaotically, but I actually actually rested only while driving by car, since even on the destroyer I spent most of the time in theoretical developments on my problem. And not in vain, I decided a couple about the relocation of the soul, which especially bothered me. Nothing, there will still be time to refine the idea of moving the soul from body to body and bring it to a shine. Six months or a year, but it will be. I wasn't in much of a hurry.

“Commander, move to eleven,” I heard a girl’s voice in the speaker of the radio station inserted into my left ear. It took me out of my thoughts.

“Acknowledged,” I answered mechanically and, shaking off my thoughtful stupor, raised the binoculars.

Moving to the hood of the car, he looked to the side, where one of the students noticed movement. By the way, on the island they called me Teacher, there I was their teacher, but now, in a combat operation that began with a landing on the coast, I again became their Commander.

“Peasants,” said Mick, lowering the “Val” he held in his hands. The good optics that was on the machine allowed him to see the unknown, but my marine binoculars were better and made it possible to see a little more than Mick saw through the scope.

“Peasants and guards,” I nodded.

- Saints? Mick chuckled evilly.

- Army men.

“Oh, these…” my assistant and deputy waved his hand.

Yes, by the way, it was on Mick that the whole burden of my replacement fell, it was he who, while I was working in the laboratory or in my office, supervised the restoration of the castle and replaced me in almost everything. What, what, and his organizational skills, multiplied by the knowledge of a paratrooper officer, were at a high level. Gain experience, even surpass me.

“These, not these, but we don’t need extra eyes. We were moving too fast, and word of our appearance had not yet reached these places. This is what you need to use ... So, so, lieutenant, - I turned to Mika, who was standing a couple of meters from me, which made him stretch out, faithfully eating me with his eyes, - listen to the order. You take two fighters, covertly advance to the convoy, there seem to be eight carts, and imperceptibly withdraw your tongue. Better officer. You deliver it here. All clear?

“That's right,” he saluted, throwing his hand to the uniform cap. - May I do it?

“Do it,” I nodded.

The fact that we switched to the charter was not surprising. Everyone was trained in the military knowledge of the Dead World, I assigned military ranks to everyone, except for Mick, who received a lieutenant, the rest were sergeants. Moreover, we were on a military operation, and it was easier that way. Tea is not what partisans, all with combat experience. Theoretical, however, but we will have time to collect and real.

Taking the other two boys, leaving the sniper girls under my command - they were both sitting on the kung, controlling the surroundings - Mick rushed into the bushes, and the guys quickly disappeared from view. After looking around, I went to the cab and sat on the footboard, taking out a bar of chocolate. Our car was on a hill, down on the left side on the slope there was a bush, it was there that the guys hid, on the right the forest rustled with foliage, it went further and walked next to the road, which, going down the hill, ran away to the crossroads of the field road. It was there that the girls examined the convoy, informing me about it.

The convoy was moving along a parallel road and did not turn in our direction, so the guys had to overcome about one and a half kilometers to get to it and somehow steal the tongue, and without raising the alarm. I didn't want to announce myself. Until a suitable body is found. After all, not everyone will suit me either, it’s better that no one knows that I’ve returned. But I was pressed for time. No, it's not about my haste, I was afraid for the kids on the island. There were no adults there, Volt and Bella, of course, the most responsible of my students, but still they were children too. In short, I wanted to get back as soon as possible. Of course, it’s not worth guessing, who knows how fate will turn, but we’ll see. The main thing is that I took the first step towards the rank of archmage with the subsequent transition to the grand master, recruited students. The fact that there is not a drop of magic in me now, except for those amulets that are hung on the form, worried me a little. The solution was found, it remains to decide how to turn everything around. There was only one problem - the magic ingredients. I had them, but in an inaccessible space bag. Problem, right? To get the magic back, I need potions, and they are in a spatial bag, which I cannot open without the same magic. The saddest thing is that I simply have nowhere to get parts of the necessary ingredients, well, the necessary varieties of herbs and trees do not grow in this world. However, not everything is so bad, I had one thought how to fix it all. The chance is one in a thousand, but I really hoped for it.

Having refreshed myself with high-calorie chocolate - judging by the rustling upstairs, the girls also had a snack - I went to the board, which had five canisters (the boys were just refueling the car when they were called away with a new task), and, picking up one, began to fill the tank. I had already filled the tank to the top when one of the girls, the eldest in the pair, One, reported that a rider was approaching us from behind. Looks like a courier.

"Knock him off his horse, but don't kill him, I need a tongue," I told her, placing the last empty canister in the holder on board.

“Okay,” she nodded, and from a sitting position fired a shot from her “Vintorez”.

In the distance there was a scream and a horse neighing.

- The distance is three hundred and twenty-five meters, the wounded animal lies motionless on the road, the horse ran away, - our full-time senior sniper said.

“Acknowledged,” I nodded.

Adjusting the belt of the machine gun on my shoulder, I hurried to the wounded man, preparing the amulet with "Little Healing" as I went. Odin shot in the shoulder, so I think the wound is serious.

And so it turned out, pain shock and severe blood loss - that's what the courier soldier had, who was lying on a dusty road. He followed us - the print of the Ural protectors was clearly visible on the road. Previously, we tried to hide it by tying trees, but there was too much dust, and this did not help much. Moreover, we were moving quickly, fifty - eighty kilometers per hour.

Using the amulet three times, I stopped the blood, removing the pain shock, and bent over the wounded. Patting him on the cheeks, bringing him to consciousness, he asked:

Who are you and where are you going?

To my surprise, despite the situation, the courier turned out to be a tough nut to crack and categorically refused to answer. It was a soldier in the form of an army soldier of the kingdom of Belor, which was pleasing, which means that we reached the right lands, but the courier himself, apparently, had combat experience. He was twenty-five years old, but he already had an old saber blow on his cheek and the confidence of an experienced soldier. Such a view happens precisely among veterans who have been in the section.

I had to use an amulet to interrogate prisoners and prisoners from the arsenal of the ancient magicians of the world of Torii. So in ten minutes I knew everything I needed. I felt sorry for the guy, he really was a veteran. And I used a memory erasure spell, so that this day will just fly out of his head. I didn't want to kill him. good people were a rarity, and the guy was just that. His moral principles appealed to me, and taking his life would be a stupid decision. The gene pool of the local world was already on the decline, and here to destroy a few the right people- it is not right. So, after erasing my memory and putting the guy to sleep, I headed back to the car. All that is needed, I learned, it remains to wait for the guys, and you can advance to the distant abbey. There were temples nearby, but they worried me a little, since it was to the abbey that the children of the damned were taken, preparing them for ritual burning. I even knew the date: in a week for some holiday.

I didn’t worry about the courier, his wound, of course, is serious, but I stopped the blood, removed the shock, in an hour he will come to his senses, I think he will be able to climb the horse, he did not leave the owner, although he scared me, and will move on .

Climbing up the hill to the car, I again, for the third time, tried to contact Mick - this time the channel was stable - and told him to turn off the operation, the necessary information had already been received. He said that he would be waiting for us at the crossroads. Having driven the girls off the kung - they returned to the armored body of the Pokémon - I started the cooling diesel and, rolling down the hill, immediately turned on the third speed, rolling, winding along the field road, until I found a trio of fighters in the distance at the crossroads. All were in spotted uniforms, in armor, unloading and with machine guns. Only there were no “spheres” on the head, they were too heavy for them. And how else, Mick turned fifteen the other day, the rest are twelve years old.

Picking up the guys - Mick got into the cab - I turned right, in the direction from which the convoy was moving, and, listening to the lieutenant's report, - they almost dragged the officer who had gone out of need when I gave up - clarified the situation. He listened to the message about the courier, nodded contentedly and returned to observing the road: mine was left-hand side and the road, his right and also the road. So we drove.

It was already evening time, it was about three hours before dark when we climbed that hill - the whole epic with an attempt to capture a security officer and interrogate a courier took too much time from us, so when we managed to drive seventeen kilometers, it began to get dark.

“There are five kilometers to the abbey,” I said, turning off the road to the side of the road and turning off the engine. It was already completely dark, although one of the moons was in the sky, but there was very little light from it. - Now we are expanding the warehouse, taking infantry fighting vehicles and armored personnel carriers. We advance to the nearest approaches, disguise ourselves there, I will install the noise reduction amulet on the cars so that they do not betray us with the roar of engines, sleep off and start reconnaissance from tomorrow morning. I will go to the abbey. Only I don't have magic, so they won't detect it. We will keep in touch by radio. You, - I pointed at the guy, - in the camp for the elder.

"Understood," Mick nodded.

The instruments on the panel glowed dimly, so that I could see the lieutenant's face, he listened to me very carefully and seriously. The plan was not bad, but we had to hurry, it is unlikely that we will have more than one or two days. You can’t disguise the pit from under the warehouse, I don’t have such an amulet, so we arm ourselves with solid weapons and advance to the abbey.

It was dark, however, starting the engine, I directed the car further into the field - according to the courier, I roughly knew the local area. By the way, Mick carefully listened to the recording of his interrogation on the recorder. Yes, yes, I did not speak his language, and I had to teach the prisoner Russian. It turns out that the territories surrounding us look like this: a forest, in the center of it is an abbey, and this is a whole complex of temples and various buildings, next to two villages, from which food was supplied to the saints. They have several inns for pilgrims. Close to the lake, which supplied the saints and villagers with water. Around the forest - endless fields, four villages and several roads flowing into the forest. There is a city by the river, but it is no longer on the lands of the abbey.

We drove along one of the roads until we turned into an open field with harvested crops. It looked like it had recently rained, and the car was moving with some difficulty, picking up wet earth on the wheels.

I did not drive far from the road, we will carry out the operation either tomorrow evening or the day after tomorrow, so I think our appearance will not be immediately detected. Moreover, the holidays are coming soon, and the local population was preparing for them - on the road, besides that convoy and a pair of horses, we never met anyone. By the way, the horsemen will not tell anyone anything, the snipers have done their work. We didn't need witnesses.

Without stopping the car, I left the cab, the others also went down to a loose field, where the stalks of cut wheat were visible. Having opened the warehouse, I waited for the guys to drive out the armored vehicles, and drove the Ural inside. The car was inspected, the tank and canisters were filled. After that, the warehouse was collapsed, and we climbed onto the armor. I took the place of commander in the BTEer tower, and Mick took the place of commander in the Bempeshka. The guys sat in the place of the mechanic drivers, the girls - gunners. So they rolled straight across the field towards the forest. The BMP went ahead, snarling the engine, my car followed. I thought about taking a tank, but its power, in my opinion, was excessive.

Having reached the edge of the forest, without stopping, we began to go deeper into the forest. The fact that we were not moving along the road worried us a little, the BMP demolished small trees on the move, crushing under itself or, on the contrary, filling up on itself, went around large ones. But be that as it may, by midnight we walked about two kilometers and stood in a tiny clearing, where a small stream sparkled in the rays of the local moon. While Mick set up camp and set up posts, I ran to the abbey and, using the Eye amulet, looked around, figuring out how I would act tomorrow.

The abbey and one of the villages were located on one side of the lake, the second village on the other, so that there were really two villages, each with a hundred to one hundred and fifty inhabitants. The villages were ordinary, wooden log cabins, because of the lack of space, small vegetable gardens, and, well, farming. Both belonged to saints. Four inns to them.

Now about the abbey itself. All the surrounding lands and villages belonged to him, so the saints here were full owners. Everything I saw suggested that. True, now it was deep night and everyone was sleeping, but everything was visible to my experienced eye. The abbey, to my surprise, was large sizes and, importantly, stone. It was clear that it was built by magicians, otherwise where are there so many stones, there are no quarries nearby, and why the walls do not have masonry, but look monolithic. I would even suggest that the abbey was once the summer residence of one of the dead magicians of this world. The large building was clearly a palace, now it is the main temple. Alterations were noticeable, but the basis is old. The rest of the buildings were formerly outbuildings and outbuildings. Holy monks lived in the wing, and it looks like they had cells in the temple. But the fence around this complex of buildings remained from the previous owners. It was long, enveloping the entire district of buildings, iron, artistically forged, on a stone foundation. Even in appearance, it was very strong, which is probably why the monks did not tear it down and remake it. Sharp stakes at the top made it impossible to climb through it. There was an orchard on the territory of the old estate, and it was clear that the monks cherished and cherished it, it was very ennobled.

On the side of the fence, at one of the entrance gates, one village nestled, about the second I spoke, it was on the other side of the lake.

I figured out how to get to the territory of the abbey, but I did not know where the captive children were kept. I couldn't start a scan because the temple had a signal amulet that would immediately detect my scan and raise an alarm, which I don't need. If it weren’t for the loss of magic, I would have adjusted the “Eye” amulet, and it, unnoticed, would have scanned all the territories for me, but I didn’t have magic, it was sad. So, having studied the area for half an hour, I did not find anything special. Although no ... there was still something interesting.

– What is this? I muttered under my breath.

I used the “Eye” in recording mode so that my student fighters, who were preparing the camp three hundred meters behind me, could also study the zone of future hostilities. So the spell, so that it would not be detected, hung at three thousand meters and in the direct observation and recording mode showed me everything that happened on the territory of the abbey, and, of course, the night view mode was activated, so the recording was of high quality.

I immediately noticed a pillar dug into the ground not far from the residential outbuilding, but only now I discovered that it was by no means empty. A prisoner was tied to him - a boy of about fifteen. Enlarging the image, I cleaned it and, frowningly examining the unconscious boy, stated that he had been tied to a pole for two days already. There was a full bucket of water two meters away from him. He was clearly not allowed to drink, torturing him with the sight of water. Saints act badly, very badly. I didn’t intend to take prisoners anyway, but here I only confirmed my decision.

Leaving the "Eye" hanging over the lake, so it covered all the buildings, including the houses of both villages, I headed towards the camp. So far, not a single dog knew about our appearance, since we moved under the cover of the “Hidden” and “Silence” amulets.

- Put off the retreat! Line up! I ordered, and as soon as the students lined up in one line, I continued: “Listen to the combat order. To the edge of three hundred meters, the same amount to the outskirts of the village. You need to go around the village unnoticed, enter the territory of the abbey and steal the prisoner, whom the saints tied to a post. He's unconscious, so he'll have to be carried around, "Medium Heal" won't help. You need to steal him so that the saints think that he himself escaped, no trace. Have questions?

- When to advance and what kind of protection is there? Mick asked.

“I made a recording with the Eye, so once you study it and coordinate the actions of each fighter, then move out. There are guards, two sentries at the gate, both from the holy army, which means there is a combat unit there. Three dogs also run around the territory, but they do not touch the prisoner.

"Sure," Mike nodded.

Having received the record, he stepped aside and, taking out the most ordinary earthly tablet, naturally, from the Dead World, threw the record onto it and began to look through it with his guys, wondering how they would act. I myself decided not to participate in the operation, let them learn to work and fight without supervision from above. Mick definitely needs this, he matured very quickly. Moreover, the operation was not difficult.

It was easy to explain about the tablet and transferring the recording from the magic crystal, I was able to make a magic adapter that converts the signal to an understandable tablet microcircuit.

I didn’t even insure them, climbed into the troop compartment of an armored personnel carrier and fell asleep peacefully. Why should I worry? Everyone has the knowledge and experience of the officers of the Dead World, so you just need to put this knowledge into practice. The guys and girls made some noise on the armor for a short time, removing some boxes and weapons, and then everything calmed down, which is why I finally fell into a dream.

They woke me up before dawn, banging the butt of an armored personnel carrier. Mick waited until I crawled out, yawning sleepily, and began to report on the brilliantly performed operation. I must say, really brilliantly conducted. The battle group under the command of Mick advanced to the abbey, bypassing the village. The dogs did not smell them, as the guys splashed themselves with a special liquid that was used by the special forces of the Dead World. We got to the fence, where the snipers, using a special rifle - unfortunately, it was available in a single copy - put the dogs of the abbey to sleep for two hours. Then the boys, under the cover of the girls, crossed over to the other side of the foldable aluminum ladder and ran to the post, the guards at the gate did not interfere with them. Special boot covers on the legs did not leave marks, otherwise the ribbed marks from the soles of the berets could make the saints suspicious in the morning, yet rumors about me spread throughout the continent, and the saints took action.

The guys got to the pole and began to untie the ropes, you can’t cut it, this is too noticeable a trace. With the help of an amulet, they cast two “Average Healing” spells on the boy, which is why he even ran to the fence himself, and wiped his tracks behind him. Then they helped the quickly losing strength captive to get over the fence; the fact that he blew out half a bucket of water did not help him, after which Mick threw the prisoner on his shoulder and ran to our camp, the rest turned the ladder and followed him. The whole thing took just over two hours.

“Well done,” I praised my students, although I myself believed that the operation was trifling, and what we will do in a few hours will require much more strength. - Rest everyone, I'll take care of the rescued myself.

While the students settled into their sleeping bags, I approached the prisoner. He was half-sitting at the rear wheel of an armored personnel carrier. Putting the crystal of the amulet to my eye, I determined that in front of me was an initiated, but not trained gifted. He was reeking of mana too much. He didn't seem to have heard of the baby net.

Mick didn't go to bed with the others, although he was visibly tired. Before the operation, he uses a medical amulet, and he will remove sleep and fatigue as if by hand.

- Who it? I asked the released guy.

Mick translated my question.

- Elios di Geron, Viscount di Giron, son of the Marquis di Giron, governor of the southern province of Giron.

The boy continued to sit relaxed by the wheel, occasionally sipping from a flask or biting off a bar of chocolate. "Medium Healing" healed him so he could eat and drink as much as he wanted without medical restrictions.

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After leading his apprentice Throl through death and resurrection with the help of a magical rite, the mage and battlemaster Sultunur awakens in him the spirit of the legendary demon hunter Lothar Yellowhead. To have such a warrior in its ranks is the only chance for the White Order to resist the sorcerers of the Empire, which is capturing more and more new lands. However, the Imperials manage to strike first. Protecting Troll, the teacher dies, and the boy is left alone with powerful enemies.

Nothing But Magic Evgeny Garkushev

Yes, everything in the world obeys the Word and there is nothing but magic, although in the so-called Darkened Worlds they do not know about it. Among these worlds is Earth. Some Dark forces, forces of universal Evil, using ignorance, vices and passions of people, are planning to capture the planet. The Forces of Light, of course, cannot allow this. This is how the meeting of the journalist Natasha, who is running away from the bandits, with Master Ulfius, who arrived on Earth to counteract the Dark Forces, takes place. Sergei Lunin, Natasha's friend, joins them. It turns out that not everything obeys ...

Let's do without magic! Evgeny Garkushev

Returning after a long absence to Earth, Sergei Lunin discovers dramatic changes. Physical laws do not apply here, power plants, nuclear reactors, computers and much, much more are out of order. The earth has become a dull place, and most importantly, magic has ceased to work here! The only connecting thread between the Earth and the Big World is the Gate, from which hordes of invaders sometimes come out... Thanks to his training in distant worlds, Sergey fights better than any warrior that can be found on Earth after the Cataclysm. He has superhuman...

Magician in law Henry Oldie

This novel by H. L. Oldie, written at the intersection of alternative history, fantasy and utopia-dystopia, is first and foremost a parable. A parable about the Great Power and Little People, about how the blind lead the blind, and about the fact that there is nothing new - neither under the sun nor under the moon. But magicians and the Russian Empire at the beginning of the century? Gendarmes, whose official "profile" is ethereal influences?! Convict sorcerers?! However, Oldie, as always, does not look for easy ways - but deliberately complicates their task in order to gradually get out of the labyrinth of intricacies generated by their unstoppable ...

Mage Slayer Dmitry Kazakov

Dmitry Kazakov Slayer of Mages Announcement: Harald the Younger, the son of a great sorcerer, sets off on a long journey to find out the fate of his father, who disappeared many years ago. Harald's ability to resist the action of any magic helps him become famous as an invincible warrior, a fighter against witchcraft, a Mage Slayer ... But who gave him this ability and what will he have to pay for it?

I am a mage! Dmitry Kazakov

The hero of the novel is far from saving the world from the invasion of the World Evil or the Great Darkness. He saves only himself, and in order to save a person in himself, he is forced to give up almost everything that he considered truly his. younger child in the family, he saw in front of him one road, the usual life path of a well-born - wars, feasts, hunting, quarrels with neighbors. But carried away by the thirst for knowledge, the young man fled from his native castle, deciding to devote himself to the study of magic. Contrary to expectations, all the magicians that the young man could get to refused to have…

Piers Anthony

Continuation of Bink's adventures. This time Bink is not at home. The wife is clearly not in the mood and Bink decides to urgently look for the source of magic. The king does not object and gives Bink a good soldier, a centaur and a golem as an interpreter to help Bink. This company goes for help to the wizard Humphrey, and he, unexpectedly for travelers, goes with them in search of a source of magic. But at the same time, he warns Bink that the very fact of finding the source of magic can lead to the destruction of Xant. As always Bink is lucky...

Gypsy Magic Barbara Cartland

The mysterious beauty of the gypsy Letizia should keep the ardent young king Zvotana from seducing the girl destined for his brother. But what began as a game for Letizia became irreversibly serious. Where the moonlight flooded the mountains and castles with silver, her passion for a man flared up, marriage with whom - she understood - was impossible ... But are there any obstacles in the world that can stop the gypsy magic that comes from the very depths of the heart - the magic of love ?. .

Modern Magic Louis Hoffmann

In 1877 Professor Hoffman's famous book "Modern Magic" was translated in Russia. The increased interest in maps prompted ARKON to publish the first five chapters in 1990. The name of one of the tricks is displayed in the title. The editors tried to improve the old translation and changed something. However, the words “magik” (magician), “magic wand” (magic wand), “indifferent card” (any card) and many other gems that make reading interesting and informative remain. Despite the blunders, this is perhaps the closest translation to the original.…

Mage in law. Volume 1 Henry Oldie

Mage in law. Volume 2 Henry Oldie

This novel by H. L. Oldie, written at the intersection of alternative history, fantasy and utopia-dystopia, is first and foremost a parable. A parable about the Great Power and Little People, about how the blind lead the blind, and about the fact that there is nothing new - neither under the sun nor under the moon. But magicians and the Russian Empire at the beginning of the century? Gendarmes, whose official “profile” is ethereal influences?! Convict sorcerers?! However, Oldie, as always, does not look for easy ways - but deliberately complicates their task in order to gradually get out of the labyrinth of intricacies generated by their unstoppable ...

History of Magic Eliphas Levi

Eliphas Levi's book describes all the stages in the development of magic since its inception. The reader reveals the secrets of symbols and signs, the features of the interaction of magic and Christianity, the truth and fiction of legends about magicians and miracle workers, authentic rituals and practices, the most important principles of magical actions, and many other aspects of fatal science. Captivating storytelling mysterious world, on the verge of which each of us is, sometimes without even knowing it.

The doctrine and ritual of higher magic. Volume 1 Eliphas Levi

What was the magic? What was the power of all these persecuted and so proud people? Why, if they were mad and weak, were they honored by being so much feared of them? Is there magic, is there such a secret science that would really be a force and produce miracles that could compete with the miracles of legalized religions?

Binding Magic Olga Baumgertner

The protagonist, Tersel, goes into exile, which should last four years. During his absence, the unification of dark and light sorcerers takes place, and the first monastery is restored. Tercel learns about all this by keeping in touch with Retch. The hero himself decides to devote all this time to the study of the worlds. However, once in another world called the Borderland, he meets the magicians-guards who left the first monastery long before the split. The head of the guards once again turns the hero's ideas about their common history and mentions that ...