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The Ural, its engine roaring, climbed the hill and stopped, the tonality of the engine changing to a quiet rumbling. Having left the cabin, I used the radio to give the command to leave the armored body. The two-day journey across the continent of Chiron, with stops only for refueling and 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 greeted so inhospitably, my abilities for magic were forever taken away, and from where I had to literally flee. I had good reasons to return. I think, while the boys and girls, having run for their needs to the nearby edge of the forest, settle down by the car, taking up positions around it, it’s worth explaining what happened from the moment we discovered a closed continent, a dead city and met 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. Still, after a short thought, I refused to move to the dead city and take the local palace complex under my hand, and I said this more for the sake of the stalker commanders, who listened to me attentively. So, having closely communicated with them, found out everything that was needed, and copied their maps for a small payment, where various settlements were marked 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 buildings could be preserved, deciding to make it our shelter and open our magic school there. In principle, where the school building is located, it does not matter where the teachers or the teacher are, there is a school, but for now we will settle down on one of the islands. During our journey near this continent we came across about five islands, but we did not explore them, we passed them by, now we needed to correct this shortcoming and find an island without inhabitants, I have no use for the aborigines. We found this one quickly; everyone liked the third one, 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 what we occupied.

We spent the next month cleaning it and settling in. Or rather, not like that: the children washed and cleaned the castle while Mick, Volt and I carried out minor repair work, 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 find out. He probably lived with his family and close associates. There were two dozen fairly large bedrooms, various rooms and offices, and utility rooms, including a kitchen. Below there were storerooms and even a small prison. The casemates were still the same! I adapted them for magic laboratories, installing the necessary equipment there. Unfortunately, due to the fact that I did not have access to the spatial bag, which contained several medium and one large magic laboratory, I could only use the small one, and it was not able to satisfy my needs for future plans. Fortunately, among the five dozen stone houses of the town there was a perfectly preserved mansion of a local magician, and there, in the basement, I also discovered a perfectly preserved middle laboratory, and that’s already something. Therefore, in addition to lessons with students, mainly with older ones, let the kids first learn to charge storage devices normally and meditate, replenishing their sources of mana, and restoring the castle, in the sense of minor repairs, I spent a lot of time in the laboratory, where on sheets of whatman paper I figured out the possibility of returning it to me magic. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I couldn’t get my magic back. Naturally, I examined the box up and down; the jeweler’s glasses allowed me to examine the weaving lines embedded in it. Delicate work, I feel that the archmage worked here, no less.

There was only one conclusion: this is not a short-term deprivation of magic, but a real problem that cannot be corrected. This is not the “Prophet” that the saints from Torii used against me; compared to the weaving in the box, it is just baby talk, although previously I considered the “Prophet” to be the pinnacle of magical art. I was 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, House, if translated into Russian - after much thought and theoretical calculations on sheets of paper (in the meantime, I invented another a dozen spells - eight combat, one natural and one household) I still found a way out. Local magicians cannot help me in any way due to their complete absence, although I think that there are still survivors, they are just hiding, so I had to rely only on my brains. And 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's 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 Arnie ki Son, and move my soul into a new body, into one that has a gift, and not a weak gift, but at least the first level. A rarity, of course, but there was a chance to find such a gifted person.

For the next two weeks I thought about everything using this method, and the more I did theoretical calculations and wrote weaves, the more and more I realized what a complex matter it is. Firstly, I need ingredients for the laboratory, I didn’t have everything. Secondly, we need assistants, two alchemists at a minimum, and so far I was training one, albeit a very capable one, the rest were three fighters, a doctor, a future healer, and a builder. Thirdly, experimental “volunteers” are needed to practice on “cats” before transferring their consciousness. And for all this it was necessary to return to Shiron and organize a raid on the temples of the saints. Moreover, I was going to free the prisoners and increase the number of my students by twenty people, I couldn’t handle it anymore. Well, I was going to train on captured paladins, who were, after all, gifted in any way.

And there were other difficulties in all this. All the possibilities of magic were cut off for me and my soul, so 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, I had an idea, I even discussed it from all sides on sheets of paper, but this is a theory, let's see what practice shows. The plan was simple. Magic is prescribed to the aura of the soul, this is a fact, and I found a way to leave the gift in the body, without moving it along with the soul. I need to briefly untie the magic from the aura and tie it to the body until the soul transfer procedure is completed, and then quickly tie the gift to my aura devoid of magic. This is how I will regain control of magic and the spatial bag.

It will not be possible to change consciousness in souls without removing them from 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 the experience of creating a school of magic in the territories controlled by Stalin. That experience, oddly enough, came at the right time; I taught my students using the methods I had developed, passing on all my knowledge that they could accept. That is, all the time we spent on the island was put to good use; for the older students it was like a year at the academy. I even took exams from them after passing the first year. They already knew something. For freshmen at Torii academies, this is very good. They completed 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. Five of them were with me now. I left Volt and Bella on the island as the elders, Volt was responsible for security, Bella was in charge of the children’s leisure and education. They were helped by younger girls.

That's how it all happened. When we finished building the defenses, there were AGSs, “cords” and even cannons on the walls of the castle, the storerooms were full of supplies, a diesel generator was working, providing light to the rooms. Mi-k and I did the wiring. And then the six of us boarded the destroyer and quickly set off back to Chiron. It was necessary to carry out the following plan: to free the prisoners, mainly magically gifted children, some of them, of course, will rush home, but I will take some of them, those who have nowhere to go. I also need books on magic, yes, yes, I learned the language of the local magicians and studied with interest the book on magic that I bought from a local peasant. It’s a pity that she was alone, although “Possibilities of the cyclical use of magic in the field of intimate services” was useful to me. The book with such a strange name simply described how to solve the problem of potency in men and frigidity in women, and it related to medicinal magic. I learned a lot of new things, by the way, and the weaving patterns were interesting.

In sixteen days, at full speed, we reached the coast of Chiron; now there was no need to sneak, the path was well known. I put the destroyer in storage, there was no point in discharging its storage tanks while cruising off the coast, and, calling the warehouse, I drove out the Ural. Having immersed ourselves in it, we started a race against time. There were reasons for this: I took two weeks to do everything, and besides, autumn was beginning on the continent, it was already getting colder. This, of course, is not Siberia, but rather the latitudes of France, but there is a lot of slush.

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

Of course, I told everything somewhat chaotically, but in fact I actually rested only while driving the car, since even on the destroyer I spent most of the time in theoretical developments on my problem. And it was not in vain that the couple decided to transmigrate the souls that particularly worried me. Never mind, there will still be time to improve the idea of moving the soul from body to body and bring it to shine. Six months or a year, but it will happen. I wasn't in much of a hurry.

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

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

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

“Peasants,” said Mick, lowering the “Shaft” he was holding in his hands. The good optics that were on the machine allowed him to see the unknown, but my naval 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 grinned evilly.

- Army men.

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

Yes, by the way, it was Mick who bore the brunt of my replacement; 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, coupled with the knowledge of a paratrooper officer, were at a high level. If he gains experience, he will surpass me.

– These, not these, but we don’t need extra eyes. We moved too quickly, and word of our arrival had not yet reached these places. This is what you need to use... So, then, lieutenant,” I turned to Mick, who was standing a couple of meters from me, causing him to stretch out, devotedly devouring me with his eyes, “listen to the order.” You take two fighters, secretly advance to the convoy, there seem to be eight carts there, and quietly remove the tongue. Better than an officer. You deliver it here. All clear?

“That’s right,” he saluted, throwing his hand towards his uniform cap. - Do you allow me to do it?

“Do it,” I nodded.

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

Taking the other two boys, leaving the girl snipers under my command - they were both sitting on the kung, monitoring the surroundings - Mick rushed into the bushes, and the guys quickly disappeared from sight. After looking around, I walked up to the cabin and sat down on the step, taking out a bar of chocolate. Our car stood on a hill, there were bushes on the slope below on the left side, that’s where the guys hid, a leafy forest rustled on the right, he went further and walked next to the road, which, having gone down the hill, ran away to the intersection of a field road. It was there that the girls looked at the convoy and informed me about it.

The convoy was moving along a parallel road and did not turn in our direction, so the guys had to cover about one and a half kilometers to get to it and somehow steal the tongue, and without raising an 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 finds out that I’m back. But I was pressed for time. No, this is not a matter of my haste, I was afraid for the kids on the island. There were no adults there, Volt and Bella, of course, were the most responsible of my students, but they were still children too. In a word, I wanted to return quickly. Of course, there’s no point in guessing, who knows how fate will turn out, but we’ll see. The main thing is that I took the first step towards the rank of archmage with the subsequent transition to grand master, and recruited students. The fact that I now don’t have a drop of magic in me, except for those amulets that are hung on my uniform, didn’t bother me much. A solution was found, all that remained was to decide how to turn it all around. There was only one problem - the magical ingredients. I had them, but in an inaccessible spatial bag. Problem, right? To return the magic, 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 some 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 on 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 up to the side, which had five cans (the boys were just refueling the car when they were called back on 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, Alone, reported that a rider was approaching us from behind. Looks like a courier.

“Knock him off the horse, but don’t kill him, I need the tongue,” I told her, putting the last empty canister in the holder on board.

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

A scream and a horse neigh was heard in the distance.

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

“Accepted,” I nodded.

Adjusting the belt of the machine gun on my shoulder, I hurried to the wounded man, preparing the amulet with “Small Healing” as I went. One was shot in the shoulder, so I think the wound is serious.

And so it turned out, painful shock and severe blood loss - that’s what the courier soldier had, who was lying on the dusty road. He followed us - the imprint of the Ural's treads was clearly visible on the road. Previously, we tried to hide it by tying up trees, but there was too much dust, and it didn’t really help. Moreover, we were moving quickly, fifty to eighty kilometers per hour.

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

-Who is he 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 uniform of the army of the kingdom of Belor, which was pleasing; it meant that we had reached the desired lands, but the courier himself, apparently, had combat experience. He was about twenty-five years old, but he already had an old saber blow on his cheek and the confidence of an experienced soldier. This is the look that happens to veterans who have been in the battle.

I had to use the amulet to interrogate prisoners and prisoners from the arsenal of the ancient magicians of the world of Torii. So within ten minutes I knew everything I needed. I felt sorry for the guy, he really was a veteran. And I used a memory erasing spell, so these days will simply fly out of his head. I didn’t want to kill him: good people were rare, and this guy was just like that. I liked his moral principles, and taking his life would be a stupid decision. The gene pool of the local world was already in decline, and here it is wrong to destroy the few right people. So, having erased the memory and put the guy to sleep, I headed back to the car. I’ve learned everything I need, all I have to do is wait for the guys, and we can move on to the distant abbey. There were temples nearby, but they worried me 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 was, of course, serious, but I stopped the bleeding, removed the shock, in an hour he will come to his senses, I think he will be able to climb on 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 wind down the operation, the necessary information had already been received. He said that he would be waiting for us at the intersection. Having driven the girls from the kung - they returned to the armored body of the Pokemon - I started the cooling diesel engine and, rolling down the hill, immediately put it into third gear, rolling, winding along the field road until I found three fighters in the distance at an intersection. Everyone was in spotted uniform, wearing armored armor, unloading gear and with machine guns. Only there were no “spheres” on the head; they were too heavy for them. And how could it be otherwise, Mick turned fifteen the other day, the rest are twelve years old.

Having picked up the guys - Mick sat in the cabin - I turned right, in the direction from which the convoy was moving, and, listening to the lieutenant's report - they almost dragged away the officer who had gone out to relieve himself when I called off - I clarified the situation. He listened to the message about the courier, nodded contentedly and returned to watching the road: mine was the left side and the road, his was the right and also the road. So we drove on.

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

“There are five kilometers left 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 stood in the sky, there was very little light from it. – Now we are opening the warehouse, taking infantry fighting vehicles and armored personnel carriers. We move to the nearest approaches, disguise ourselves there, I will install a noise reduction amulet on the cars so that they don’t give us away with the roar of their engines, we get some sleep and start reconnaissance tomorrow morning. I'll go to the abbey. I’m the only one who doesn’t have magic, so they won’t detect it. We will keep in touch via radio station. “You,” I pointed my finger at the guy, “are in the camp for the elder.”

“Got it,” Mick nodded.

The instruments on the panel glowed dimly, so 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, we are unlikely to have more than one or two days. It’s impossible to disguise the pit from under the warehouse, I don’t have such an amulet, so we arm ourselves with solid weapons and move towards the abbey.

It was dark, however, having started the engine, I drove the car further into the field - from the words of the courier, I roughly knew the local surroundings. Mick, by the way, 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 areas 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, nearby are two villages from which food was supplied to the saints. They each have several inns for pilgrims. Nearby is a lake that supplied the saints and villagers with water. Around the forest there are endless fields, four villages and several roads that flow 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 the harvested crops. It looked like it had rained recently, and the car was moving with some difficulty, collecting wet earth on the wheels.

I didn’t go far from the road; we will carry out the operation either tomorrow evening or the day after tomorrow in the morning, so I think our appearance will not be immediately discovered. Moreover, the holidays were coming soon, and the local population was preparing for them - on the road, except for that convoy and a couple of horsemen, we met no one. By the way, the horsemen won’t tell anyone anything, the snipers have done their work. We didn't need witnesses.

Without turning off the car, I left the cabin, the others also went down to a loose field where stalks of mown wheat were visible. Having opened the warehouse, I waited until the guys drove out the armored vehicles, and drove the Ural inside. The car was inspected, the tank and cans were filled. After this, the warehouse was collapsed, and we climbed onto the armor. I took the place of commander in the armored personnel carrier's turret, and Mick took the place of commander in the armored personnel carrier. The guys sat in the driver's seat, the girls as gunners. So we drove straight across the field towards the forest. The BMP walked ahead, growling its engine, and my car followed. I was thinking about taking a tank, but its power, in my opinion, was excessive.

Having reached the edge, without stopping, we began to go deeper into the forest. The fact that we were not moving along the road worried us little; the BMP demolished small trees on the move, crushing them under itself or, conversely, throwing them over itself, and 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 was organizing the camp and setting up posts, I ran to the abbey and, using the Eye amulet, looked around, wondering what I would do 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 population of one hundred to one hundred and fifty. The villages were ordinary, wooden log houses, due to lack of space, small vegetable gardens, and farming. Both belonged to saints. Four inns named after them.

Now about the abbey itself. All the surrounding lands and villages belonged to him, so the holy men were the rightful masters here. Everything I saw hinted at this. True, it was now deep night and everyone was sleeping, but my experienced eye could see everything. The abbey, to my surprise, was large and, importantly, made of 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 formerly a palace, but is now the main temple. The alterations were noticeable, but the foundation was old. The remaining buildings were previously outbuildings and outbuildings. Holy monks lived in the outbuilding, and it seemed they had cells in the temple. But the fence around this complex of buildings remains from the previous owners. It was long, going around the entire area 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 remodel it. The sharp stakes at the top made it impossible to crawl through it. On the territory of the old estate there was an orchard, and it was clear that the monks cared for it and cherished it, it was very ennobled.

There was one village nestled on the side of the fence at one of the entrance gates; I was talking about the second one, it was located on the other side of the lake.

I figured out how to get to the territory of the abbey, but I didn’t know where the captive children were kept. I couldn’t start a scan because there was a signal amulet on the temple that would immediately detect my scan and raise the alarm, but I didn’t need that. If it weren’t for the loss of magic, I would have configured the “Eye” amulet, and it, unnoticed, would have scanned all the territories for me, but I didn’t have magic, it was sad. So, after exploring the area for half an hour, I didn’t 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 a camp three hundred meters behind me, could also study the zone of future combat operations. So the spell, so as not to be detected, hung at three thousand meters and, in direct observation and recording mode, showed me everything that was happening on the territory of the abbey, and, naturally, 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. Having enlarged the image, I cleaned it and, gloomily examining the unconscious boy, stated that he had been tied to the post for two days already. Two meters away from him stood a full bucket of water. They obviously did not give him anything to drink, torturing him with the sight of water. The saints act badly, very badly. I wasn’t going to take prisoners anyway, but now I just 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. Not a single dog knew about our appearance yet, since we were moving under the cover of the “Hidden” and “Silence” amulets.

- Call off the call! Form up! - I ordered and, as soon as the students lined up in one line, I continued: - Listen to the combat order. Three hundred meters to the edge of the village, 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 pole. He's unconscious, so he'll have to be carried; Medium Healing won't help. You need to steal him in such a way that the saints will think that he himself ran away, there will be no traces. Have questions?

– When to move out and what kind of security is there? – asked Mick.

– I made a recording “With the Eye”, so as soon as you study it and coordinate the actions of each fighter, then move forward. There is security, two sentries at the gate, both from the holy army, which means there is a combat unit there. There are also three dogs running around the territory, but they do not touch the prisoner.

“I see,” Mick nodded.

Having received the recording, he stepped aside and, taking out the most ordinary earthly tablet, naturally, from the Dead World, transferred the recording onto it and began to look through it with his guys, figuring out 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 has matured very quickly. Moreover, the operation was not complicated.

It was easy to explain about the tablet and transferring recordings from the magic crystal; I was able to make a magic adapter that converts the signal into something understandable for the tablet’s chips.

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

They woke me up before dawn by banging the butt of an armored personnel carrier on the armor. Mick waited until I climbed out, yawning sleepily, and began to report on the brilliantly carried out operation. I must say, it was really brilliantly carried out. The battle group under the command of Mick advanced to the abbey, bypassing the village. The dogs did not smell them, since the guys were sprayed 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, there was only one copy of it - put the abbey's dogs to sleep for two hours. Then, using an attached folding aluminum ladder, the guys, under the cover of the girls, moved to the other side and ran to the post, the guards at the gate did not interfere with them. The special shoe covers on my legs did not leave marks, otherwise the ribbed marks from the soles of the ankle boots could lead the saints to suspicion in the morning, yet rumors about me spread throughout the continent, and the saints took action.

The guys got to the post and began to untie the ropes; they couldn’t cut, it was too noticeable. Using an amulet, they cast two “Medium Healing” spells on the boy, causing him to even run to the fence, while the traces behind him were wiped away. Then they helped the prisoner, who was quickly losing strength, 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 over his shoulder and ran towards our camp, the others turned the stairs and followed him. Everything took barely two hours.

“Well done,” I praised my students, although I myself thought that the operation was a piece of cake, and what we would do in a few hours would require much more strength. “Rest everyone, I’ll take care of those saved myself.”

While the students were settling into their sleeping bags, I approached the prisoner. He was half-sitting at the rear wheel of an armored personnel carrier. Having applied the crystal of the amulet to my eye, I determined that in front of me was an initiated, but not trained, gifted one. He reeked too much of mana. It looks like he hasn't heard anything about the baby net.

Mick did not go to bed with the others, although he was noticeably tired. Before the operation, he uses a medical amulet, and sleep and fatigue will disappear.

- Who it? – I asked the freed guy.

Mick translated my question.

– Elios di Gerona, 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 the flask or taking a bite from a chocolate bar. Medium Healing cured him so that he could eat and drink as much as he wanted without medical restrictions.

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Magic on blood Nikolay Basov

Having led his apprentice Throl through death and resurrection through a magical rite, the magician and combat master Sultunur awakens in him the spirit of the legendary demon hunter Lothar the Yellowhead. Having such a warrior in its ranks is the only chance of the White Order to resist the sorcerers of the Empire, which is capturing more and more lands. However, the Imperials manage to strike first. Defending Troll, the teacher dies, and the boy is left alone with powerful enemies.

Nothing but magic Evgeniy Garkushev

Yes, everything in the world obeys the Word and there is nothing but magic, although in the so-called Darkened Worlds they have no idea about this. Among such worlds is Earth. Some Dark forces, the forces of universal Evil, taking advantage of the ignorance, vices and passions of people, are planning to take over the planet. The Forces of Light, naturally, cannot allow this. This is how the meeting of the journalist Natasha, running away from bandits, with Master Ulfius, who arrived on Earth to counteract the Dark Forces, takes place. They are joined by Sergei Lunin, Natasha's friend. It turns out that not everything obeys...

Let's do without magic! Evgeniy Garkushev

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

Magician in law Henry Oldie

This novel by G. 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 the Little People, about how the blind lead the blind, and 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, Oldies, as always, are not looking for easy ways - but deliberately complicate their task, so that they can then gradually emerge from the labyrinth of intricacies generated by their unstoppable...

Mage Slayer Dmitry Kazakov

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

I am a magician! 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 preserve the person in himself, he is forced to give up almost everything that he considered truly his. The youngest child in the family, he saw one road ahead of him, the usual life path of a well-born person - wars, feasts, hunts, quarrels with neighbors. But carried away by a thirst for knowledge, the young man ran away from his native castle, deciding to devote himself to the study of magic. Contrary to expectations, all the magicians that the young man could reach refused to have...

Piers Anthony

Continuation of Bink's adventures. This time Bink is not staying at home. The wife is clearly not in the mood and Bink decides to urgently search for the source of magic. The king does not object and gives Bink a brave soldier, a centaur and a golem as a translator. This company goes to the wizard Humphrey for help, and he, unexpectedly for the travelers, goes with them in search of the 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 Xanth. As always, luck accompanies Bink...

Gypsy Magic Barbara Cartland

The mysterious charm of the gypsy Letitia must keep the ardent young king of Zotana from seducing the girl destined for his brother. But what began as a game for Laetitia became irreversibly serious. Where the moonlight flooded the mountains and castles with silver, her passion flared up for a man, 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. Increased interest in maps prompted ARKONA to publish the first five chapters in 1990. The title displays the name of one of the tricks. The editors tried to improve the old translation and replaced some things. However, the words “magic” (magician), “magic wand” (magic wand), “indifferent card” (any card) and many other gems that make reading interesting and educational remain. Despite the mistakes, this is perhaps the closest translation to the original.…

Magician in law. Volume 1 Henry Oldie

Magician in law. Volume 2 Henry Oldie

History of Magic Eliphas Levi

Eliphas Levi's book describes all the stages of the development of magic from its inception. The reader is exposed to the secrets of symbols and signs, the peculiarities of the interaction between 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. A captivating narrative takes you into a mysterious world on the edge of which each of us is, sometimes without even knowing it.

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

What was magic? What was the power of all these so persecuted and so proud people? Why, if they were mad and weak, was it an honor to them to be so feared? Does magic exist, is there such a secret science that would really be a power and produce miracles that can compete with the miracles of legalized religions?

Connecting magic Olga Baumgertner

The main character, Tercel, goes into exile, which is supposed to last four years. During his absence, the dark and light sorcerers unite, and the first monastery is restored. Tersel learns about all this while maintaining contact with Retch. The hero himself decides to devote all this time to studying the worlds. However, when he finds himself in another world called the Borderland, he meets guard magicians 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 upside down and mentions that...

Vladimir Poselyagin

The Ural, its engine roaring, climbed the hill and stopped, the tonality of the engine changed to a quiet rumbling. Having left the cabin, I used the radio headset to order them to leave the armored body. The two-day journey across the continent of Shirona, stopping only for refueling and natural needs, was coming to its logical conclusion. We arrived at the place.

Yes, yes, I returned to the continent of Belon, Elio’s world, where I was greeted so inhospitably, my abilities in magic were forever taken away, and from where I had to literally flee. I had good reasons to return. I think, while the guys and girls, running according to their natural needs to the nearby edge of the forest, settle down by the car, taking up positions around it, it’s worth explaining what happened from the moment we discovered a closed continent, a dead city and met 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. Still, after a short thought, I refused to move to the dead city and take the local palace complex under my hand, and I said this more for the sake of the stalker commanders, who listened to me attentively. So, having closely communicated with them, found out everything that was needed and copied their maps for a small payment, where various settlements were marked 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 settlements could remain, deciding to make it our shelter, where we would open our magic school. In principle, where the school buildings are located does not matter, where the teachers or teacher are, there is a school, but for now we will settle down on one of the islands. During our journey near this continent we came across five islands, but we did not explore them, we passed them by, now we needed to correct this shortcoming and find an island where there are no inhabitants, I have no use for the aborigines. We found the island quickly; everyone liked the third one, small, but with a surprisingly high forest-covered peak. 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. That's what we occupied.

We spent the next month cleaning it and settling in. Or rather, it’s not like that, the children, under my supervision, washed and cleaned the castle, while Mick and Volt and I carried out small repair work, since I had cement and the necessary tools. The castle itself was located in the center of the town, it was small, previously the local governor or mayor lived here, now, go and find out. He probably lived with his family and close associates. There were two dozen fairly large bedrooms, various rooms and offices, and utility rooms, including a kitchen. Below there were storerooms and even a small prison. The casemates were still the same. I adapted these casemates for magical laboratories and brought them there, installing the necessary equipment and laboratory. Unfortunately, due to the fact that I did not have access to the spatial bag, which contained several medium and one large magic laboratory, I could only use the small one, and it was not able to satisfy my plans for the future. Fortunately, among the five dozen stone houses of the town, there was a perfectly preserved house of a local magician; there, in the basement of the mansion, I also discovered a perfectly preserved middle laboratory, and this is already something. So, apart from lessons with students, mainly with older ones, kids are still of little use for this, let them first learn to charge storage devices normally and meditate, replenishing their sources with mana. So, between studying and restoring the castle, in the sense of minor repairs, I also spent a lot of time in the laboratory, where, on large sheets of paper and whatman paper, I figured out the possibility of returning the magic to me. And the more I worked and thought about it, the more I realized that that’s it, I couldn’t get the magic back. Naturally, I examined the box up and down; the jeweler’s glasses allowed me to see the lines of weaving that were embedded there. Delicate work, I feel that the archmage worked here, no less.

There was only one conclusion: I can’t get my magic back, this is not a short-term deprivation, but a real disaster that cannot be corrected. This is not the “Prophet” that the saints from Tori used against me; the weaving, compared to what was in the box, is just childish babble, although previously I considered the “Prophet” to be the pinnacle of magical art. I was wrong. No, this is much more serious.

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”, “House” if translated into Russian. So, after much thought and theoretical calculations on sheets of paper, where I in between invented about a dozen more spells, by the way, eight of them were combat, one natural and one household, I found a way out. Local magicians cannot help me in any way, due to their complete absence, although personally I think that there are still survivors, they are just hiding well, so I had to rely only on myself and my brains. And they didn’t let me down, that 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's method.

For those who do not understand, I will explain. I just need to change my body, leaving the shell of a simple boy magician Count Arnie Ki-sung and move my soul into a new body, into a body that has a Gift, and the Gift is not weak, but at least the first level. It’s rare, of course, but there was a chance to find such a gifted person. For the next two weeks I thought about everything about this method, and the more I did theoretical calculations and wrote about weaving and what ingredients were needed for a magic laboratory, the more and more I realized what a complex matter it was. Firstly, I need ingredients for the laboratory, I didn’t have everything. Secondly, I needed assistants, two alchemists at least, and so far I was training one alchemist, albeit a very capable one, the rest were three fighters, a doctor, a future healer, and a builder. Thirdly, I needed experimental volunteers to practice on the “cats” before shifting consciousness. That is, in order to accomplish all this, it was necessary to return to the continent of Shirona and organize a raid on the temples of the saints. Moreover, I was going to free the prisoners and increase the number of my students. At least twenty people, no more, I simply can’t handle more. Well, I was going to train on captured paladins, who were, after all, gifted in any way.

Vladimir Poselyagin

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