Житие Мое / Life of Mine: Part Five APPRENTICE OF THE DEVIL Chapter 1-2

Part five

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APPRENTICE OF THE DEVIL

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Whoever said that children are the flowers of life either did not fully think through his association, or had little idea of the gardener's work.

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Father of seven children

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Chapter 1

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The snowflakes danced slowly outside the window. They flew up to the window, shimmered, and then hid in the darkness. I tried to guess for a second, to hold their flight in my mind, but I couldn't.

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"Tangor!"

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Yes, yes, here. Where am I going to go? What damage to my mind caused me to believe the black mage's talk and sign that damned contract? It must have been the trauma Rustle inflicted on me, and he would answer for that as well. For about a month, I was happily unaware of what I had gotten myself into until the course of blockers was finished. Then Mr. Satal summoned me, told me to get Max out of the vivarium, and explained the contents of the document again.

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For example, the clause where "training is free" in the sense that to refuse this training, you must pay a lot of money.

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"Tangor, what are you doing?!"

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I should have agreed to prison; they would have given me the block anyway - it wouldn't have gone anywhere. After all, it's their duty to help people affected by the otherworldly! And now I am bound by contract for five years, and I will have to work hard not to sign it again - there is always a public duty hanging over black mages. I mean, society always thinks we owe them something.

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I could have tried to sabotage it, but my gut told me it would only make things worse.

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"I've already finished, sir."

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"You'll be finished when you report on the mission!

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"Sir, I'm done."

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"Good."

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When Satal swears, it's normal, but it's better not to take foul language seriously. When he gets really dangerous, he speaks in exquisitely literary language, with the hard-to-remember accent of a noble gentleman who tramples his interlocutor in the mud without taking off his white gloves. I had a vague suspicion that because of his high position, Mr. Coordinator is too clamped black nature in front of strangers, and the lack of informal communication he makes up for with me. Sort of a show of trust. What am I supposed to do? I just felt the head of the family! I tasted, so to speak, the desired fruit and immediately found myself back in the position of an apprentice, and Satal perceived apprenticeship in the most archaic sense of the word. It is when apprentices endured beatings and washed the master's socks.

Camrad_RIP 20.05.23 в 11:34

I wonder if killing a senior region coordinator will somehow increase the punishment I face. Whatever. The only problem was that I had no certainty of success - he was a very good bastard at what he did. I decided to act like a real assassin - to hide my intentions until I had enough power.

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"All right," Satal threw back nonchalantly, looking at the schematic I'd been working on for two hours. We hadn't started the practical exercises yet, because he felt I should have polished up the theory. "That's all for today. Dismissed!"

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"Excuse me, sir," I had to be polite, "New Year's vacation is about to begin. I'd like to leave Redstone for two weeks. Is that possible?"

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He grudgingly grimaced:

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"Why for?"

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"I promised my brother I would visit him. My brother is white."

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This is an important addition: all children worry when something is promised to them and not done, but for a little white kid, it's just a shock.

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"I see. Write a report!"

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Report! And this is called a "freelancer"?! What happens next? What happens next is that he starts sending me on missions.

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I have to learn how to make poison.

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"Goodbye, sir." I managed to leave the office with an icy calm. That's how I am able to!

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In the corridor, the empath stood smiling. They must be working in pairs.

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"Hello, Thomas! How's it going?"

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"Everything is wonderful, Miss Keweenaharie. I'm making great progress!"

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For example, in lying to an empath's eyes

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"Yes, my boy," she confirmed. "But with a sincere smile, the outer corners of the eyes droop a little!"

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I have to learn how to make poison and try it out on her.

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The second floor was quiet and dark. By the time my class was over, the only people left in the police department were the night watchmen and the maniacs who were willing to stay on the job until eight. And why is that? Because some bastard had prescribed that a freelancer had to perform his duties at least two days a month, that was as much as sixteen hours. Satal wasn't going to waste his weekends on me, and I had to come here on the only day of the week that was more or less free, Wednesday, and study for four hours straight until my brain was in a knot.

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You can't do that to blacks!!!

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But Satal covered up the murders I'd committed and the zombie I'd created, as well as the large-scale illegal practice of magic. From the point of view of normal justice, I was a vicious recidivist, unworthy of leniency. And this despite the fact that Mr. Coordinator was not yet aware of the overwritten crystal: collusion between a mage and a representative of the controlling authorities is considered a very serious misdemeanor. And I was still six months away from graduation...

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The only thing I didn't have to worry about was acquaintance with Rustle. As it turned out, the cunning undead had long ago found a way to interest his most dangerous opponents, the black mages. Whoever overcame the monster and did not go insane could benefit from it - knowledge. Given that Rustle was at least ten thousand years old and that his infernal body was present everywhere in the world, the prospects were exciting. Unfortunately, the survival rate was about one in forty-three - most went mad in the first year and a half or two. No wonder, remembering how he'd mocked me. The only way to avoid senseless casualties was to hide this peculiarity of Rustle from the curious, which NZAMIPS did through strict censorship.

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In my opinion, the usefulness of the long-ago monster was doubtful. First of all, Shorokh was illiterate. That is, he was incapable of recognizing words, letters, and symbols at all unless he had seen this particular object somewhere. The only reason I could read Uncle's book was that the undead had eaten several people who had read it before, and now he could reproduce exactly the feelings associated with its every sign. Secondly, this freak had no idea what a calendar was. One wonders how anything, in particular, could be learned from him. He would hurl a great many random associations which were almost impossible to verify, and he did it not for nothing but for interest. I was not going to risk my sanity for the sake of such nonsense, which was immediately announced to all interested persons.

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Still, in the grip of gloomy misanthropy, I put on my typical college jacket over my typical college suit and pulled my typical college cap over my ears - it was snowing. Even my shoes were now typical college shoes. I could have come to class in a black suit, but then Satal would be all over me. Did I really need to? Not until the poison was ready.

Camrad_RIP 20.05.23 в 12:08

"What, is the boss pushing on you?" Captain Ber, another workaholic, was coming down from the upper floors.

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I shrugged vaguely.

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"If things get really bad, complain to the empath. She'll fix him up."

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The only sound advice I've ever heard.

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I shouldered my typical student bag and staggered toward the exit, the soles of my feet feeling the fire of the protective spells under the carpet. I tried to think of something neutral. These things react to hostile intentions, and it would be a shame to go to jail for trying to kill a senior coordinator without trying. There is a bright side to everything. At the end of the day, we can forget about the viper house until after the holidays - next Wednesday is already a day off. Freedom!!!

Camrad_RIP 20.05.23 в 12:17

Cheered up, I staggered to the streetcar stop, alone, as usual. The police department was in a block of office buildings and occupied almost a block in itself: one façade faced Park Road, the other Carriage Alley. Several other separate buildings, including a morgue and a garage, were located in the courtyard, but the overwhelming number of government employees was present until exactly five-thirty, and then they instantly evaporated. As the saying goes, there are no idiots. For obvious reasons, there were no hotspots nearby, and I had no companions in sight. Naturally, in such a situation, two people hiding in the alleyway were striking, at least - on a magical level. In one of the strange types, I recognized Quarter, not without surprise. I wonder why this lover of comfort in this weather on the street at night. Maybe he has a car?

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I stopped to wait for the odd couple. Ron's friend was exceptionally short. The back of his head barely reached my chin, and he was below Quaternary's shoulder. I had a dirty bad-weather joke on the tip of my tongue. The little guy was blue in the face from the cold (with his body weight, you have to be more serious about what you wear), but Ron wasn't in the mood for more jokes, and he didn't even say hello.

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"What are you doing at the police department?" he insistently demanded an explanation.

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I twitched an eyebrow, a strange interest, but I answered:

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"I'm taking lessons in combat magic."

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