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Chapter 6

Camrad_RIP 24.04.24 в 21:34

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Camrad_RIP 24.04.24 в 21:35

It was evening, an hour and a half before sunset, a small and well-trodden clearing at the edge of the road, which had obviously been used more than once and more than twice by travelers, because there were many traces of campfires, a lone young man in dusty clothes, sitting bent over a cheerfully crackling fire, and on that fire a kettle was boiling, in which porridge was being cooked. And five other men, not young, but quite grown up, hairy and not washed for a long time, all armed and looking at the lonely traveler with thoughtful and unkind looks. The pause, as they would say on Earth, is truly theatrical, even one can hear a bird chirping in the distance. For the full pathos of the moment, there is not enough music gradually gaining heat or tumbleweeds chased by the wind. The latter do not grow in this area, but it is a pity.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 09:36

"Good evening to you, good people." The young man broke the silence, not even reaching for the knife on his belt or the spear he had carefully placed beside him. "My name is Pann, and I am as much a traveler here as you are. I'm not looking for trouble, if anything."

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 09:37

The five of them looked at each other, focusing most of their attention on the one who was not the biggest of them all, but the best dressed and armed not just with an axe and a knife on his belt (and in one case, with a short whip), but with a large cleaver. His heavy jacket was obviously new, even the dust-covered plaques on it gleamed. He looks at the last of the five, who examines not a lonely boy, but the meadow itself, examines carefully, tenaciously, and with knowledge. When he had finished this examination, he turned to his, probably, commander, to give his expert opinion.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 09:43

"Clean, senior, no extra traces." And, after a while, he summarizes with a satisfied smile, and this smile, as if a viral infection, blossoms at once in the whole five. "He came here alone."

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 09:44

The slightly tense men, on foot, but clearly not peasants, nor brigands, as it initially seemed to Stepan, immediately relaxed and smiled, showing teeth of varying degrees of blackness, yellowing, or absence of teeth at all. There was little kindness or readiness for dialog in those smiles, and Stepan realized that he ||could not cook porridge with these guys either literally or figuratively. The five of them leisurely and handsomely, but without losing caution and keeping an eye on the loner and his weapons, began to take the poor man in a semicircle, and the farthest one tried to get behind his back. The situation of road robbery of a loner by a crowd of angry people was a textbook situation for all times and manners, which made the shaman's eye twitch. The only evidence that he was a shaman was the feathers woven into his hair, which had grown out during his solitary stay in the gatehouse and the bracelets made of stones and bones. His necklace of the same materials was hidden under his clothes, and his rosary beads were in his bag.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 09:59

"Good day to you, too, Pann." If Stepan's speech was correct and well-practiced, the man spoke understandably and intelligibly, but more crudely, swallowing some of the vowels and disturbing the sense of beauty with his terrible diction. "If you want it to be good, then take off your clothes. It's too fine for you. And keep your hands off the spear, sucker. Are you fucking frozen, or didn't your mother teach you to honor your elders?"

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 10:19

Stepan's eye twitched like a rabbit in front of a flock of dragons, and his general mental state combined both indignation and apprehension, and even a clear unwillingness to continue the conflict, but the latter was a fairy tale. After running his palm over his eyes and accepting the fact that bloodshed was unlikely to be avoided, and not wishing to bring it to a deadly conclusion, he decided to appeal to other people's minds. Well, you know, the consequence of living in a world where the approach to ultra-violence on the spot is not as harsh, inevitable, and instantaneous as in the current world.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 10:24

"Gentlemen, do you really want it? I can..." Here he wanted to add something like “curse” or even “smack”, but he finished in a completely different way. "Asshole!"

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 10:25

The asshole was the man with the whip, which looked very strange on him without a horse, but he wielded it skillfully. He struck quickly, clearly, and directly at the face and unmistakably in the eyes - guaranteed blindness and no less guaranteed death for a doomed man who was robbed and blind in the middle of the wilderness. Well, if they let him live at all, rather than killing him already for sure, having undressed him beforehand, so as not to smear his clothes with blood. If you think about it, his clothes were really much better made than his opponents.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 10:28

Of course, he couldn't dodge the blow with a beautiful pirouette in the style of Geralt, Ciri, or Dante from DMC, and in the process counterattacked with precision and accuracy, despite his higher reaction time than that of an ordinary person. No, he only jerked slightly, causing the blow to land not in his eyes but just on his face. Inexperience in direct combat played a role, as well as the banal unpreparedness to move to lethal killing right at that very moment. If he had not been gifted and had not taken care of such sudden blows beforehand his career would have ended here. Instead of pain and blood, a warm pulse came from the feather in his hair, which shuddered slightly, not physically, but energetically, as it slid through the air, which had become stronger than glass for a moment.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 10:38

"Fuck!" Only the apt wielder of the whip uttered, stepping back a little while the others stepped forward, also quickly drawing their weapons, but not in a hurry to use them, apparently not to spoil the very “too fine clothes”.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 10:32

He didn't have time to say anything else. Stepan, furious and frightened by the death that had come too close to him, gave the order to the storm spirits that had been summoned to the clearing beforehand. The smell of ozone, the hair on his head stood on a puff of static electricity, and three of the five scumbags twitched as if several thousand volts had passed through their bodies. That's exactly what happened to them. Having the opportunity to infuse the spirits with power beforehand, and not wanting to be flamboyant, the Earthman struck for sure, directing the spirits almost right next to their opponents' bodies before ordering them to release the force of the lightning. It was less spectacular, but even more deadly, for the three had no defense and all three collapsed, still twitching, but dying, as their auras showed.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 10:31

The whip fan didn't get far either: a wave of Stepan's hand, fingers curled into claws, a mental order to another spirit, an indication of direction. Something big flashed in the air for a moment, like a cat's jaws, only invisible, as if you imagined them, but saw them with your eyes. The freak, who had decided to blind the young but promising shaman, grinned his caries-black teeth, thinking he had just imagined it. Then he noticed the trio falling to the ground, and then realized that he was not all right, for he could not inhale, and when he exhaled, a stream of blood flowed from his nose and mouth. The fangs of the phantom cat had wounded only his lungs, but Stepan had to feed three portions of those lungs - the deer's lungs, not his own - in order to be able to summon it with an instant call three times. Falling to the ground, still alive but choking, he convulsively pressed his hands to his flame-burning chest, but with every second he grew weaker, dying a quick and ghastly death.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 10:43

The last of the remaining, the leader, who had prudently managed to step back together with the owner of the whip when he saw the effect of the magic working, shouted something like “bastard” with sincere hatred and a lot of resentment towards Stepan. The problem was not in the shouting, but in the fact that he jerked and very quickly came closer, putting his cleaver in front of him and preparing to put the young man on the steel with all his might. It was a shame that he had a chance, because the spirit in the feather might not have been able to cope with such a strong and weighty blow, would not have been able to repel it with his shield, or even take it away with a sharp gust of wind. Fortunately, there was no need to check, because the enemy stumbled, almost falling face into the fire, and, what was more terrible, almost knocking over a pot of porridge! Stepan would not forgive him for the latter. In fact, he wouldn't forgive everything else either.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 10:54

There was no chance for the stumbling man to get up. With one long, shivering exhalation, Stepan cast several leech spirits on the enemy, which weakened him and then paralyzed him. The leader would shit himself, but the paralysis doesn't allow him to do that either. Stepan, who spent about a third of the reserve, and only because he acted with a large reserve, and also additionally covered himself with unnecessary protection, tiredly exhales, trying to find some emotions from the mass murder. From emotions only irritation and a bit of melancholy, but no shivering creatures, having in all poses the right, in his head did not arise. Not that the experience of communication with spirits, which in one way or another, but necessarily changes the shaman, not that it is difficult to nourish guilt or pity those who decided to kill you. The guy only once again ran his palm over his face, exhaled tiredly, and spoke out, looking at the captive in pure terror:

Camrad_RIP 26.04.24 в 18:25

"Why don't you take care of yourselves?" Of course, the leader would not understand the ironic reference, but he had to calm himself down. "The bandits have come and are killing themselves in the fresh air."

Camrad_RIP 26.04.24 в 18:26

He thinks about what to do with the prisoner briefly, even honestly trying to force himself to forgive him and let him go, no kidding. But as soon as he tried, he stopped, because it would not only be stupid, but it also attract attention, which the guy wants to avoid with all his might until he becomes at least a magister and for another three hundred years after that. So the one who was going to kill and rob him would stay here. The reason for the delay was a different thought - to kill him at once or to interrogate him about local realities. No, the Earthman did not intend to stoop to torture, but he had the means to get the prisoner to talk, even if with very unpleasant consequences for that prisoner. Sighing once more, he stood up on slightly trembling legs, dragged the leader into the forest, sat the unresisting body right by the nearest tree and slightly changed the order to the spirits, giving him the opportunity to move his head and speak. However, he could hardly shout now, only wheeze.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 10:53

"Your ma-magic, I swear to the gods, did not know, I did not think anything..." He didn't let him finish, putting his hand right on his forehead, and the third one at that, pulling out the necessary spirit from the spiritual world without сфдд, immediately immersing it into the victim's brain. "Ouuuuuh!"

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 11:15

His eyes rolled back, his lips turned blue, and in general, attaching even a relatively weak entity - although it was “relatively” - to the health of an untrained person was an extremely harmful thing (after certain training and potions, even without the gift, one could do without it). The spirit joined the necessary parts of the aura, little by little, gradually, but achieving the main goal - to make truthful answers to questions, taking a drop of blood and a bit of life for each answer. It was not a light creature, it was very dark, and such sacrifices were just right for him, and the only other option was to pay for it himself, either with his reserve or with his blood and life.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 11:17

"Come on, tell me why you attacked me in the first place and what plans you had for me, my innocent one," Stepan asked with restrained skepticism, mentally promising to heal the man and let him go, if it turned out that all this was indeed an exceptional misunderstanding. "Answer."

Camrad_RIP 26.04.24 в 18:28

"So, how not to take, if a gringo alone on the road, and in good clothes, it seems crazy on. He did not run into the woods when he saw us, so, no, he waited for us. He even didn't grab the spear." From such directness, which his interrogator gave out while looking at the executioner with panicked eyes and not controlling his mouth, the earthman even smiled. "And the clothes are good, the bag is big and good, it will be better to sell it and take it for yourself. Bo-bo-boots are good, I wanted them for myself. And we are not robbers or slavers, we are honest fighters, we usually go as caravans, we are hired. Just how could we not take them, anyone would take them, why not?

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 11:21

Suddenly he really understood, or rather he had always known, he had read the necessary articles on the history of the Middle Ages and other ancient times, but he just refused to try the knowledge on his skin. After all, in such times violence rules everything, and a lonely and defenseless traveler is indeed a tasty prey, especially for an armed group of people unencumbered by morals. And a normal inhabitant of this world would run away as soon as he saw them coming. And they, if they were too lazy to run and had money, would let them go. And in general, the clearing was obviously intended for groups, not loners, because what loner, if he had to travel alone, would sleep in such a place, if at any moment a company could come and catch him sleeping?

Camrad_RIP 26.04.24 в 18:31

The young man stopped holding back without much remorse realizing that this freak did not even see anything wrong in what he had done, and a quick question showed that it was not the first or even the fifth time he had done it. And there was no remorse there, at most pity for the pretty woman, who twitched too much and had to be cut, but she could have given it herself and would have lived.... well, a little more. No, the remorse now was very sincere, but only in the fact that he did not recognize the magician and led his friend and the rest of the temporary companions to their deaths, but the attack itself he considered quite normal, his right as a warrior. Stepan was not a prosecutor, but here he decided to play his role, especially since according to the laws of Dantmark the list of things done by this particular man was either the gallows or life imprisonment, and many people asked for the gallows in such cases.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 05:41

At the same time, he asked about the surrounding territories, cities, and towns, including the very Dantmark and its adjoining satellites, about what year it is, who is fighting with whom, what popular stories and rumors there are, how much to give to the guard at the gate for inspection and passage, and how much for “inspection”, where it is possible to hire an honest fighter, how much to pay and what to demand payment for various things (especially interested in magical services), what purely magical traditions and laws he knows.... the list of questions seemed endless, as well as the panic with misunderstanding in the performance of not clearly thinking “no brigand”. The questions were countless, but only the battery in the source of answers was getting low, even though Stepan was feeding the spirit himself, partially draining the increased reserve.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 05:46

The aging, wrinkled, corpse-stained bastard was still rapidly failing, and when he started spitting out loose teeth and almost black blood, it became impossible to understand his answers. Exorcising the reluctant spirit that let go of its victim, the guy ordered the still paralyzing leeches to stop the heart, finishing off the last of the gang. After standing over the disfigured body for a moment, he stepped aside and vomited profusely. It was more of a bodily reaction than a mental one.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 05:50

A (small) system assignment has been received: to sacrifice five recently deceased bodies that still retain the remnants of their own life, to give their blood and entrails, feeding them to the inhabitants of the dark spheres of their own choice. The free choice of ritual is allowed, but the key is the presence of the dark aspect of the summoned entities.

Camrad_RIP 26.04.24 в 18:32

Reward: some increase in affinity with the spheres, depending on the type of ritual; one-third of the remaining experience up to the next level.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 05:52

Stepan swayed on his toes, but with a sigh, he recognized that the reward was really valuable now, and the corpses would have to be disposed of anyway. Experience is at the beginning of the scale, and the battle with ordinary people did not change anything, adding relatively little. That's why he agreed with the assignment and started to check his first enemies for trophies, which turned out to be frankly worthless: about twenty silver coins, and these coins were much shallower and shabbier than those handed to him at the beginning of the adventure, much more copper, shitty weapons, dirty and dirty clothes and all sorts of small things that were either not needed, or Stepan had a better analog. In the end, he took only money, remembering again about Truda and her daughter in the process of looting: the five considered themselves not rich, but well-to-do at that moment. How much was that gold circle and the much larger silver pieces that the two bitches had taken from him really worth?

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 06:00

He carried the bodies along with their bags and clothes, once again experiencing the spirit planting itself directly into his body. His skin had darkened, almost copper-colored, as if he'd gotten very tanned, his face had stretched over his bones, and even his eyes seemed to pop out of their orbits, at the same time beginning to see better. And what strength appeared in his muscles, wow! He dragged the corpses like a rolled-up blanket and pillows, with no heaviness at all. However, he did not drag them too far, only to the nearest clearing, where he laid them in a picturesque circle. All the time left before sunset was spent on preparing the ritual because to mess with dark spirits without protection is too generous an offering. After all, in such a case, to devour, with a guarantee close to one hundred percent, will try not only gifts but also the giver. Stepan found such thinking of the entities, which was a reflection of the thinking of the medieval thugs who had almost stabbed him to death, incredibly ironic, especially against the background of the fact that the former would eat the corpses of the latter.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 06:03

He didn't make it in time for nightfall, so he had to finish in the dark, weaving an owl feather in his hair for night vision. No campfires, not even patterns on the ground, just spelled grass, plants, bits of twigs, and even mushrooms. The mushroom circle originally sprouting at the ritual call site would have been ideal, but what's not there is not there, so the lad had to improvise. The choice of type of spirits he stopped not on pure darkness, which is extremely close to the concept of literal pure evil, and a lot of other options were discardedю He stopped at the spirits of the natural sphere. Nature is not about cuteness, kawaii, and kitty cats, although about them too, it has enough dark sides. The eternal struggle for life, and death, that life nourishes, giving birth to new life, which will fall a little later - among forest and natural entities was a lot of nightmarish shit. No, strong spirits will always be the same chthonic entities, extremely nightmarish with very few exceptions, but here we are talking about particularly outstanding even against such a background.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 06:11

Stepan was calling, pulling a soundless melody in the night darkness, audible only to those who can listen to the unreal world, and even perceptible to mages who have developed sensory abilities or happened to be too close to this clearing. It did not matter, everything did not matter, except the note that stretched and stretched, calling, waiting, promising, inviting. And the invited one came, it came from under the carpet of last year's leaves, from the crumbling driftwood growing mushrooms and mosses, from the dark roots of old trees, from the last breath of a forest bird that had broken its wing, from the wheeze of a beast dying of a wound, it came here, to the smell of blood and flesh. Its presence was obvious, self-evident, but there was no way to tell where it had come from, old and ancient, terrible and not evil, but infinitely indifferent, knowing full well that it would get what it wanted, whatever the outcome.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 06:18

Stepan, who had stripped naked beforehand and hung his clothes on the branches of a tree twenty meters away from the clearing, began to realize, through the cold sweat that instantly covered him, that he had called an entity much more powerful than he had expected. The entity did not bargain or pressure him other than by its presence; it simply came and then took what was given to it. The bodies were rapidly drying out, decaying, and covered with layers of moss, ivy, and the same mushrooms. In just a couple of minutes, only skeletons remained of all five of them, and they sank into the ground, which had imperceptibly become liquid and swampy, drowned in the forest carpet and herbs that had grown before their eyes.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 06:21

The entity took the gift, then stared expectantly at the earthling, though he still couldn't quite discern the summoned spirit, but the analogy was surprisingly accurate, even if the creature didn't have eyes. Without aggression, warmth, or gratitude, waiting, saying, //“You called, you paid, you should ask now. Intuitively Stepan understood that he could ask a lot now, that he could take advantage of his lucky ticket because he had only one call-up in combat conditions. definitely could count on - the available skills, his own practice, multiplied by the absorbed knowledge, they allowed to pull off such a thing. And one could ask for more, perhaps agreeing to pay more if necessary. For example, to increase the characteristic of corporeality, figuratively speaking - from one to two to strengthen such a creature can definitely can, guaranteed can. He was sure that for this particular creature, such a boost would not be difficult to pull off, even though it did not speak, did not try to conduct a spiritual dialog, but some part of the information in such close contact was still leaking out.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 06:24

Clenching his teeth and straining all his spirit and magical gift, just not to faint, he gathers his will in a fist and chooses the most correct and most necessary to him personally variant of the response request, wishing...

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 06:26

//...nothing...

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 18:47

...and the desired was heard, accepted, and understood. The entity went away just as indifferently, leaving behind a noticeably transformed area of the forest fifty paces away from the clearing, which became wilder, overgrown, and darker, as well as a mushroom circle, the very one that the caller had thought about the absence of recently. The heavy, pressurizing atmosphere of the glade disappeared as soon as he left the spellbound territory, not even dressed, but dragging his clothes in his hands. No, Stepan tried to shield the place of summoning, so as not to shine the glade in the magical and spiritual perception, it was part of the basic knowledge of the practice of calling, especially at the second and certainly at the third rank. But it seemed that the summoned creature was used to hiding itself when visiting the real world, or simply noticed the young man's efforts to create a disguise and helped him out of pity.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 06:28

When Stepan came to his senses, also a little panicked, he began to analyze himself and everything that had happened or could have happened to him. First of all, the assignment from the system turned out to be completed, obviously, this entity was darker... no, there's more to it than that, but still very dark. Secondly, in addition to experience and increased affinity with the spheres in which darkness and nature are united, the entire subtle body was filled with power and the reserve was fully restored, it seemed to have even grown a little... though, no, not a little... though, no, not just a little, more, albeit without miraculous breakthroughs on the new Source unit. But he was sure that in a couple more weeks any normal mage would easily read the traces of a powerful dark ritual in his aura, so much of it he'd let through. Well, they'd read it. However, he had a Shroud for disguise and a Phantom Limb to clean out most of the extraneous energy shadow from his thin body. Thirdly, the system didn't give him levels but awarded him a free talent that went into the list of available properties.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 06:34

Obtained: 'mark of fallen leaves and black roots'; increased affinity with spheres of the darker aspects of nature; increased likelihood of gaining knowledge and properties of the branches of Druidism and Dark Druidism.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 15:25

The acquired talent is added to the overall Player status.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 15:24

The new property was designed to increase the resistance of subtle bodies, especially to any curses or magical diseases, but poisons would also be weaker. Also a lot of benefit from this property and when communicating with forest spirits, especially dark ones, a decent multiplier of basic affinity. Much more this property will reveal itself in the power of the druid. Judging by the fact that druidism in many respects is on the border between shamanism and classical magic, then Stepan will have to get in there, especially if the bonuses are taken into account. Druidism can be a purely magical doctrine, sharpened in precise calculations, weaving magic spells and modification in half with the cultivation of all sorts of aggressive flora. There are plenty of more mystical practices of unity with Nature. Just choose your path.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 11:24

For a while, he was very much attracted by the idea of sleeping in the clearing, for the creature was already gone, and he could easily protect himself from the simpler things. He would have done so, but there was a pot of porridge waiting for him near the track, and he was so hungry that he was ready to eat even the corpses of the bandits he had killed. Well, if these corpses remained intact, and would not have turned into bones hidden under the earth. In general, everything for the porridge, even the willingness to go back and then sleep half-heartedly all night. The porridge turned out a little burnt, but it was still tasty because it had bits of meat and some fat.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 11:27

As he fell asleep, Stepan had to admit that his second contact with the intelligent inhabitants of the new world had been even more unsuccessful than the first. He could only hope that the third time would be more fortunate, though that hope was dying before it regained consciousness.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 15:20

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Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 15:19

The merchant was short, thin, wiry, and bearded. He smoked a pipe and smoked as if deep down he identified himself as a diesel internal combustion engine without filters. He looked at Stepan. Stepan, leaning lazily on his spear, looked at him. Both were silent, but the first to break the silence was the merchant. He pointed with his hand behind his back without even turning around. He backed up his gesture with dry and slightly irritated words, which explained the interest of the man in the lonely traveler in his person.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 15:21

"One of my caravaners was bitten by some kind of scorpion." He didn't sound like a merchant, his voice was dry and creaky, not pleasant to listen to. "My assistant is a bit of a mage, but he can't heal. But he says you have a gift too, so I'm asking you. Can you help me? I don't pay much, I tell you right away, I don't need Pyrol that much, but I'll give you a place in the caravan, on a cart, and I'll take you to Dantmark."

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 15:23

The Earthman had met up with the caravan just half an hour ago because he'd come upon a larger road leading to the local major Free City, part of the Confederation of Free Cities - and a bunch of smaller towns and villages not deserving of such status - which was a coincidence, if you think about it. The larger main tract was a noticeably busier place, but it was still (un)lucky. Of course, the boy did not come out in the center of the passing caravan, but a little in front of it, but his leisurely step quickly allowed the horse caravan to catch up with the traveler. They didn't attack, though Stepan had prepared himself, planted a spirit in his body, almost activated the fusion, prepared a couple of shields, and was ready to speed himself up, hiding in the forest. No, they just looked around from afar, without getting off their horses, and went back. And there was a gifted man in the caravan, and he, for good or bad, noticed his “colleague”. The same riders decided to invite the traveler to join the caravan, politely and without aggression.

Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 11:29

Of course, a considerable part of his aura Stepan hid under the Shroud, especially those pieces of the aura that were responsible for particularly unusual properties, and the overall brightness of the aura dimmed, becoming from a full-fledged and strong adept only slightly developed his gift as a student of some dense forest hermit, perhaps a grandfather or relative. According to the interrogated robber, whose name he did not even bother to learn since he condemned him to death anyway, such gifted people are most often seen around, because full-fledged magicians with diplomas and power rarely go alone, especially if they're very young. If only because they still have many years even basic training demand years of labor for the benefit of either a mentor, family, creditor, or all at once. Yes, there are also those who paid for their training without any obligations, but there is such dough that the man killed by the interrogation could even imagine such a mountain of money with great difficulty. Although he himself, it must be admitted, was still a source of information, trusting him like an ordinary earthly gopnik, and this was an insult to the gopnik - the inhabitants of the twenty-first century were more erudite on the average.

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 19:12

"I can heal, but not well. I'm telling you right away." Stepan confesses honestly, not specifying that it's bad only by his standards because a normal healer should be able to heal the whole party in one button, not this. "If it's a simple snake, scorpion, or other stuff, I'll be on my feet by the evening, but if it's something magical, no claims."

Camrad_RIP 25.04.24 в 19:25