The next day, getting up in the morning, I immediately went to the hunters guild, in order to find out what tasks they had. The tasks are standard, I didn’t count on others, therefore, taking tasks for the tails and fangs of wolves, I went towards the magical academy. It was a hefty castle with thick walls, over which shimmered the veil of a magical shield, and, judging by the buzz, not such a frail shield. When I went in there, I met a sweet looking girl of about eighteen who was sitting at the counter. Seeing me, she cooed:“Good afternoon, what do you wish, Honorable Mirage?”“Good afternoon, I would like to know the prices for learning magic, as well as the bindings of things.- With this, everything is simple. Binding is five hundred gold, learning the first spell is free - the second is ten gold, and each subsequent one is ten gold more expensive. Would you like to study something?- Yes, a spell from the school of ice that freezes the enemy.“Go through the arch of the ice-colo

In the morning I woke up in a great mood, the feeling of euphoria from a job well done and new clothes breathed a lot of optimism into me. I wanted to play tricks, and since there was no desire to go and farm mobs, I decided to walk around the town, besides, it was quite interesting and beautiful. The day was akin to a mood - the sun shone brightly, but there was no stuffiness, so I gave myself completely to the walk. Looking at the beautiful openwork houses, I did not notice how half a day had passed. I went out to the main square, in the middle of which there was a fountain, and it was surrounded by an auction, a market, shops of rich merchants, a dwarf bank and an arena, somewhat similar to the Colosseum. Near this very arena stood a herald and called everyone to take part in the tournament. Interested, I approached and this is what I found out: team and single fights will take place in the arena, since team fights did not interest me, I listened to all the information about them.

And here is the morning, what colors the day. After having a snack, I immediately went to the Mages Guild to insert an air blade into swords. It activated in the same way, with the power of thought, and consumed twenty mana per release of the blade and dealt one hundred damage at the first level. It looked like looking through very clear glass. There were spells that were stronger, much stronger, for example, the fiery blade dealt two hundred and fifty damage at the first level, while it had a chance to hang a dot of burning. But I bet on secrecy, I hope I will not lose. Then he tied the swords to himself, in total it took six thousand gold pieces. The amount is huge, but saving on weapons is such a thankless task. The furniture is still not completed, so I decided to start by going through the mentors, learn a couple of crafts, for example, cooking, then you will need a seamstress, a blacksmith, a herbalist, an alchemist. You can pick up a whole bunch of them, but you ca

Early in the morning, so as not to waste time, I got up, had breakfast and went to Master Loiniel. The master got up early, so he was not afraid to wake him up. It must be said that the sleeping city is beautiful: dawn rose in the east, its red rays illuminated the spire of the town hall, touched the magic dome of the academy and sparkled in it with a riot of colors. It was like a miniature aurora borealis, under which a soundless salute exploded. This celebration of the eyes did not last long, about five minutes, the sun came out, and everything took on its colors. Immediately, the magic lanterns along the streets went out, a rooster crowed somewhere, and I realized that I had been standing with my mouth open all this time. Coming to his senses, he moved on. Loiniel, as usual, was standing on the porch, is he sleeping here, or what? After greeting, he told me to open the map, on which he indicated the purpose of my visit. He also handed over a tube of papers for the Scorpions. Thanki

I woke up to the accompaniment of a downpour, the rain charged like a bucket, and, judging by the sky, this is for the whole day. The mood has dropped sharply, like it or not, but you have to shuffle under the downpour, the time spent in this location is limited. I reluctantly had breakfast and took food for the road, and why didn’t I do this before? Fucking romantic. Hunt him, you see, serve, uuu, how angry I am. Okay, depressed, and that's enough, it's time to go. He called his hunchbacked horse, jumped up and rushed towards adventure, that is, he trudged along where the map ordered. In the whole situation, one thing was pleasing - the road remained strong, the camel's hooves did not fall into the mud, so we were going fast enough. The whole day passed in silence, I was already used to the rain knocking on the hood, and the next day was just as wet and cloudy. So a week passed, during all this time only once a horseman came across, and even that one, judging by the form, a messenger