Eighteen

Who are you and why did you bother me? he asked coldly.

- I'm Tim. Battle mage and adventurer. The head of the city sent me to you, saying that you might have a job for me.

- Oh, so you're the smart guy that helped Alast? Heard, heard. Yes, I think you can help a little. Come on in, there is nothing to stand on the threshold.

Inside the mansion is some kind of library. A lot of bookcases, ladders attached to them, chests with scrolls and other paper utensils.

"I'm in a bit of a mess here, it's because I've been rummaging through everything looking for weak magic paper." Alas, I did not find it.

On the right, on the wall between the cabinets, I saw a hanging picture. It depicts Normar himself, standing to his full height, and in front of him on a chair sits a smiling, freckled girl, the one who sold me the scroll with the spell.

“You have a beautiful daughter,” I said, remembering that she asked me not to tell her father about her inappropriate behavior.

- Yes, - he said, sighed, looke
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