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The sun broke through the window, a ray ran along the ceiling, closet and jumped on my face. I sneezed like a cat and woke up. It’s healthy to sleep, I was tired yesterday not like a child, but, remembering the events of the past day, I smiled, and a wonderful mood swept over me. My level has skyrocketed, and the surrounding locations have become small for me, which does not relieve me of the obligation to train. Therefore, in order not to waste time, I went to the hunters' guild, took the task for ponytails, fortunately, the players do not like wolves, and ran. Yes, yes, he ran. Today's workout consists of a non-stop jog with wolf tail cutting along the way. I just ran out to the edge of the forest, jumped on the first two wolves and, without even throwing off my daggers, looted without looking, throwing everything into my inventory. A few words must also be said about inventory. Inventory is a spatial pocket,

Around lunchtime, when my stamina was approaching zero, I returned to the city, ate and went to the office of the mayor. There, having previously washed me for half an hour under the doors, they issued three documents. The first to a mansion in the city center, at first I was surprised that the greedy manager was so generous, but I learned that the mansion was simply taken from the rebels, and no one had the desire to mess with this stuff. The second document was permission to trade within the city. So far, I didn’t need it, but, as a reserve for the future, it’s quite for myself. Lies, does not ask for food. The third document was a note to the magical academy, which housed the closed library.

Thanking the secretary, he went to inspect his dwelling. It was located not far from the academy of magicians and was a two-story stone house, walked around: the windows are intact, the stones are not old and strong, the roof also does not leak. Excellent! But he did not rejoice for long, as soon as he entered, the smell of decay hit his nose. On the floor lay the bodies of those same rebels. The walls were littered with remains and blood. Everything more or less valuable was taken out, the furniture was broken. Not having the strength to be there, he left and went to the workers' quarters.

The workers' quarters were in a lowland, near the river, and did not subside for a minute from morning until late at night. Found a team. And, having explained the scope of work, he sent them to take out the bodies and furniture. He gave me a gold advance and promised four more for the work. I was well aware that I was overpaying twice, but I wanted everything to be done at the best level.

Then he found a carpenter and ordered the first furniture: a chair, a table, a bed and an armchair. It is extremely convenient to read in an armchair by the fireplace, and I definitely had a fireplace, I managed to notice out of the corner of my eye when I left the room in order to catch my breath.

Having finished dealing with the house, I went to the academy, where I was taken to the archivist. I liked the archivist, no, I'm not one of them, but this good-natured, moderately strict, lively grandfather disposed me. Dressed not richly, but neatly, and how life loves its library. To begin with, I asked Nikos, and that was the name of the archivist, to let me read the legends about the assassins of kings, secret agents, intelligence officers. Legends about all those who committed a deed, no matter good or bad, but always loud, which goes on the lips of people. So I plunged into the world of lore, and although it was insanely interesting, I had a clear goal to find the rest of my set.

So, sorting through the manuscripts, my day passed. Unfortunately, I didn’t find anything about the set, but I had fun. There was little information content, so I could not even get a single to intelligence. In general, I can’t imagine how I would pump my intellect without those books that I received in the guild. Decided to come back here tomorrow and try another set of books to study. With these thoughts, he wandered off to his hotel, to go to bed.

I got up with the first birds, in general, I noticed that when there is some kind of goal, you get up earlier. I had a quick bite of scrambled eggs and bacon and drank a pot of baked milk, that's something, but I like to eat tasty food. Having finished with the meal, I went to Nikos, along the way I grabbed a jug of compote and a meat pie, which I could not pass by. Seeing me, Nikos was delighted, since there are not so many people who share his love for literature, and immediately sat down to drink tea, not listening to my objections. While having tea, a fresh idea came to me.

- Nikos, tell me, please, have you seen any mention of the Shadow Assassin's battle attire in the literature?

- Mirage, in fact, this is an extremely interesting topic, because the shadow assassin was the eldest son of King Henry the Eighth, who was overthrown from the throne. It was when the entire royal family was executed that the story of the shadow assassin began. For some reason, during the coup, the eldest son was absent from the castle and learned about the murder of his relatives from a page who had fled from the castle. Then he lost his head and rushed to the castle to take revenge, but was stopped by several soldiers from the escort, with whom he was friendly. They stopped him and sent him for training to hired killers. He stayed with hired killers for five years, and without that a good fighter became a death machine. Chris is on the path to revenge. At the end of his training, he was given a standard killer costume, which he improved from various masters, spending most of the family's stash for a rainy day on this. And now, six years later, when those who overthrew the king indulged in the joy of power, they began to disappear one by one. The deaths began on the day of the overthrow of the king, and the inscribed blood of the victim, on the wall of Chris, left no doubt as to who killed the first adviser of the kingdom and for what. All the guards were raised, guards were hired, but the next day, at the same time, the next traitor was killed, then another and another. All at the same time, the death of the prince's family. They were not saved by closed rooms, moving to other houses, guards, mercenaries, murderers, and so on until everyone was punished. The prince himself disappeared without a trace, and it was not possible to find his traces. who and for what killed the first councilor of the kingdom. All the guards were raised, guards were hired, but the next day, at the same time, the next traitor was killed, then another and another. All at the same time, the death of the prince's family. They were not saved by closed rooms, moving to other houses, guards, mercenaries, murderers, and so on until everyone was punished. The prince himself disappeared without a trace, and it was not possible to find his traces. who and for what killed the first councilor of the kingdom. All the guards were raised, guards were hired, but the next day, at the same time, the next traitor was killed, then another and another. All at the same time, the death of the prince's family. They were not saved by closed rooms, moving to other houses, guards, mercenaries, murderers, and so on until everyone was punished. The prince himself disappeared without a trace, and it was not possible to find his traces.

I must say that Nikos is a wonderful storyteller, I listened to him so much that I seemed to miss my breaths, I didn’t even notice the cup that I was holding on weight. And only when the obsession subsided, I felt numbness in my hand and lack of oxygen. About what he was not too lazy to tell him:

- Nikos, this is not flattery, you really are a wonderful storyteller. I got the impression that I was there, nearby, witnessed the prince's pain and heard the last beating of the traitors' hearts.

Nikos, with a short but warm smile, asked:

- Mirage, why, in fact, are you interested in the shadow assassin's attire?

“You see, I got a piece of his armor. But just like any part is weaker than the whole, so these armors in a complete set would organically complement each other. Therefore, I really want to collect them at home.

“Do you really have a piece of Shadow Assassin armor?!

- Yes.

- May I see it?

I handed him the gloves and then the cloak. He carefully took them, examined them, almost sniffed them, and returned them to me with the words:

- Yes, this is the same armor, more precisely, the soul of the armor in a new body.

- Excuse me, what does the soul of the armor mean?

- You do not know? This, however, is not surprising. All items of this level have a soul, this is not something reasonable, it is called that way only because they did not find a more accurate name. Even if the armor was destroyed, the soul has a chance to incarnate in other armor, this happens extremely rarely, and I only know about it because I am an archivist, and out of boredom I read all the manuscripts that are in my archive. Now the soul is fragmented and asleep. When you fully collect all the armor, she will awaken, and you will need to find her a new container. And only then will the armor acquire all its characteristics. Only the receptacle must be done wisely too, the bonuses from it will add up with the bonuses from the armor.

- Thank you, Nikos, this is invaluable information for me, Let's sit some more, you are a pleasant conversationalist, there are few of them, but for a good conversation I have a pie and compote, everything is homemade.

- Mmmm ... I recognize Martha's cooking, set the table as soon as possible, and I will warm the teapot again.

So, talking slowly, we sat for a couple more hours. But there is an end to everything, and soon I also had to leave the company of the archivist, which was so pleasant for me, and check the work of the workers.

The house was from the inside except that it was not licked. As the brigadier told me, they endured everything, but the view was still the same, so they quickly called their wives, and they helped them put the marafet on. For diligence and speed, he handed over a dozen gold coins to the hard workers, they shone like bright suns, and, assuring me of eternal devotion, rushed off to celebrate. The carpenter hadn't made the furniture yet, so I decided to take another look around.

The second impression of the house was better, yes, it’s empty without furniture, but that’s for now, but there is a huge fireplace, a spacious kitchen, several large rooms, bedrooms, a library, and part-time office. A large adjacent territory, which will eventually become a source of my income, I’ll figure out how to make it work for myself.

There was nothing else to do here, so I went to the hunters guild, gave up my tails and went to my hotel room. The plan for the rest of today was simple: read smart books, pumping up the intellect and gaining much-needed knowledge. To wait for the swords promised to me and, remembering Sergey's training, to practice, it will be necessary to find training grounds or again dump into the forest.

I read until evening, I was about to spit and fall asleep, when an angel descended and, to the sound of fanfare, handed me a baldric with swords. I took out swords, beautiful and deadly blades. As requested, matte black, I tried to play with a bunny from the lamp, but it was not reflected in them. Read the description:

"Swords of the Mirage. Legendary, scalable, indestructible item. Award swords made of mithril, made by the people of Piedmont by special order. Parameters: Agility + 5% of the hero's agility, Strength + 5% of the hero's strength. Critical hit chance 20%. Critical hit = dexterity * 5 + weapon damage. Damage 1000 + 10 damage per character level. Have a slot for integrating the ability."

Good swords, not a prodigy, but also an order of magnitude cooler than ordinary swords.

- We did not bother with the name, and there was no time to create a story, so they go as awards, with your name.

I warmly thanked the administrator and after he left I went to sleep in an embrace with my charm.