Thobius left the auditorium alone, never having touched Ashari's staff and sword. There were many wizards around, but they all stayed away from him. Alone, he went out into the square. Not far from the main tower, Tobius sat down on a stone bench and looked around at the statues of the founders. It was hard to breathe, the supply of magical powers was almost exhausted. Who would have thought that you would have to give all your best in a demonstration battle!“You surprised everyone quite a bit, enchant Tobius. The magician sat down on the other side of the bench with tired eyes.“Char… Fasileh Samum, right?“Just Fasileh. Since we're both masters now.“Yes… both… your ability to manipulate sand is quite impressive. Most geomancers can't.- Yes, they cannot rely on him, they do not feel in him the firmness they love. Thank you,” Samum smiled, “but this is a mutation of the genome, not an acquired skill. It is impossible to learn this, and therefore, all my merits are divided into two.
Tobius was beginning to lose concentration. With the last of his strength, he switched to thinking about a new formula for a spell to exorcise spirits.- Get up. Char Nikadim, I don't dare to detain you anymore either.The Artifact nodded and left the office with Tobius. They spoke only after going down two floors.“Why was the char Sechelforsus there?”The jeweler answered a question with a question:“Our dear Gaspard charm looks like a sly one?”- Sorry?“Gasparda Fire Cloud,” Nikadim chuckled, “the strongest wizard in Riven. It is possible that in the whole Westerreich. I don't know a magician that Gasparda couldn't press to his fingernail. People like him are usually thought to like to impose their will by force. But our "rector" is not like that. His main strength lies not in combat skills, but in the fact that he is always ready to take a hit. Gaspard is a sly one. He has a thousand eyes and ears everywhere, where it is necessary and not necessary, and most of his actions are in
That night the wizard slept badly and not for long. Getting up before dark, he put himself in order, dressed, settled accounts with the hosts and went out into the predawn coolness, leading the golems. But the magician went, of course, not to the western city gates and not even to the Pier of Miracles. No, he directed his steps towards the Temple Island, a piece of land standing in the middle of the Mjoln River, which flows through the capital of the Riven kingdom. On the Temple Island, or on the Island de Santa Templorica, as it was also called, stood a temple, huge and majestic, one of the oldest in the Westerreich.Leaving the Bully and the Reaper behind, so that they would not completely deteriorate under the shadow of divine grace, Tobius walked along the bridge of the Twelve Righteous over the waters of a wide river, passing the pedestals of men and women whose good deeds were described on the pages of church textbooks and in the Lives of the Saints. With each step, he more and
Bowing one last time, Tobius stepped into the glowing archway and stepped out of it on the other side. As always, the portals of the Academy worked perfectly: no side effects or ailments. The gray master found himself in the middle of a large round room in which a soft bluish twilight reigned; carpets on the tiled floor, decent furniture, a spiral staircase going up along the wall.“Welcome, your majesty.Surprisingly, as soon as the arch of the portal went out, the room immediately became brighter, and the master noticed the wizard in a sparkling half-robe the color of a thrush's egg. He was a young man about his own age, broad-shouldered, tall, with long wheat-colored hair.- Yes, I know you ... Alestan!“Your might,” the cryomancer bowed back.- Do not do that! I received the staff just yesterday.“And now you are a master,” the northerner replied coolly.“Eh… yes. Are we already in Ora?- Of course not. How do you imagine a portal hanging across the sea?— Yes, yes, you are right.
“Lovely,” he muttered, “just lovely!”As Tobius continued his manipulations, he whispered a recitative of artefact spells in parallel."What are you doing, you bastard?!"A man in a greasy shirt and with tousled hair fell down from a hatch in the ceiling. His face was smeared with what looked like oil, which dwarves anoint their mechanics, and horror froze in his eyes."Push," Tobius cut him off without being distracted, "an artifact on its last legs." I believe that they took care of it as best they could, but without a professional artefacturer, these are just pathetic attempts. Why didn't you call the master?“So,” the grubby man squeaked, “it’s expensive! We have to walk for three years to save up for one repair! Here I am...But then he will work for fifty years.“So we won’t swim so much!” Here every exit to the sea can end in a wet grave ...- Everything is clear with you. Again, the greed of people and wizards comes out sideways to both. Such a rarity! Jewelry work! The master
- A little bit more! Tobius wheezed, gasping with fear. - Almost!..The little "Frederica" slowly curved around the dragon's neck along the widest radius, while managing not to roll over.- Let's go! Let's go!— What are you yelling at?! He will hear you! the captain growled.— In this cacophony?!- He's a dragon!He's a sea dragon! He hears in the water, but here for him everything is the same noise! We passed! He's at the stern! Tobius almost wept with happiness.- Dash down, let them turn on the waver!- No!- What does "no" mean? “The captain isn't used to hearing that word on his ship, but over the last week the damned wizard has fed him those 'no's to the point of 'can't'. "We must leave as quickly as possible!" Waver...“You don’t fucking understand how a wave runner works!” This dragon is attran! He picks up two hundred knots without effort, with one stroke of fins! The wave runner will only attract him with vibration! Attrans feel the vibration with their whole body! ..Sud
"What's wrong with that eye?" she asked Umraz.“I don't know, ma'am, he's a passenger, not from the crew.“I was born like this,” Tobius explained in good melodic Scandi, “with cat eyes. It's not a disease, it's a mutation.The warrior furrowed her brows.“Don’t breed on Ora,” she said rudely, “we don’t need such deformities for nothing. Although such a frail youngster like you, hardly anyone will like it.While the wizard was tall and broad-shouldered, the woman was a quarter of a head taller than him, and even slightly broader in the shoulders, so it made good sense to think that way.“I won’t,” the wizard smiled, not at all embarrassed.Having received the duty, the Orians went home, and the lodars opened the way for the schooner to the port.“This is where our paths diverge, wisest one [A common man's address to a magician in Dimoris.],” Tomeh Belza said with a sigh, walking along the pier, “or what?“Disperse, brother Tom,” Tobius nodded.- Have you changed your mind? Perhaps you
“Here, now it’s like new.” Goodbye.As he made his way across the hall to his table, Tobius was acutely aware of the attention of others.- Hold on.- Well, you and frukht, the wisest! - Smiling broadly, almost dancing on the spot, Tom Belza began to pull on his things. “They say the truth about you Riva wizards—you are like those orcs!”- Firstly, either "Rivne" or "Rives". The word "Rivne" denotes our origin from the kingdom of Riven as representatives of the craft, but as a people we are Rivs, not Rivs. Secondly, if I wanted everyone to know that I was a magician, I would have yelled at the top of my lungs about it myself. And thirdly, why orcs?!- Well, sorry, sorry! Belza was fully dressed and sat back at the table. “I keep forgetting. Are you mad at me?“I don't take offense at anyone, Tom. Resentment is the lot of children who have small, insignificant worries. Now I just think that I drew attention to myself for no particular reason. I don't need it at all.The gray master wai