Poselyagin magician 3 archmage read the full version. Vladimir Poselyagin Mag. Archmage. Nothing but magic Evgeny Garkushev

Vladimir Poselyagin

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The Ural, roaring its engine, went up the hill and stopped, the tonality of the engine's operation changed to a quiet rumbling. Leaving the cockpit, I ordered the radio to leave the armored body. A two-day journey across the Chiron continent, with stops only for refueling and natural needs, was drawing to a close. We arrived at the place ...

Yes, yes, I returned to the kingdom of Belor in the world of Elio, where they greeted me so inhospitable, forever depriving my ability to magic, and from where I literally had to flee. I had good reasons to return. I think, while the guys and girls, running on their own needs to the close edge of the forest, settle down by the car, taking positions around it, it is worth explaining what happened from the moment we discovered the closed continent, the dead city and met stalkers off the coast.

Yes, the adventures that we grabbed there could have been enough for ten, but in principle, everything ended well for us. Still, after a short thought, I refused to move to the dead city and take the local palace complex under my arm, and I said this more for the commanders of stalkers, that they listened to me attentively. So, after talking closely with them, finding out everything that was needed, and copying for a small fee their cards, where various settlements were drawn on this coast of the continent, I let them go, and we returned to the destroyer. Then it was simple: I gave the order to Vasiliev, and we went in search of a small island where the buildings could survive, deciding to make it our shelter and deploy our magic school there. In principle, where the school building is located, it does not matter where the teacher or the teacher is, there is the school, but for now we will settle on one of the islands. During our travels near this continent, we met with five islands, but we did not explore them, we passed by, but now it was necessary to correct this deficiency and find an island without inhabitants, I do not need the aborigines. We found this quickly, the third in a row attracted everyone, small, but with a surprisingly high, wooded peak. Its dimensions were seven kilometers by twelve, with the remains of three settlements, including a small town surrounded on all sides by a fortress wall. Here we took it.

The next month we cleaned it and settled in. Or rather, not so: the children washed and cleaned the lock while Mick and Volt and I were doing minor repairs, since I had the cement and the necessary tools. The castle was located in the center of the town, previously the local governor or mayor lived in it, now go and find out. Surely he lived with his family and confidants. There were two dozen fairly large bedrooms, various rooms and offices, well, utility rooms, including a kitchen. Downstairs there were storerooms and even a small prison. The casemates were still the same! I adapted them for magic laboratories, installing the necessary equipment there. Unfortunately, due to the fact that the spatial bag, where there were several medium and one large magic laboratory, was not available to me, I could only use a small one, and it is not able to satisfy my needs in future plans. Fortunately, among the five dozen stone houses of the town, a perfectly preserved mansion of a local magician was found, and there, in the basement, I also discovered a perfectly preserved middle laboratory, and this is already something. Therefore, in addition to lessons with students, mainly with the elders, let the kids first learn how to properly charge the drives and meditate, replenishing their sources with mana, and restoring the castle, in the sense of minor repairs, I spent a lot of time in the laboratory, where on sheets of Whatman paper I figured out the opportunity to return to me magic. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that everything, the magic could not be returned to me. Naturally, I examined the box up and down, the jeweler's glasses allowed me to see the weaving lines embedded in it. Fine work, I feel that the archmage worked here, no less.

There was only one conclusion: this is not a short-term deprivation of magic, but a real misfortune that cannot be fixed. This is not the "Prophet" that the saints from Torii used against me, it is just childish talk compared to weaving in a box, although earlier I considered the "Prophet" to be the pinnacle of magical art. I was wrong. Everything is much more serious here.

However, after three weeks of life on the island - I didn't even have time to come up with a name for it, the students themselves called it Reshina, that is, House, if translated into Russian, - after much thought and theoretical calculations on sheets of paper (in the meantime, I invented more a dozen spells - eight combat, one natural and one everyday), I still found a way out. Local magicians cannot help me in any way due to their complete absence, although I think that there are still survivors, they are just hiding, so I had to rely only on my brains. And they did not let me down, which made me happy.

I’ll say it bluntly: the aura of this body was irretrievably corrupted, I’m telling you this as a professional, a former magician-scientist, but there is only one opportunity left to become a magician again. General's method.

Vladimir Poselyagin

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For those who do not understand, I will explain. I just need to change the body: to leave the shell of a simple boy, the magician Count Arniki Son, and move my soul into a new body, into one that has a gift, and a gift is not weak, but at least of the first level. A rarity, of course, but there was a chance to find such a gifted person.

For the next two weeks I thought about everything according to this method and the more I did theoretical calculations and wrote weaving, the more and more I understood how difficult it was. First, I need ingredients for the laboratory, I didn't have everything. Secondly, we need helpers, at least two alchemists, and I was preparing one so far, albeit a very capable one, the rest were three fighters, a healer, a future healer, and a builder. Thirdly, we need experimental "volunteers" to train on "cats" before moving their consciousness. And for all this it was required to return to Shiron and arrange a raid on the temples of the holy ones. Moreover, I was going to free the captives and increase the number of my students by twenty people, I will not pull any more. Well, I was going to train on captured paladins, nevertheless, some gifted ones.

And there were other difficulties in all this. All the possibilities of magic were cut off for me and my soul, therefore, when I extract the soul from my future body, if, of course, I select something worthwhile for myself, then I will need to prescribe its magic on my soul. How to do this, there was an idea, he even discarded it from all sides on sheets of paper, but this is a theory, let's see what practice shows. The plan was simple. Magic is prescribed to the aura of the soul, this is a fact, and I found a way to leave the gift in the body, not to move it along with the soul. It is necessary to untie the magic from the aura for a while and tie it to the body until the procedure for transferring the soul is over, and then the gift is quickly attached to my aura devoid of magic. This is how I take back control of the magic and the dimensional bag.

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It will not work to change the consciousness in the souls without removing the latter from the bodies. Of course, this happened once, when I moved into the body of this boy and blended into his soul, but due to the fact that I was deprived of magic, I cannot repeat this, and students need to be taught this for five years, no less.

Thanks to virtual life for gaining experience in creating a school of magic in the territories under Stalin's control. Strange as it may seem, that experience came at the right time, I taught my students according to the methods developed by me, transferring all my knowledge that they could accept. That is, all the time that we spent on the island went for the future, it was like a year at the academy for the older students. I even took exams from them for the first year. They already knew something. For freshmen at the Torii academies, this is very good. They passed the theory of the first year almost completely.

Naturally, I taught not everyone, but those who were over ten years old. There were only seven of them. Five of them were with me now. I left Volt and Bella on the island for the elders, Volt was in charge of security, Bella was in charge of the kids' leisure and education. Younger girls helped them.

This is how it all happened. When we finished building the defenses, there were AGSs, "cords" and even cannons on the walls of the castle, the storerooms were full of supplies, the diesel generator was working, giving light to the rooms. Mi-com and I did the wiring. And then the six of us boarded the destroyer and set off at high speed back to Chiron. It was required to fulfill the following plan: to free the prisoners, mainly from magically gifted children, some of them, of course, will rush to their homes, but I will take some of them, those who have nowhere to go. I also need books on magic, yes, yes, I learned the language of local magicians and studied with interest that book on magic that I bought from a local peasant. It is a pity that she was alone, although the "Possibilities of cyclic use of magic in the field of intimate services" was useful to me. A book with such a strange title just described how to solve the problem of potency in men and frigidity in women, and it belonged to medicinal magic. I learned a lot, by the way, and the patterns of weaving were interesting.

In sixteen days, at full speed, we reached the coast of Chiron, now there was no need to sneak, the path was learned. I put the destroyer in the trunk, there is nothing for him to discharge the drives, cruising off the coast, and, calling the warehouse, drove the Ural out. Plunging into it, we staged a race against time. There were reasons for this: I spent two weeks on everything, besides, autumn was beginning on the continent, it was already getting colder. Here, of course, not Siberia, but like the latitudes of France, but there is considerable slush.

Naturally, everyone was tired. Three boys, including Mika, two girls and I slept in a moving car in turns, all managed to turn the heavy steering wheel, but we still reached the kingdom of Belor.

Of course, I told everything in a somewhat chaotic way, but in fact I actually only had a rest while driving, since even on a destroyer I spent most of my time in theoretical developments on my problem. And not in vain, the couple decided to relocate the soul, which bothered me especially. Nothing, there will still be time to perfect the idea of moving the soul from body to body and bring it to shine. Six months or a year, but it will be. I was in no hurry.

- Commander, move to eleven, - I heard a girlish voice in the speaker of the radio station inserted into my left ear. This distracted me from my thoughts.

“Acknowledged,” I answered mechanically and, shaking off my thoughtful numbness, raised my binoculars.

Moving to the hood of the car, I looked in the direction where one of the students noticed movement. By the way, on the island they called me Teacher, there I was their teacher, but now, in a combat operation that began with a landing on the coast, I again became a Commander for them.

“Peasants,” Mick said, lowering the Val he was holding. The good optics that were on the machine allowed him to see the unknown, but my marine binoculars were better and made it possible to see a little more than Mick could see through the scope.

“Peasants and guards,” I nodded.

- Priests? - Mick grinned angrily.

- Army men.

- Oh, these ... - my assistant and deputy waved his hand.

By the way, it was Mika who bore the brunt of my replacement, it was he who, while I was working in the laboratory or in my office, supervised the restoration of the castle and replaced me in almost everything. What, what, and organizational skills, multiplied by the knowledge of the paratrooper officer, he had a high level. Gain experience, still surpass me.

- These, not these, but extra eyes are of no use to us. We moved too fast, and the rumor of our appearance has not yet reached these places. This is what you need to use ... So, so, lieutenant, - I turned to Mik, who was standing a couple of meters away from me, which made him stretch out, devoutly eating me with his eyes, - listen to the order. You take two soldiers, secretly advance to the wagon train, there seem to be eight carts, and imperceptibly remove your tongue. Better than an officer. Deliver it here. All clear?

- That's right, - he saluted, throwing his hand to the uniform cap. - Allow me to do it?

“Do it,” I nodded.

The fact that we switched to the charter was not surprising. All were trained in the army knowledge of the Dead World, I assigned all military ranks, except for Mick, who received a lieutenant, the rest were sergeants. Moreover, we were on a combat operation, and it was easier that way. Tea is not what partisans, all with combat experience. Theoretical, it is true, but we will have time to type in the real.

Taking the other two boys, leaving the girls-snipers in my command - they both sat on the kunga, controlling the surroundings, - Mick jerked into the bushes, and the guys quickly disappeared from sight. After looking around, I went to the cockpit and sat down on the step, taking out a bar of chocolate. Our car was parked on a hill, below on the left side there was a bush on the slope, it was there that the guys hid, the foliage forest rustled on the right, he went further and walked next to the road, which, having gone down the hill, ran away to the crossroads of the field road. It was there that the girls examined the wagon train, informing me about it.

The wagon train was moving along a parallel road and did not turn in our direction, so the guys had to overcome about one and a half kilometers to get to it and somehow steal their tongues, and without raising an alarm. I didn't want to tell about myself. Until a suitable body is found. After all, not all will suit me either, it is better that no one knows that I have returned. But I was running out of time. No, it's not about my haste, I was afraid for the kids on the island. There were no adults there, Volt and Bella, of course, were the most responsible of my students, but they were also children. In short, I wanted to return as soon as possible. Of course, it's not worth guessing, who knows how fate will turn, but we'll see. The main thing is that I took the first step towards the rank of archmage with the subsequent transfer to the grand master, recruited students. The fact that now there is not a drop of magic in me, except for those amulets that are hung on the form, did not bother me much. The solution was found, it remains to decide how to turn everything around. There was only one problem - the magical ingredients. I had them, but in an inaccessible space bag. Problem, huh? To return magic, I need potions, and they are in a spatial bag, which I cannot open without the same magic. The saddest thing is that I simply have nowhere to get some of the necessary ingredients, well, the necessary varieties of herbs and trees do not grow in this world. However, not everything is so bad, I had one idea how to fix it all. The chance is one in a thousand, but I really hoped for it.

After refueling myself with high-calorie chocolate - judging by the rustling upstairs, the girls had a bite too - I went to the side, which had five cans (the boys were just refueling the car when they were called back with a new assignment), and, grabbing one, began to fill the tank. I had already filled the tank up to the top, when one of the girls, the eldest in the pair, One, reported that a rider was approaching from behind us. It looks like a courier.

“Knock him off his horse, but don’t kill him, I need a tongue,” I told her, putting the last empty canister in the holder on board.

“Okay,” she nodded, and from a seated position fired a shot from her “vintorez”.

In the distance there was a cry and a horse whinnying.

“The distance is three hundred twenty-five meters, the wounded animal lies motionless on the road, the horse has run off,” said our senior sniper.

“Acknowledged,” I nodded.

Straightening the belt of the machine gun on my shoulder, I hurried to the wounded man, preparing the amulet with "Lesser Healing" on the way. One shot in the shoulder, so I think the wound is serious.

And so it turned out, painful shock and severe blood loss - that was what the courier soldier, who was lying on the dusty road, had. He followed us - the Ural's tread print was clearly visible on the road. Earlier we tried to hide it by tying trees, but there was too much dust, and it did not help much. Moreover, we moved quickly, fifty - eighty kilometers per hour.

Having used the amulet three times, I stopped the blood, removing the pain shock, and bent over the wounded man. Patting him on the cheeks, bringing him to consciousness, he asked:

- Who is he and where are you going?

To my surprise, despite the situation, the courier turned out to be a tough nut to crack and categorically refused to answer. He was a soldier in the uniform of an army soldier of the kingdom of Belor, which was pleasing, which means that we had reached the necessary lands, but the courier himself, apparently, had combat experience. He was twenty-five years old, but he already had an old saber strike on his cheek and the confidence of an experienced soldier. This is the view of the veterans who have been to the battle.

I had to use the amulet to interrogate prisoners and prisoners from the arsenal of the ancient magicians of the Torii world. So in ten minutes I knew everything I needed. I felt sorry for the guy, he really was a veteran. And I used a memory erase spell, so this day would just fly out of his head. I didn't want to kill him: good people were rare, and the guy was just that. His moral principles impressed me, and it would be a foolish decision to take his life. The gene pool of the local world was already in decline, but here it is wrong to destroy the few right people. So, erasing my memory and putting the guy to sleep, I headed back to the car. All that is needed, I found out, is to wait for the guys, and you can move to the distant abbey. There were churches nearby, but they worried me a little, since it was to the abbey that the children of the damned were taken, preparing them for ritual burning. I even knew the date: in a week for some holiday.

I didn’t worry about the courier, his wound, of course, was serious, but I stopped the blood, removed the shock, in an hour he would come to his senses, I think he could climb the horse, he did not leave the owner, although he scared me, and would move on ...

Climbing the hill to the car, I again, for the third time, tried to contact Mick - this time the channel was stable - and told him to curtail the operation, the necessary information had already been received. He said that he would be waiting for us at the intersection. Having driven the girls from the box - they returned to the armored body of the Pokemon, - I started the cooling diesel engine and, rolling down the hill, immediately turned on the third speed, rolling, winding along the field road, until I found three fighters in the distance at the intersection. All were in spotted uniforms, in armor, unloading, and with machine guns. Only there were no "spheres" on the head, they were heavy for them. And how could it be otherwise, Miku turned fifteen the other day, the others were twelve years old.

Picking up the guys - Mick got into the cockpit, - I turned right, in the direction from which the train was moving, and, listening to the lieutenant's report, - they almost dragged the officer who had gone out of necessity when I hung up - clarified the situation. He listened to the message about the courier, nodded contentedly and returned to observing the road: mine was the left side and the road, his right and also the road. And so they drove.

It was already evening time, it was about three hours before dark, when we climbed that hill - the whole epic with the attempt to capture the security officer and interrogating the courier took too much time from us, so when we managed to drive seventeen kilometers, it began to get dark.

“Five kilometers left to the abbey,” I said, pulling off the road to the side of the road and turning off the engine. It was already completely dark, although one of the moons stood in the sky, but there was very little light from it. - Now we are deploying the warehouse, taking the BMP and the armored personnel carrier. We move to the nearest approaches, we camouflage ourselves, I will install the noise suppression amulet on the cars so that they do not give us away with the roar of engines, we sleep off and from tomorrow morning we begin to conduct reconnaissance. I'll go to the abbey. Only I do not have magic, so they will not be detected. We will keep in touch by radio station. You, - I jabbed a finger at the guy, - in the camp for the elder.

“Got it,” Mick nodded.

The instruments on the panel glowed dimly, so that I could see the lieutenant's face, he listened to me very attentively and seriously. The plan was not bad, but we had to hurry, we’ll hardly have more than one or two days. You can't disguise the pit from under the warehouse, I don't have such an amulet, so we arm ourselves with solid weapons and move to the abbey.

It was dark, however, starting the engine, I drove the car further into the field - from the words of the courier, I approximately knew the local surroundings. Mick, by the way, carefully listened to the recording of his interrogation on the dictaphone. Yes, yes, I did not know his language, and I had to teach the prisoner Russian. It turns out that the territories surrounding us look like this: a forest, in the center of it is an abbey, and this is a whole complex of temples and various buildings, next to two villages, from which food was supplied to the saints. They have several inns for pilgrims. Close to the lake, which supplied the holy and village water. Around the forest there are endless fields, four villages and several roads that flowed into the forest. There is a city by the river, but it is no longer on the abbey grounds.

We drove along one of the roads until we turned into an open field with the harvested crop. It looked like it had been raining recently, and the car was running with some difficulty, picking up wet ground on its wheels.

I did not drive far from the road, we will carry out the operation either tomorrow evening, or the day after tomorrow morning, so I think our appearance will not be immediately discovered. Especially since the holidays are coming soon, and the local population was getting ready for them - on the road, besides a wagon train and a pair of horsemen, we never met. By the way, the horsemen will not tell anyone anything, the snipers have worked. We didn't need witnesses.

Without stopping the car, I left the cab, the others also went down to the loose field, where the stalks of mown wheat were visible. Having opened the warehouse, I waited for the guys to drive out the armored vehicles, and drove the Ural inside. The car was inspected, the tank and cans were filled. After that, the warehouse was closed, and we climbed onto the armor. I took the place of the commander in the battery tower, and Mick took the place of the commander in the battery. The guys took the place of the mechanics, the girls were the gunners. So we drove straight across the field towards the forest. The BMP walked in front, rushing with the engine, my car followed. I was thinking about taking a tank, but its power, in my opinion, was excessive.

Having reached the edge of the forest, without stopping, we began to go deeper into the forest. The fact that we were not moving along the road worried us a little, small trees were demolished by the BMP on the move, crushing under itself or, conversely, filling up on itself, bypassed large ones. But, be that as it may, by midnight we walked about two kilometers and stood in a tiny clearing, where a small stream sparkled in the rays of the local moon. While Mick was organizing the camp and setting up posts, I ran to the abbey and, using the Eye amulet, looked around, figuring out how I would act tomorrow.

The abbey and one of the villages were located on one side of the lake, the second village was on the other, so there were really two villages, each with a population of one hundred to one hundred and fifty. The villages were ordinary, wooden log cabins, due to lack of space, small vegetable gardens, well, and a farm. Both belonged to the saints. Four inns by him.

Now about the abbey itself. All the surrounding lands and villages belonged to him, so the saints here were full-fledged owners. Everything I saw hinted at it. True, it was now deep night and everyone was asleep, but my experienced eye could see everything. The abbey, to my surprise, was large and, importantly, made of stone. It was clear that the magicians built it, otherwise where did so many stones come from, there are no quarries nearby, and why the walls do not have masonry, but look monolithic. I would even suggest that the abbey was once the summer residence of one of the dead magicians of this world. The large building was clearly a palace earlier, now it is the main temple. The alterations were noticeable, but the basis is old. The rest of the buildings were previously outbuildings and outbuildings. The pious monks lived in the wing, and in the temple they seemed to have cells. But the fence around this complex of buildings remained from the previous owners. It was long, enveloping the entire district of buildings, iron, artistically forged, on a stone foundation. Even in appearance it was very strong, which is probably why the monks did not begin to demolish and alter it. Sharp stakes at the top made it impossible to crawl through it. On the territory of the old estate there was an orchard, and it was clear that the monks cared for and cherished him, he was very much ennobled.

On the side of the fence, at one of the entrance gates, there was one village, I spoke about the second one, it was on the other side of the lake.

I figured out how to get to the abbey, but where the captive children were kept, I did not know. I could not start the scan, because there was a signal amulet on the temple, which would immediately detect my scan and raise an alarm, but I do not need that. If it hadn't been for the loss of magic, I would have adjusted the “Eye” amulet, and that, unnoticed, would have scanned all the territories for me, but I had no magic, it saddened me. So, after studying the area for half an hour, I did not find anything special. Although no ... there was still something interesting.

- What is this? I muttered to myself.

I used the “eye” in the recording mode so that my student soldiers, who were preparing a camp three hundred meters behind me, could also study the zone of future hostilities. So the spell, so that it would not be detected, hung at three thousand meters and in direct observation and recording mode showed me everything that was happening on the territory of the abbey, and, of course, the night view mode was activated, so the recording was of high quality.

I noticed the pillar dug into the ground not far from the residential wing at once, but only now I discovered that it was by no means empty. A prisoner was tied to him - a boy of about fifteen. Having enlarged the image, I cleaned it and, scowling at the unconscious boy, stated that he had been tied to the post for two days already. There was a full bucket of water two meters away from him. He was clearly not allowed to drink, torturing him with the sight of water. The saints act badly, very badly. I was not going to take prisoners anyway, but then I just confirmed my decision.

Leaving the "Eye" hanging over the lake, so it covered all the buildings, including the houses of both villages, I headed towards the camp. So far, not a single dog knew about our appearance, as we were moving under the cover of the "Hidden" and "Silence" amulets.

- Hang up! Line up! - I ordered, and as soon as the students lined up in one line, I continued: - Listen to the battle order. There are three hundred meters to the edge, and the same distance to the outskirts of the village. You need to go around the village unnoticed, enter the abbey's territory and steal the prisoner, whom the priests have tied to the pillar. He's unconscious, so he'll have to be carried, Medium Heal won't help here. You need to steal him so that the priests would think that he himself escaped, no trace. Have questions?

- When to nominate and what kind of security is there? Mick asked.

- I made the entry with the Eye, so as soon as you study it and coordinate the actions of each fighter, then move forward. There are guards, two sentries at the gates, both of the holy army, which means there is a combat unit there. Also, three dogs run around the territory, but they do not touch the prisoner.

“I see,” Mick nodded.

Having received the recording, he stepped aside and, taking out the most ordinary earthly tablet, naturally from the Dead World, threw the recording onto it and began to view it with his guys, figuring out how they would act. I myself decided not to participate in the operation, let them learn to work and fight without being watched from above. Miku definitely needs this, he matured very quickly. Moreover, the operation was not difficult.

It was easy to explain about the tablet and transferring the recording from the magic crystal, I was able to make a magic adapter that converts the signal to understandable microcircuits of the tablet.

I didn't even insure them, climbed into the troop compartment of the armored personnel carrier and fell asleep calmly. Why should I worry? Everyone has the knowledge and experience of the officers of the Dead World, so you only need to apply this knowledge in practice. The guys and girls made a little noise on the armor, removing some boxes and weapons, and then everything calmed down, which made me finally fall asleep.

They woke me up before dawn, knocking the butt on the armored personnel carrier's armor. Mick waited until I, sleepily yawning, climbed out, and began to report on the brilliantly performed operation. I must say, really brilliantly carried out. The battle group under the command of Mick moved to the abbey, bypassing the village. The dogs did not smell them, as the guys were sprayed with a special liquid, which was used by the special forces of the Dead World. We got to the fence, where the snipers, using a special rifle - unfortunately, there was only one copy of it - put the abbey dogs to sleep for two hours. Then, along the attached folding aluminum ladder, the guys under the cover of the girls got over to the other side and ran to the post, the guards at the gate did not bother them. Special shoe covers on my feet did not leave marks, otherwise the ribbed marks from the soles of the ankle boots could lead the saint to suspicion in the morning, yet rumors about me spread throughout the continent, and the saints took action.

The guys got to the post and began to untie the ropes, you can't cut it, it's too noticeable a trace. They imposed on the boy with the help of an amulet two spells "Average healing", which is why he even ran to the fence himself, and wiped his tracks. Then they helped the rapidly losing prisoner to climb over the fence; the fact that he blew out half a bucket of water did not help him, after which Mick threw the prisoner on his shoulder and ran to our camp, the rest turned the stairs and followed him. Everything about everything took barely two hours.

- Well done, - I praised my students, although I myself believed that the operation was trifling, and what we will do in a few hours will require much more effort. - Everyone to rest, I will take care of the saved ones myself.

While the students settled in their sleeping bags, I approached the prisoner. He was half-sitting at the rear wheel of the armored personnel carrier. Having applied the crystal of the amulet to my eye, I determined that in front of me was an initiated but not trained gifted one. He smelled too much of mana. It looks like he hadn't heard of a baby net.

Mick did not go to bed with the others, although he was noticeably tired. Before the operation, he uses a medical amulet, and he will relieve sleep and fatigue as if by hand.

- Who it? - I asked the released guy.

Mick translated my question.

- Elios de Girona, Viscount di Girona, son of the Marquis di Girona, governor of the southern province of Girona.

The boy continued to sit relaxed by the wheel, occasionally sipping from a flask or taking a bite of a bar of chocolate. Medium Heal healed him so that he could eat and drink as much as he wanted without medical restrictions.

Vladimir Poselyagin

The Ural, roaring with its engine, went up the hill and stopped, the tonality of the engine's operation changed to a quiet rumbling. After leaving the cockpit, I ordered to leave the armored body in the headset of the radio. The two-day movement across the continent of Shiron, stopping only for refueling and for natural needs, was coming to its logical conclusion. We arrived at the site.

Yes, yes, I returned to the continent of Belona, the world of Elio, where I was greeted so inhospitable, forever deprived of my ability to magic, and from where I literally had to flee. I had good reasons to return. I think, while the guys and girls, having escaped according to their natural needs to the close edge of the forest, settle down by the car, taking positions around it, it is worth explaining what happened from the moment we discovered the closed continent, the dead city and met stalkers off the coast.

Yes, the adventures that we grabbed there could have been enough for ten, but in principle, everything ended well for us. Still, after a short thought, I refused to move to the dead city and take the local palace complex under my arm, and I said this more for the commanders of stalkers, that they listened to me attentively. So, after talking closely with them, finding out everything that was needed and copying their cards for a small fee, where various settlements were drawn on this coast of the continent, I let them go, and we returned to the destroyer. Then it was simple, I gave the order to Vasiliev and we went in search of a small island where the settlements could survive, deciding to make it our shelter, where we deploy our magic school. In principle, where the school is located, it does not matter where the teacher or teacher is, there is the school, but for now we will settle on one of the islands. During our travels near this continent, we met five islands, but we did not explore them, we passed by the side, now it was necessary to correct this defect and find an island where there are no inhabitants, I do not need aborigines. We found the island quickly, the third in a row attracted everyone, small, but with a surprisingly high forest-covered top. Its dimensions were seven kilometers by twelve, with the remains of three settlements, including a small town surrounded on all sides by a fortress wall. Here we took it.

The next month we cleaned it and settled in. Or rather, not so, the children, under my supervision, washed and cleaned the castle while Mick and Volt and I carried out minor repairs, since I had the cement and the necessary tools. The castle itself was located in the center of the town, it was small, previously there lived a local governor or mayor, now, go and find out. Surely he lived with his family and confidants. There were two dozen fairly large bedrooms, various rooms and offices and utility rooms, including a kitchen. Downstairs there were storerooms and even a small prison. The casemates were still the same. I adapted these casemates for magic laboratories and brought there, installing the necessary equipment, a laboratory. Unfortunately, due to the fact that the spatial bag, where there were several medium and one large magic laboratory, was not available to me, I could only use a small one, but it is not able to satisfy my plans for the future. Fortunately, among the five dozen stone houses of the town, there was a perfectly preserved house of a local magician; there, in the basement of the mansion, I also found a perfectly preserved middle laboratory, and this is already something. So, in addition to lessons with students, mainly with the elders, kids are still of little use for this, let them learn to first properly charge the accumulators and meditate, replenishing their sources with mana. So between my studies, the restoration of the castle, in the sense of minor repairs, I also spent a lot of time in the laboratory, where, on large sheets of paper and whatman paper, I figured out the possibility of returning the magic to me. And the more I worked and thought about it, the more I realized that everything, the magic could not be returned to me. Naturally, I examined the box up and down, the jeweler's glasses allowed me to see the lines of weaving that were embedded there. Fine work, I feel that the archmage worked here, no less.

There was only one conclusion, the magic cannot be returned to me, this is not a short-term deprivation, but a real misfortune that cannot be fixed. This is not the "Prophet" that the saints from Torii used against me, this weaving, compared to what was in the box, is just childish babble, although earlier I considered the "Prophet" to be the pinnacle of magical art. I was wrong. No, everything is much more serious here.

However, after three weeks of life on the island, I didn't even have time to come up with a name for it, the students themselves called it "Reshina", "House" if translated into Russian. So after much thought and theoretical calculations on sheets of paper, where I invented about a dozen more spells, by the way, eight of them were combat, one natural and one everyday, I found a way out. Local magicians cannot help me in any way, due to their complete absence, although personally I think that there are still survivors, they are just hiding well, so I had to rely only on myself and my brains. And they did not let me down, that made me happy.

Frankly, the aura of this body was irretrievably corrupted, I am telling you this as a professional, a former magician-scientist, but there is only one opportunity left to become a magician again. General's method.

For those who do not understand, I will explain. I just need to change the body, leaving the shell of a simple boy magician Count Arnie Ki Son and move my soul into a new body, into the body that has the Gift, and the Gift is not weak, but at least the first level. A rarity, of course, but there was a chance to find such a gifted person. For the next two weeks, I thought about everything according to this method and the more I did theoretical calculations and wrote weaving and what ingredients were needed for a magic laboratory, then I understood more and more how difficult it was. First, I need ingredients for the laboratory, I didn't have everything. Secondly, I needed assistants, at least two alchemists, while I was training one alchemist, albeit a very capable one, the rest were three fighters, a healer, a future healer, and a builder. Thirdly, I needed experimental volunteers to train on "cats" before moving consciousness. That is, in order to do all this, it was required to return to the continent of Shiron and arrange a raid on the temples of the holy ones. Moreover, I was going to free the captives and increase the number of my students. At least twenty people, no more, I just can't pull more. Well, I was going to train on captured paladins, nevertheless, some gifted ones.

And there were other difficulties in all this. All the possibilities of magic were cut off for me and my soul, therefore, when I extract the soul from my future "body", if, of course, I select something worthwhile for myself, then I will need to prescribe its magic on my soul. There was an idea how to do it, he even discarded it from all sides on sheets of paper, but this is a theory, let's see what practice shows. The plan was simple, magic is prescribed to the aura of the soul, this is a fact, so I found a way out how to leave the Gift in the body and not move it along with the soul. And so do it, untie it for a while from the aura and tie it to the body until the transfer procedure is over, and there the Gift is quickly tied to my aura devoid of magic. This is how I take back control of the magic and the dimensional bag.

It is impossible to change consciousness in souls without removing the latter from bodies. Of course, once this happened when I moved into the body of this boy and blended into his soul, but due to the fact that I was deprived of magic, I cannot repeat this, and the students need to be taught this for at least five years.

Thanks to virtual life in gaining the experience of creating a magic school on the territory of Stalin's control. That experience came as oddly at the right time, I taught my students according to the methods developed by me. But he taught without making them mediocre magicians, but gave them everything, all the knowledge that they could accept and that I knew. That is, those two and a half months that we spent on the island went for the future, these two months for older students is like a year at the Academy. I even took exams from them for the first year. They already knew something. For freshmen at the Torii Academies, this is very good. They passed the theory of the first year almost completely.

Naturally, I did not teach everyone, but those who were over ten years old. There were only seven of them, and I taught them. Now with me were five of them, except for Volt and Bella, who remained for the elders on the island, and who were responsible for the protection and leisure of the little ones. Younger girls helped them. Volt was in charge of security, Bella was in charge of leisure and education of the kids.

This is how it all happened. When we finished building the defenses, there were "AGS", "Kordy" and even cannons on the camps of the castle, the storerooms were full of supplies, the diesel generator was working, giving light to the rooms, the wiring was done by Mick and I, the six of us plunged into the destroyer and at high speed went back to the continent of Chirona. Now it was required to fulfill the following plan, to free the prisoners, mainly from the magic gifted children, some, of course, will rush to their homes, but I will take some of them, those who have nowhere to go. I also needed books on magic, yes, yes, I learned the language of local magicians and studied with interest that book on magic that I bought from a local peasant. It is a pity that she was alone, although the "Possibilities of cyclic use of magic in the field of intimate services" was useful to me. Such a strange name just described how to solve the problem of potency in men and frigidity in women, and belonged to medicinal magic. By the way, I learned a lot of new things, and the patterns of weaving were interesting.

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Yes, the adventures that we grabbed there could have been enough for ten, but in principle, everything ended well for us. Still, after a short thought, I refused to move to the dead city and take the local palace complex under my arm, and I said this more for the commanders of stalkers, that they listened to me attentively. So, after talking closely with them, finding out everything that was needed and copying their cards for a small fee, where various settlements were drawn on this coast of the continent, I let them go, and we returned to the destroyer. Then it was simple, I gave the order to Vasiliev and we went in search of a small island where the settlements could survive, deciding to make it our shelter, where we deploy our magic school. In principle, where the school is located, it does not matter where the teacher or teacher is, there is the school, but for now we will settle on one of the islands. During our travels near this continent, we met five islands, but we did not explore them, we passed by the side, now it was necessary to correct this defect and find an island where there are no inhabitants, I do not need aborigines. We found the island quickly, the third in a row attracted everyone, small, but with a surprisingly high forest-covered top. Its dimensions were seven kilometers by twelve, with the remains of three settlements, including a small town surrounded on all sides by a fortress wall. Here we took it.

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