Aliment

by Oigresz

tml-The main character is caught in Momonga's body. The main idea is to reveal a number of moments that were missed in the original history, and at the same time show something like "Overlord of a healthy person", because the Japanese are still very peculiar people, we would even say "with a moron". That is why their heroes are appropriate. -

2. Chapter 2

Sadly to admit, there are positive aspects to being an undead. You don't need to eat or sleep, your eyes don't get tired of reading for a long time, no shaving or brushing your teeth every day, your limbs don't get numb from being motionless in one position, your back doesn't hurt, and there isn't even any sweat ... Am I reassuring myself? Yes. Not that I was worried, but I reassure myself, because the artifacts of the reroll literally burn the pocket, even if it looks like a "subspace inventory" ... And the undead have almost no discomfort during magical exhaustion, and taking into account the speed of recovery mana and the size of the magic reserve (and both the Lich have monstrous bonuses), earning it is not a trivial task. But the same Pleiades, after fulfilling the order to check ALL their magic for some time, did not just barely crawl, but the pleasure from their condition was clearly received little - exactly. Speaking of magic. The books in Nazarick, on the one hand, exceeded expectations. But on the other hand ... Even taking into account the fact that in some incomprehensible way I understood the language in which they were written ... No, not like that. I could read what is written there, but do you generally represent the level of literature that should be in the personal Tomb of Archilich? Yes, I felt like a preschool child, that for some reason I got to the books on mathematical modeling and theories of singularity! By the way, there were also books about the "singularity", I even found out in this volume a textbook on casting the spell of the Black Hole, which I completely owned ... only I didn't even understand all the pretexts in it! And nothing of the level of "magic for dummies" I have never come across. I haven't rummaged through the entire library yet, but I have suspicions that I will not find anything of a basic level here. The maximum is a dictionary of terms that I got at the very beginning, well, one of those that "translate" unreadable inhuman definitions into simply "a bunch of inhuman definitions, but conditionally readable". As an unforgettable "Adiabatic approximation - an approximation in the theory of solids, in which the motion of the cores of ions in the crystal lattice is considered as a perturbation." Here and then I found out what "Graviton magic pressure" is, but it's not easier for me, because I have no idea what kind of beast "zero-directed mass spirits" are and why this pressure is expressed through them ... Yes, by the way, Another plus of being undead is that my brains do not melt at all and my ears do not curl up into a tube. Who said "because you don't have them"? For the sake of variety, there were also "normal books" but how romance novels, hentai manga, or the self-instruction manual "PC for dummies" could help me now, I had little idea. As well as what it does next to the Book of the Dead, which tells how to become the Elder Lich. Rather, I knew the answer from the memory of my predecessor - the old trick with burying diamonds in a pile of manure, with the only difference that where exactly and what diamonds to look for, only members of the guild and the curators of the library knew. But this did not change the facts, even though these stubborn Japanese stuffed all the shelves in the library with cheap duplicates of passable draft books and other waste paper, the simplest thing that could be found here is the literature of a "professional young magician", that is, level thirtieth, if we speak in language games. Alas, I needed something for the first-tenth level, since even "thirty" already relied on concepts that I could not understand. In short, it was clear that I needed to get somewhere or textbooks of the level of a village medicine man, or a full-fledged teacher. Moreover, I cannot turn to my "tame monsters". They, along the way, do not bother with the magic theory at all - this time. Even Titus Anneus Secundus, the senior library caretaker, who has a desire for experimentation in his character, was, in fact, a simple crafter of typical magic scrolls, which he bluntly stamped with the skill of the profession. In short, my question can cause them a "blue screen of death", by the way, there are two. And hell knows what will happen to them after getting out of the freeze - three. Maybe they will forget how to conjure, or maybe they will come to the conclusion that "the king is not real!" Be that as it may, I was not drawn to experiments in this direction. Well, if we were talking about subordinates ... It was necessary to give orders to not very adequate, but very proactive executors very, very carefully. And if the "testing of magic" still passed without incidents, then with the exploration of the surrounding area, everything was not so good. Even the sweetheart Aura somehow, from the decree "Let's carefully scout the surrounding area", came to the concept of "catching all living things in the nearest forest, skinning and sawing! But because the skins, furs are soft, and the horns on the walls are beautiful! And also the skin of people and other lower creatures can be put on parchment for magic scrolls! " When I realized that she was all serious about this, that is, for her there really is no ethical difference between the desire to lie on soft skins and plans to let all the oncoming and transverse mushroom pickers go for ingredients, I almost had a heart attack! Why is there, the "icy wind" bringing my consciousness back to normal, at that time I had to two minutes - to think only, two minutes! - to ventilate the brains, while usually a couple of seconds were enough! .. The mentioned wind again gently touched the essence, reducing the intensity of emotions. As strange as it sounds to a lich. In general, with such subordinates, you really feel like a drunk dancer in a minefield. I have no other analogy. But at least the intelligence reports themselves were normal ... it seems. Nothing reasonable has been revealed, Vladyka! The herd of deer has been destroyed for your glory, Master! The scout monsters have had a snack and are ready to continue their search ... y-yes. I feel that the world will still have to be conquered, if only just so that these figures do not destroy it, and they are so embarrassed to "break the Master's property". But it is still worth dwelling a little more on the reports of my "tame monsters". To be honest, I'm just shocked. No, I "remembered" that 41 nerd-maniacs, pouring almost all their free time and money into the game, turned the Great Tomb into an impenetrable tin, which once withstood the assault from the alliance of eight TOP guilds, reinforced by "free mercenaries ", NPCs and donated buffs. And there are 41 maniacs against them and their dungeon non-writers. And they laid it all downfifteen hundredintruders ... Let it be on the penultimate floor, but they put it! This, damn it, is cooler than in "World of Warcraft" to go into one person on the battlefield "Alterac Valley" and drag, in real life, embodying the main theme of the song "We are not afraid of the paladin - forty of us, but he is one." Moreover, it was far from at the "sunset" of the server, so that both Ainz Oalovs managed to successfully defend themselves and track their "colleagues". And the hamsters of these hardcore players who started for the "persecuted" races were absolutely monstrous. 11 World Class items are simply indescribable. What is World Class? In essence, this is a piece of the console. Let it be limited so as not to break the balance on the knee at all, but still. For example, the Philosopher's Stone, the guild did not manage to get to it, but there was a description on the network - it generated gold and healing potions of the highest quality. No ingredient costs, reusable. Just pour mana into it and wait for the cooldown of the CD (both are expressed in ridiculous meanings), and in return - a slot of twenty "healoks" and one hundred thousand gold. And it was still considered a "weak" object, well, yes, there were a couple of "pebbles" in Momonych's storehouse, one of which allowed rewriting the magic system, the other - the physics of the world. The throne in Nazarick, by the way, was also from the category of these wunderwafels, so I had the honor to kick the artifact that ultimately protects Nazarick from destruction by other World Class items, and of everything that is smaller, too ... But what, I had it tightly in my belly one such object was mounted, stylized as a red billiard ball, and at the very beginning the Ginungagap rod peeped out of Albedo's delicate paws - the True Void, for a second, the most powerful object in the game for destroying large areas, in fact, "Exterminatus control panel", which Tabula Smaragdina put there "for fun". Damn, the exterminatus control panel ... which is now in Albedo's tender paws ...

I may be undead, but I clearly wanted to swallow. And shiver nervously. And also to think, how would this thing be out of harm's way ... however, I clearly did not like the prospect of taking this damned exterminatus from a level 100 demon, even if the demon seemed to be loyal. So, okay, let me just pretend I didn't notice this thing in her hands, okay? In the end, if they wish to smash the whole world, they will smash it anyway, so let's leave weapons of mass destruction in the hands of an inadequate demon, what could go wrong here? Ah-ah-ah-ah! .. So, let's have another purge of the skull, otherwise we will not sleep for long! The icy wave and the former calmness returned to me again. Yes, they would have such enthusiasm and ingenuity in the real world - they could well capture some third world country. Now to the specifics. Items, that the reality is bent - eleven. Almost all of them are reusable, some, however, have their own "price of power" in the form of hanging debuffs, or even dropping the level or even "removing the character". Besides that, almost five hundred ... - five hundred, Karl! - items of the "divine" class, which, in my opinion, are not so far behind the World ones. By the way, I do not take into account the sets of equipment of the rest of the guild - there are tied things, even if the comrades, leaving the game, threw off all their junk to Momonych and tied the gear to him, the class restrictions did not disappear - the skeleton mage could not be equipped with a hefty two-handed ax no way ... almost. But this is another forty "shelves", each of which has five complete body kits (raid, pvp, for different specializations, just "for the soul") ... minimum. And all these kits are gods and myths. Speaking of the latter, their account was already in the thousands. And again, from consumables to equipment, for which a player who has reached the level cap will not hesitate to grab his comrades' throats. No, the admins definitely sympathized with these maniacs. Either for wagering, or for a large total donate, but how else they got it all, I just don't understand ... Oh, yes, this is a bright Korean-Japanese future, where you can deposit money and get an increased amount of drops from bosses. Memory of Momonga, sometimes I want not to know you ... Meanwhile, the lists of things of the epic class were already ... eight cabinets. Eight. Hefty ones. Scored by the most "I can not". Five meters high. And three wide. Wardrobes! .. And there were eight of them. And these are just lists with the name, short description and quantity. Papers. Piles of pieces of paper. For eight wardrobes. I was afraid there that my NPCs will say the "blue screen of death", right? And I was the first to catch him ... Nobody even thought of counting things of "rare" and lower rank. It was something akin to garbage and the most popular consumables. But there were more than twenty thousand artifacts in the form of books alone (Call of the Battle Chimera is a rare consumable of level 50. The rest were about the same). And they were used to sniff legendary and mythical literature in their ranks. And the local "librarian" could craft all this - just supply the resources. And when I say everything - I really mean EVERYTHING that concerns scrolls and other paper-related topics. This thing could even copy the notorious Book of the Dead - a Legendary class item. Even if it is expensive. Myths are even more expensive, but, again, the fact itself. This did not apply only to World Items and those that were issued for donation. But it was logical. Donate things, by the way, generally killed. A +100 buff to all stats that persists for a day and "after death"? No question - that warehouse over there is packed to capacity. Leveling up protection from magic or physics? Look next - the necessary potions are there. And it was still flowers. Berries went for "overriding system restrictions" things. Do you want a magician with a two-handed ax? Use this wand and grab any drin in your hands, however, if you want to take a drin of a different class / type, or even just another, you will have to use it again - the restriction was removed for a specific character on a specific item. Finance and ingredients ... ahem ... if the guys from Ainz stupidly brought the mined game gold into real life, they would become multimillionaires. Everyone. The famous Disney duck who loved to bathe in gold in its vault can drown in the same place with envy - in the "treasury" of Nazarick I could sail in a submarine. Nuclear submarine. And no problem. After getting acquainted with the "materiel" list of personnel, I was frankly scared to open. No, I already knew the "main characters". It's just the trick that all the demons who happily swore allegiance to me were ... Floor Bosses. That is, those uncles and aunts who are waiting for the adventurers at the end of the dungeon. A very, very large dungeon. So, in addition to the "marshals", I also had lists of "generals", "colonels", "majors", "captains" and so on, so on, so on. Very long lists. Yes damn it, one Shalltear had a whole retinue of all trash, in which only the "Vampire Brides" were pleasant to the eye, but the same "Elder Vampires" were already Van Hellsing's nightmare, for not only are the freaks, which ones to look for, so also creatures of level 60, but because of all the bonuses from the "presence of the progenitor" and "terrain", even a couple of such guys could put 100 level adventurers off the heels if they clicked on a bite. Outside Nazarick, their effectiveness, of course, will decrease, but they will be able to make very, very many think about the eternal. And all the "Prosto" and "Young" bloodsuckers were countless. And after all, not only vampires! Demons, golems, evil spirits, chimeras, good old skeletons, from the "simple" skeletons of level 20 that the "good" Ainz Oalians dressed in armor of Rare quality and armed with the same weapons, to various Death Knights, Eye Dead, Pale Riders, necrochimer and other undead meat from the sixtieth to the ninetieth level. And for special connoisseurs, there were whole settlements of draconians, cat people (not cat girls, unfortunately. Very brutal anthropomorphic cats), insects and other tin. Crowned the pictureBattle Maidsas the last line of defense. And that was their class. That is, someone is a Magician, someone is a Knight, and here is a Battle Maid. A rare class, by the way, is not just given. In general, to summarize, I have resources for a small victorious war, even with the whole world, if there is no such monster in it. And the troops - to the total genocide of everything that moves. What does not move, they will stir up and also zagnocide. Because all this splendor has "aliment", if translated into a more or less familiar system to me, "Chaotic-Evil", with rare, rare exceptions. I used to think that I just fell into the Dark Lord, who is surrounded by a dozen super-strong maniacs. Let them be outrageously powerful, but only a dozen. But then it turned out that I have such maniacs - really legions. And they all need something to do. Well, except for the undead, yes. The undead are beautiful! I put them in a corner, said to stand to wait, they stand and wait - just once a month send dust off them to wipe them off. Uh-huh, a detachment of fighting, their mother, maids. Cool, damn it.

Putting aside another sheet of paper with the lines of Albedo's report, I got up from the table and walked to a large mirror that occupies a significant area of one of the walls of my office. Yes, in Nazarick there was a completely modern study, a subspecies of "the blue dream of the general director of Gazprom." Rather, there were exactly forty-one of them - one for the private chambers of each member of the guild. And there were also communal baths, a bar, a living room, a general store, a boutique, an art store, a nail salon, a dining room and a bunch of other, previously purely decorative, but now quite really working establishments. And this is only the ninth floor ... The grotesquely angular physiognomy of a skeleton dressed in the mantle of a stereotypical black magician, for some reason unbuttoned in the belly, looked at me from the mirror. Moreover, the mantle was exactly stereotyped, literally everything in it, starting from stubborn shoulder pads with built-in billiard balls, making my figure visually three times wider than it is, and ending with sleeves to the ground, shouted: "I am the evil and terrible lord of the dead, buga-ha!" Naturally drawn villain for a children's cartoon. And this stereotype literally in everything around really pissed me off. It's one thing to look at it on a monitor screen, and quite another to live in it. But don't give a damn about the aesthetic tastes of Suzuki Satoru, as Momonga was called in real life, in the end, I could change the look of my clothes by spending a little gold from the treasury, the problem was different. How, with a height of more than two meters, impersonate a person? The "mask of envy" that Momonych used for this purpose, excuse me, looks even dumber than my real face in the mirror (I already had the opportunity to make sure), and I have a suspicion that it was not the fact that people believed in the legend invented by the guy hastily played there, but the fact that these people had brains and they sensibly decided that to anger this dangerous hell from the mountain, to which such creatures obey like a Death Knight, better not. Says a wandering spellcaster? Nod and agree! You have to agree with dangerous psychos! I personally do not see any other logical explanations. Of course, there is no point in completely repeating Momonga's actions with games of masquerade and hanging noodles on everyone's ears ... But this is true only if I was thrown into the same world as him. Of course, the meadows around Nazarick indirectly confirm this, but indirectly - not reliably. With the same success, I could have been transferred to some "Attack of the Titans" with billions of predatory giants that have taken over the world, or there Hjørvard from the universe of Ordered authorship of Nick Perumov, but during the reign of the Young Gods. Why not? This is not the worst case yet! Well, how will a hive of tyranids emerge in orbit now, and the tank corps of the Blood Ravens will be trampled over the nearest mountain? In general, until I am 100% sure that I have ended up in the same world as my recipient in the canon, it is better to proceed from the worst, and the worst is when you have to dive in order to survive, disguising yourself as locals and sitting quietly under a broom. But how to do this if in all of Nazarick there was not a single ring, token or any other artifact that would reliably change its appearance without affecting abilities? No matter how much I strained Momonga's memory, I could not unearth a single mention of such things. That is, they were in Yggdrasil, but specifically one bruised guild of roleplayers basically did not collect these items! They are, you see, for the entourage, for the authenticity - no compromises and indulgences, only hardcore! How? This thing will allow you to enter the bright city and get access to the hostile auction without any problems? Burn heresy! Auto-da-fe! Exterminatus! Let's save the world from this abomination with a cleansing fire ! 1111adinadinadin And I seriously, it happened a couple of times! It didn't even help that these psychos in the process fiddled with this role-playing, literally hiccupping into the microphone with laughter, because according to the result I still didn't get anything! As a result, I could only impose an illusion on myself, but it flew off from any damage or defensive action on my part, or put on full magic armor through a spell reversal of skills, allowing for a selected time to translate all magical stats into physical ones, that is, to turn from a magician into a fighter. By the standards of Yggdrasil, it is an ability about nothing, since, in addition to the basic set of skills for handling weapons and the physical characteristics themselves, it did not give anything. It turned out to be just a fat unit, capable of stupidly hammering with a sword, without any combat skills, special techniques and reinforcing abilities. Actually, it was him that Momonga used, playing the role of a black knight in the guild of adventurers, but in terms of effectiveness, this enchantment did not differ much from an illusion, take off your helmet - and everything about you is clear. - Narberal, - I beckoned to the battle maid, who stood in a motionless statue at the door to the office. I stopped paying attention to the intrusive guardianship from the NPC already in the first hour of detailed study of Nazarick. Wherever I go, next to it all the time, either Sebas or someone from the Pleiades was attached as a shadow. Mindful of their fad on the topic that the gentleman should always be accompanied in order to be able to become his shield in case of danger and further in the text, I did not even stutter about objections. Not because I did not believe in my ability to send them and defend my right to personal space, but because I did not see the point in this. It is also very useful to have a maid next to you, who will meekly clean everything up after you after digging in the next chest with artifacts or take the books taken back to the library. I don't understand why Momonga was so nervous about a situation like this ... "Yes, Momonga-sama?" - leaned forward a beautiful doppelganger with Asian, well, in an anime manner, facial features. - I need to find or make a mask for me. A simple faceless gray mask with some transparent material in the holes for the eyes so that you can't see my eye sockets from the outside is a small effort, and an approximate illusion of what I want appears over my palm. "And invite Albedo to me. Tell me I need to change the appearance of the robe. "It will be done, Momonga-sama." It's interesting, I don't have sex drive right now, but when a cute girl bows to you, it's still nice. What is it? My aesthetic tastes or archilich's vanity? No sooner had the combat maid left, and I again returned to the table, when what I subconsciously expected happened. An extremely overexcited Albedo burst into the room, whose yellow eyes with an elongated pupil shone like anti-aircraft searchlights, and whose hands nervously squeezed some kind of flat box. Momonga-sama! I arrived so quickly as soon as I could! I ask you to forgive my faithful servant for keeping you waiting! - rattled the demon, devouring me with adoring eyes.

"It's okay, Albedo," it's a pity Momonga didn't read all one and a half meters of her character description, with this knowledge it would be somehow easier. - I need to create a suitable image for traveling incognito. As far as I know, your skill in creating and reworking equipment parts is the highest in Nazarick, so I would be grateful if you would help me. - I am not worthy of such words! The demoness blossomed, blushing. - As the Greatest and as my beloved, please use me as you please! - graceful hands in white gloves moved up excitedly, pressing the box to the stomach and lower chest, which made the upper part expressively rise, further emphasizing the fullness and roundness of what could be seen in the neckline. - Hmm ... - I would use you, oh, how I would use you, just nothing. And the main abomination of the situation is that I understand this only speculatively ... This is how you, it turns out, look like, a dark shadow of impotence. - Let's talk about the case. I haven't changed the style of my robe for quite some time. Not that it stopped me going, by no means, it is the best artifact armor for my class in Nazarick, but since we are in this situation, I guess it makes sense to redo it a little so that it does not scream so much about my belonging to the undead. "Do you want something discreet that will hide your majestic body from prying eyes, Momonga-sama? - here's how you can ask a question, while simultaneously expressing in a voice servility and the fact that she was horrified by the guess, that is, the deepest and sincere condemnation? - No, I'm not going to dress up in rags, - I reassure the girl. - Just change the style a little. Less visible accessories, fewer bright colors, a slimmer fit, and slim sleeves that go well with gloves. I need a strict and elegant black robe, worthy of a high necromancer, but not shouting about the profession of its owner to everyone I meet. Do you think this is possible? - Oh yes, sir! I'll do everything! - Albedo blushed even more and, it seems, even began to tremble with excitement, and her wings behind her back fluttered altogether, as if in a gusty wind. - And to ... When can I start? Right now? Here? Will you ... will you take it off for me ?! I ... I will see Mr. Momonga ... - at this point, the demon stuck, and she obviously went somewhere in her fantasies ... Y-yes. - Yes, if you don't mind, you can do it now, - I begin to take off my vestments, noting out of the corner of my eye, that at the first movement, the warden's face regained meaning and the whole pose was filled with barely restrained impatience. Here's a strange thing, Satoru only prescribed her two words "Loves Momonga", where does such obsession and lust come from? She's actually almost drooling over my bare bones, that's okay, no? What kind of savage psychological deviations in the field of intimate life did Tabula Smaragdina prescribed to her that she had such powerful reactions to a banal nudity? May the Universe forgive me for using this term to display a naked skeleton. Or is it more correct to call it fetishes? Or complexes? Damn it, I didn't have time to take off my shoulder pads, but she's already all red, like a tomato, and breathing intermittently ... - Albedo, are you all right? - I still could not resist. The concentration of the phenomenon "a teenage fan spying on the dressing of a favorite star" has reached too high a density. I think Momonga would have fled in my place, in fear that he would be raped, but I was seriously worried about the health of the poor girl, would she have a heart attack there from such experiences? "It's okay Momonga-sama! Do not stop! Your faithful Albedo will do everything! - for about zero as much as seven hundredths of a second, the demon rattled, already exuding natural clouds of steam with red ears. Looking at this picture, I was even somewhat lost in feelings. On the one hand, I was already mentally ready for the fact that she would now run her hands under the dress, on the other hand, I was afraid that I might not ... this thought was lost. What can you do with bare bones that have nothing at all, I personally didn't have enough imagination, but I believed in Albedo, yes. Okay, what is it, but I'm just wondering what the psychiatrist would say about the local "Supreme Beings"? Every time I think that here it is - the edge and it is no longer possible to be beaten back, a new deviation of them is revealed to me. I swear, if in the end it turns out that Cocytus is a hidden Tentacle Monster who is in love with Demiurge, I'll just shrug my shoulders and say that I expected something like this. That's the truth! While the head was occupied with reflections, the hands continued to be exposed, and now the clothes lay on the sofa for guests, and Albedo ... froze and dripped saliva. My hand meets my facial bones. - Albedo ... - Huh? ABOUT! Yes, Momonga-sama! - her gaze regained focus. "The damn little thing was right," the demon muttered softly. and I seemed to hear a distinct creak with which she looked from my bare bones to my clothes. Then she nodded to her thoughts, and ... some knives, scissors, needles, threads followed from the box. I continued to stand and watch. For the Supreme Demon level 100. Behind the Head of the Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. For "The First After God" ... that, sticking out her tongue from zeal and purring something happily under her breath, she took and altered the Archilich's mantle. With a thread and a needle. Magic robe. And she calmly changed. Now I have seen everything. No, well, maybe that's the way it should be, but I was expecting something ... I don't know, magic is there? Rituals? Even the "systemic" costs of gold. After all, this is how Momonga's memory painted it all to me! I wonder how fast I can sleep with them, despite all the help from the skull purge? - Done, my beloved Vladyka! - from reflections on the futility of being and the fact that everything is decay and in general Dust in the Wind of Changes, I was pulled out by the purring voice of a girl. I looked up and saw Albedo clutching a majestic robe in her hands, black as a piece of primordial darkness, dissected only by thin silver embroidery, folding into some kind of pattern, perhaps even magical. The fact that the dress changed the color and texture of the fabric did not bother the demoness at all. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So that's what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, you leveled the hundredth. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes. I looked up and saw Albedo clutching a majestic robe in her hands, black as a piece of primordial darkness, dissected only by thin silver embroidery, folding into some kind of pattern, perhaps even magical. The fact that the dress changed the color and texture of the fabric did not bother the demoness at all. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So this is what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, the hundredth leveled. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes. I looked up and saw Albedo clutching a majestic robe in her hands, black as a piece of primordial darkness, dissected only by thin silver embroidery, folding into some kind of pattern, perhaps even magical. The fact that the dress changed the color and texture of the fabric did not bother the demoness at all. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So this is what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, the hundredth leveled. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes. the demoness was not at all embarrassed. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So this is what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, the hundredth leveled. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes. the demoness was not at all embarrassed. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So this is what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, the hundredth leveled. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes.

- Wait a minute ... The spell of evaluating things breaks off my hand, and information on all the stats of the vestments arises right in my head. I did not notice any changes since the last assessment, and Momonga remembered the indicators of each of his artifacts by heart. Well, great. I put on a robe, which now really was much ... more compact, more comfortable, and personally for me - more refined. Going to the mirror, I examine my reflection. Well, the growth still hasn't gone anywhere, but now I at least do not resemble a wardrobe draped with curtains. If you pull on the hood and cover your face with a mask, then it is quite possible to pass for a person, albeit a very gloomy appearance. "Nice work, Albedo. You have fulfilled my wishes perfectly. - The desires of my beloved Vladyka are the law for me! - the girl bowed, hiding eyes glittering with feverish fire. "Speaking of that… Albedo, do you know that I put your feelings for me into you myself? - it would be necessary to clarify this point. - Sure! - the demoness straightened, touchingly folding her hands in front of her, while her cheeks were covered with a blush. - I remember how you stopped in front of me and did it, - sounded with a sweet languor in his voice, and as if I did the very thing, after which decent men are obliged to take responsibility ... By the way, I would not call the analogy inappropriate. - And it doesn't bother you? - Is this a problem? - the demoness naively slammed her eyes ... may the great forces forgive me for such a phrase. - Explain, please. "Momonga-sama, only one thing is important." The girl leaned closer, her black wings fluttering excitedly. - It pleases you! I am sure that Tabula Smaragdina will forgive you! Like a father when his daughters propose! - I do not like that I am beginning to predict the future train of thought of the inhabitants of Nazarick ... - Lord Momonga, can I come to you? - the unexpectedly opened door opened my eyes to a shining amiable smile of Shalltear, who did not hesitate to make a knixen, as soon as I turned in her direction. - Oh, my lord, you are so beautiful in this outfit! The vampiress flew closer with an elegant movement, beginning to devour me with the same look that Albedo had not so long ago. "Has something happened, Shalltear?" - She didn't come here just because the word of mouth of the battle maids had already brought the news to the first floors that I had called Albedo into my chambers and we had locked ourselves alone for a couple of hours? - Of course I came here to admire your amazing appearance, Momonga-sama! - not at all embarrassed, admitted Bloodfallen. And this ... You do not want to say? .. - You admired? - Maintaining impeccable calmness, the senior overseer spoke. "Now go, Shalltear. Lord Momonga and I were discussing an important matter. "There are always so many problems with old women," the loli sighed with mock sympathy. - Everyone knows that before getting down to business, you need to observe etiquette. It is very sad that your age affects the understanding of elementary things, - a very expressive shot with eyes followed in the direction of Albedo. - Does the approaching end of the expiration date provoke you to such reckless behavior? - Is food with so many preservatives that there is not even an expiration date, somehow different from poison? - continuing to smile politely, the demoness responded. - It seems much more dangerous. - Much more to be wary of bacteria in spoiled food, - the vampiress manneredly covered her mouth with a pen, without taking her eyes off her rival. - They can cause different diseases ... - But in order to get them, you need to eat food, - the demoness's smile began to acquire an obvious tension. - But I don't see that you have something other than a beautiful wrapper. All you have to offerseems pretty good, '' she highlighted the word in her voice, firing her own shot at the top ninety vampires, `` but is there really anything behind it ... ... - Wrap ?! I'll finish you off, creature! - a hardened bear growled a miniature cute creature, shrouded in a bloody haze. - Who here expires, whore ?! - now an evil aura has already risen over Albedo. I stood nearby and flowed around. That is, I guessed again. She came here stupidly to disrupt Albedo's date. This is bad. No, not like that, it's a disaster. If I begin to understand the train of thought of the monsters of Nazarick, it's just awful, because it doesn't say anything good about my mental health. But if I start to understand the train of thoughtwomen-Monsters of Nazarick, this is, I'm sorry, full of fucking. Or to write off everything on the fact that I know the canon a little and imagine what to expect from both of them? .. Yes, exactly. So we will do it. This will explain everything. I'm normal, I just have information. ABOUT! So the breeze went down the skull, how good it is ... - Shalltear, I think I already told you that it's worth finding out your relationship in private? Albedo, this concerns you too. Your mutual insults are humiliating to me. "Sorry, Momonga-sama! - chorus blurted out in sync with bowed girls. "Leave me alone," I wave my hand with visible irritation and head to the work table. Let them feel guilty, maybe at least something will be deposited in my head ... - Yes, Momonga-sama ... - again the unfortunate, beaten puppies stretched out in two voices ... Wow, I am beginning to share my predecessor's desire to find my guildmates in this world. For how these fucking moral monsters perverted the concepts of "epic archdemon" and "true vampire", they must be found and done very, very painful! A little bit later. - It's all your fault! Albedo hissed through clenched teeth as the door severed them from the guildmaster's quarters. "Lord Momonga was already ready to accept my feelings! - Excitingly closed her eyes. - And now he's disappointed! How dare you disappoint our Lord ?! - graceful hands in white gloves clenched into fists with indignation. - Look at yourself! Shalltear snarled. - You were the first to insult the feelings of the master by starting to make orders in his room and send his guests out!

- His guests ?! - the demoness's voice jumped a couple of volume levels. `` You, little girl, appeared without an invitation, rushed into our place without knocking and began to embarrass my beloved Momongu-sama with your dirty harassment! - What?! - the vampiress also started up. - At the very udder of that and look will fall out, depraved gorilla! - At least I have something to fall out, the board is undersized! - Rrrrr ! - Arrrrr ! The two disputants were again enveloped in a threatening aura, frozen in front of each other, like two hissing cats, but then suddenly Shalltear relaxed and with all her appearance portrayed an extremely well-bred lady. - I will not succumb to your provocations, otherwise the master will scold me. - It is I who will not succumb to your provocations, because I do not want to upset my beloved Lord, - Albedo instantly orientated herself, also putting on the image of an innocent angel. "Let's see how long you last," she squinted at the vampire's rival. - Let's see how long you will last, - the demoness did not remain in debt. - Hmm! - two contemptuous snorts merged together ...

The sounds outside the door died down, and I mentally exhaled. What exactly these two perverts of all Nazarick were saying to each other, I did not hear, but the general tone of the voices was not encouraging. However, okay, as long as I do not allow them to contact with the outside world - everything is in order. Once again I examine my reflection ... I need to add gloves to the image. Anything with a regeneration bonus or ... Do we have artifacts in our storehouse with built-in healing spells? If this is still the canon world, then the ability to heal and revive will soon come in handy for me. By the way, a long-range mirror should also be obtained. The door creaked, letting in the unflappable Sebas. Well, here's the nanny - a minute alone has not passed. Eh, if I still decide on a reroll and everything goes well, I will have to do something with my personal life, otherwise, I feel, They will follow me and will go to the toilet ... By the way, is there a toilet in my rooms? It would be necessary to clarify this issue in advance ... A few hours later ... "Hmm…" This long-range mirror was controlled in much the same way as the picture on the touch screen, only you had to move your hands not over the surface, but a little further, accompanied by a slight strain of mana at your fingertips. The image could be zoomed in, zoomed out, changed the angle of view ... Just like in the First Neverwinter, only without the mouse and snapping the focal point to the character. A great thing if every second player could not hide from it with the simplest charms against magic surveillance. The question was, can the locals do this? However, even if they can and their mirror simply will not display, the area is still visible well, but I don't need more yet. I would only remember which side of Nazarick in the canon was the village where the "first contact" took place. I will find her - and a bunch of problems will disappear at once, if only to find ... I threw away the northern direction almost immediately - there lay a powerful mountain range, on the way to which no settlements could be seen. To the west, just beyond the plain, rose a vast forest with no end or end in sight. Only the south and east remained unchecked ... And so, as soon as I crossed the edge of the forest to its southern end, luck smiled at me. The settlement of two dozen households was quietly living its own life. Small figures of residents toiled in the fields, several old people sat with very small children on the heaps in front of the houses. Everyone was busy with business. In general, a typical medieval village, well, the one in which the peasant, if he does not want to die of hunger, has to work hard from dawn to dusk. In the summer, for sure. The only difference from my past world Immediately striking is the general color scale and animeness of the "graphics", but I have already started to get used to this and hardly notice it anymore. I did not see the elements of magic, any protection - also, do not count as such local dogs that only barking can raise the maximum? In general, a completely unremarkable village, perhaps the closest to Nazarick. Or not? To clear my conscience, I also checked the east, but for a couple of days on my way, I did not find anything reasonable. So if I was thrown into the same world and the same "location" as the canonical Momonych, then a devastated village in the ass of the world - here it is. True, it has not yet been ruined by anyone, and since I have not found a reasonable life in the area, it will not be ruined for another two or three days. That is, if there is exactly the canon. By the way, I caught myself thinking ... that I absolutely do not care if someone carves out an entire village like this. Not, I was that still a misanthrope before, and the "starving children of Africa" did not shake me from the word at all, but now ... I understood that if someone would cut women and children in front of me, I, having the opportunity to prevent it, would just pass by ... For why interfere and strain for these lower beings? Scrolling through the thought again, he gritted his teeth. Perhaps the problem was not Momonga's canonical idiocy about some things. Being determines consciousness, and I am now the highest undead with a "chaotic evil" alimentation. Or orderly evil at best. And this imposed its own limits. Changed, and quite quickly and gradually. Understanding the train of thought of the monsters seemed to be the first bell, but ... knowing the reason, you can fight it. For example ... yes, my Tomb appeared here, which means that everything for at least a week's journey around is mine. And some left-handed stray assholes ... They dare not. Spoil. My. Things! Well, well, I don't give a damn about the village anymore - I really feel the desire to tear to pieces those reptiles that will be disgraceful there ... True, something tells me that doing such a Jesuit trick, I can hardly fly no more than becoming a "real" lich. You still need to solve something with the reroll. - Master? - Sebas clearly noticed my displeasure, but could not understand what caused it. - I found a settlement of people. Well, or creatures that look like people. From them you can get the information we need, at least about the nearest district. - I will order your servants to catch them and bring them to you ... - ... - I really wanted to close my eyes and sigh wearily,

- I'm not going to attract attention before I can accurately determine the level of strength of local residents, and a devastated village and people driven away from somewhere else can attract attention. "Sorry Momonga-sama. I didn't think about it, "the demonic butler bowed his head. "I think it would be most sensible to visit them personally," I lean back in my chair. - A wandering sorcerer in a mask ... unusual, but should not cause more than suspicion, - I begin to reason aloud, mostly to convey my motives to the butler, not letting his imagination run its course. "You mustn't take that risk, lord," hen-mod is activated. "I insist that you take security with you. - To risk? - I turn my head to the butler. - If there is anything in this village that is dangerous to me, then any of the Guardians of Nazarick will not change anything. "Nevertheless, it is my duty to be your shield. This is the reason why Lord Touch Mee created me. "I appreciate your concern, Sebas, but you know very well that in Yggdrasil I left the tomb alone for several years," propping my face on my hand, I watch the dragonoid. What I said was pure truth: in recent years, when the guild actually died, Momonga every day, as if to work, entered the game, farm gold, held events and, in general, kept the tomb in good condition with all his might. In all fairness, a significant chunk of the treasury is his personal merit. "Yes, Momonga-sama, but you said yourself that you need to be careful now," and you got out of it… "" Hmm… Caught me at my word, then? Okay, let's do this ... - I pretend to think. - Dwarfs, I did not notice elves and other races, this can mean both that they are not in this area, and that they are enemies of people ... It is a pity that it would be appropriate to take Aura or Marais with you - they look innocent enough, and they answer trivial questions from children more willingly ... - another pause, when I was really thinking. "Tell Shalltear that she will accompany me. Let him wear something appropriate for a human child - a wandering gloomy man who also hides his face will definitely raise questions. But the sorcerer who decided to "get out into nature" with his daughter-student, on the contrary, if he attracts attention, then only positive and from the perspective of "please an important gentleman." It was a good plan, it is a pity that I underestimated a little the bruised local non-writing ... and the fucking fucking of their creators. It doesn't matter how many times I mention it all the time something new was emerging ... The wait did not last long, ten minutes later a vampiress appeared in front of me in the image I ordered ... to the best of my understanding ... - Ah, Vladyka desired role-playing games! Shalltear was looking forward to this, but she did not dare to hope-desu! - Klats, - my jaw still fell off, and purging the skull somehow didn't help much. So, I'm going to leave out sayings like "fuck it" and "I saw hentai that started out the same way," let's just clarify what this girl was in. Shalltear was dressed ... in the uniform of an ordinary Japanese Schoolgirl. From high school, she even had a small backpack with a "print" of a cat's paw over her shoulder. But ... a short skirt was long over the edge of a foul, an unbuttoned blouse opened up a view of the beginning of the "hills", there were fishnet stockings and boots on my legs ... plus makeup, but this is already so, the last nail in the coffin lid. - Don't you like it, Vladyka? Oh, sorry, desu, Shalltear forgot about the Most Important! - and she put on a headband with cat ears. "I still have a ponytail ... but," a blush appeared on my cheeks, "I may need the help of the Vladyka with his attachment-nya," they showed me the "ponytail". Is it worth mentioning that at its end there was not a hook at all for clinging to a belt or clothes? Perorontino ... you fucking oversized hentai woodpecker. I knew that you were a stoned perverted, but ... but ... but this is just beyond any decency, good and evil, common sense and so on. There should be a sense of proportion in everything! The Raid Boss shouldn't be running around the dungeon wearing a hentai schoolgirl outfit! - Shalltear, how dare you suppose that the Lord will do something like that with you ?! Albedo hissed like a snake, of course, not wanting to leave me alone with the vampire for a second. As I understand it, especially after I saw that in the corridor in this form. - Don't you understand that he sees in you only a child and therefore demanded to dress like that! - Shut up, old woman, you don't understand anything! Role-playing games are a very important stage for a strong and fruitful relationship between a man and a woman, as Mr. Perorontino said! - if he nevertheless got into this world, I will pluck out all his feathers and stick them in his ass, I swear. - Enough, - I interrupted the dispute, which began to gain momentum. Again. - Now I'm not interested in games, - the vampire directly slept from her face, - although I admit that such an outfit on you, Shalltear, gives me pleasure, - immediately shone, they need a little for happiness. If this "a little" still didn't eat my brains like that ... eh. "However, at the moment I need something different. We must be at least remotely similar to the locals, and therefore your outfit does not fit - I create the illusion of an ordinary young peasant woman, which I saw in a magic mirror. - The locals look something like this. - P-sorry, Vladyka, - the guard of the first three floors looked dejected, - I can hardly find such an outfit. - Why? - given the level of perversity of this feathered one, I am surprised that his creation does not have something like that. Well, there for the plot "Little Red Riding Hood and the Hunter Squad" ... - This dress is linen, isn't it? There is no such primitive material in Nazarick ... - Shalltear was almost crying, but I realized that I had once again stumbled and my example with the illusion was taken as a direct guide to action. - You will portray the daughter of a powerful magician, so the material can be anything, the main thing is the approximate style. - ABOUT! Then I have a suitable one. Almost, - annoyed her with a tooth. "Albedo, help Shalltear adjust the dress. - As you command, Vladyka. Of course, I will help this crooked clumsy ... - Grrr, my talents are much higher than the skills of pitiful servants! - Wretched servants? Vladyka himself approved my work! - Even if I have eternity ahead of me, but my patience is much less, - to press with aura a little - and now they, having squeaked in unison and bowed in sync, just evaporated to carry out my order. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music. Of course, I will help this crooked clumsy ... - Grrr, my talents are much higher than the skills of pitiful servants! - Wretched servants? Vladyka himself approved my work! - Even if I have eternity ahead of me, but my patience is much less, - to press with aura a little - and now they, having squeaked in unison and bowed in sync, have just evaporated to carry out my order. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music. Of course, I will help this crooked clumsy ... - Grrr, my talents are much higher than the skills of pitiful servants! - Wretched servants? Vladyka himself approved my work! - Even if I have eternity ahead of me, but my patience is much less, - to press with aura a little - and now they, having squeaked in unison and bowed in sync, just evaporated to carry out my order. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music.

Be that as it may, but forty minutes later I appeared Shalltear in an updated outfit. In some ways, it resembled her casual dress, but it was much simpler and at the same time more elegant. And also - did not have inserts under the bolsters on the chest. "Hmm… Let your hair down, Shalltear. - BUT? Yes, of course, - the vampiress obeyed, and soon a train of pale gray hair with a pink tint scattered over her shoulders to the very toes. - Pick them up a little so that they don't touch the floor, and it will be fine. "As you wish," the girl purred, and soon the ladies, in four hands, managed in some mystical way to shorten the hair, so much so that it visually remained loosely loose. "I'm delighted," I had to admit as I watched the result. With her hair down, no cap, puffy chest and full skirt, Shalltear looked like just the perfect child. In terms of, the ideal daughter of a dark magician and an aspiring dark sorceress. And in my opinion, this image suited her several times more than the pretentious-gothic loli, - you did a great job, - well, the most banal praise, and both girls smile embarrassedly, and joy ... I am at a loss how to perceive them. I understand intellectually that they are bloody maniacs sick in the head, with a level of strength sufficient to devastate a small country in a day. Well, in a week, if you don't strain too much. On the other hand ... blaming them is stupid, they were created like that by stoned maniacs for just an online game, besides, looking at this cute, embarrassed creature, you just can't connect this image with the above definition. Especially if we also add the fact that in many commonplace and everyday matters they are guided even worse than children. Naivety, innocence and at the same time cruelty, perverted mind and wild strength. A crazy combination, from which something in the brain itches and crunches suspiciously. Okay, they are what they are, we will educate them later. And now we will take care of the village - and so we wasted a lot of time. Although, just sunset and the end of the field work, so we will arrive at a rather good moment. - Albedo, - I put on a mask prepared by the Pleiades, - while we are in the village, you and Sebas will watch what is happening through this mirror, - I gesture to the artifact hovering above the central table. - Try to notice what will happen outside my vision - then we will compare the data. If something goes wrong, I allow you to intervene, but only if you see that I or Shalltear cannot teleport from there on our own, or we are threatened by force, many times greater than our capabilities. In other situations, do not interfere. Did you understand? "Yes, Momonga-sama," the overseer and the butler bowed obediently. "Shalltear, I remind you that you are impersonating my daughter and student. No threats, outbursts of aggression and arrogance. Your role is an intelligent, well-bred girl who has rarely been in the outside world. Ask questions politely, do not be rude to people, do not call anyone insects and garbage. Our task is to collect information, your goal is to look innocent and harmless. All clear? - Of course, sir, you will not be disappointed in your faithful Shalltear! - this monster smiled angelically. - And impose some kind of illusion on your eyes - do not frighten them with a red iris. - This second, - the vampiress ran her fingers over her eyes, and they changed color to dark brown. - Well ... - to do or not to do? Oh, to hell! "And one more thing, while we're there, call me not Momonga, but Zellos. I have long wanted to get rid of this nickname. Even while reading the manga, he put me on my guard, and having received the memory of its creator, I learned that my feelings shouted the truth. Flying squirrel is not a combination of sounds that I like, to put it mildly. The only question was the alternative. The world around us, unfortunately, was not very conducive to sober ideas, all the time wedged either on Arklem Greet, the lich, who was the head of the Secret Brotherhood of Luskan, or on Xardas, the main necromancer of the Gothic series of games, or even on every tin. But Archimonde is pretentious. Kil'jaeden is uncomfortable and even more pretentious. Sargaras - thank you, I don't want to hear a love confession from Albedo like that. Malganus - ugh to be so. Kel'Thuzad - no, better Malganus. Medivh - finished badly and lived shitty. Saruman - go nafig right away! In short, after much speculation, the only more or less normal name turned out to be the name of an epic monster from the friends of one bruised sorceress, who would fit perfectly into the cabinet of curiosities of this guild's personnel. "As you command, Zellos-sama! - with the look of a good-girl assured the vampiress. Appearing in the village itself is also a difficult moment. If there are no magicians in this world at all, then the locals will be too overexcited. Or they won't understand at all what kind of big-shot she has come to them. If there is, then I strongly doubt that they walk like this on foot along the road. At least - with a retinue, on a carriage, or at least an expensive and powerful horse. And with that, I had problems. Even if I suddenly can ride on Nazarik "horses", their mere sight will drive an unprepared person into horror, about the crews, more suitable for some stereotyped Lords of Evil (hmm ...) and not worth talking about. We'll have to go through the portal, and then make a slightly surprised face (hmmm again) and ask the locals where this powerful magician has taken it. - Remember, Shalltear, no aggression, - then one funny picture came to mind, but taking into account the local contingent ... - and you don't need to just beat and smile either. "As you command Mom ... Zellos-oto-san," the vampiress cooed, grabbing my sleeve sweetly and pressing her whole body. Albedo's creak of teeth was probably heard even in Japan. The one that remained to the devil where. A volitional effort - and a spatial gap opens before us. Step forward, and ... The setting sun, the wind flutters the foliage. The sounds of village life are all around, the dogs are whining. Well, a bunch of local farmers, who just out of thin air appeared a gloomy-looking hefty man. For which a pretty girl of thirteen or fourteen years old clings. There was an awkward silence. Well, I think she was like that for the local peasants. Personally, I just studied the area and its inhabitants. Shalltear, too, twisted her head curiously and sniffed a little. Okay, the main thing is that she doesn't accidentally choose her dinner here. "Greetings," I decide to break the silence. - My name is Zellos, do you understand my words? The people stirred, but in the half-whisper with which people discussed my appearance, it was impossible to make out individual words. With my literally absent skin, I felt how Shalltear tensed, angry that these pathetic mortals dare to keep her master waiting and ignore his question. I had to squeeze her hand slightly so that she would not forget. This is how you learn the truths about that the ability to hold a child's hand is a very useful thing even for the Dark Lord. Seriously, I never would have thought ...

- Y-yes, - finally, an elderly, well-knit little man stepped forward. "Welcome to Carne Village, but who are you? - Hmm, - it's good that there are no problems with the language, otherwise I'm not sure that universal artifacts of translation would be found in the granaries of Nazarick. Quest, for specific game "languages", there were, I knew, but universal ... - As I said, my name is Zellos, I am a magician from afar, and this is Shalltear, my daughter and student. You know what magic is, right? "Uh ... Yes," the man replied a little more confidently. "I don't understand this myself, but the alchemist who collects herbs from our village sometimes uses spells. - It simplifies everything. Some time ago I conducted one experiment with movement in space, but something went wrong, and we ended up not at all where we planned. What is this area and how far is Isengard from here? - Yes, I know what a fucking clever name for a non-existent geographic object, but at least I will not forget it and I can describe it so that later I do not get caught in the contradictions in the legend. "Forgive me, my lord," the man was confused, "but I've never heard of such a place. And you are in the kingdom of Re-Estize, almost on the very border. The nearest city from us is E-Rantel, it lies to the southeast, a couple of days' journey. - Apparently, we were brought in the wrong place - and the names, meanwhile, are familiar. I can't vouch for the sound entirely, but I'm almost sure that E-Rantel has flashed in the manga. - I do not know these places. Do you have a map? - Y-yes, of course, in my house, come along! - the peasant trotted forward, showing the way, we followed, and the crowd of villagers quietly whispered behind us, discussing the sudden appearance of two magicians and what would happen. The headman, meanwhile, brought us home. As it should be - the largest and most solid in the village, well, it was decorated a little richer than the others, but just that a little. And the general view ... I will not say that it was a hut, but the one-story house, the plaster on which it would not hurt to renovate, did not inspire much confidence. However, it is not surprising - he said that we are almost at the very border. And there are some "alchemists" who can cast spells. So fantasy. And if so, then, according to the laws of the genre, border villages can be of the form either "a fortress, you get tired of taking it," or "well, they burned it, well, to hell with it, we will rebuild it in a week." Although it is too early to draw conclusions, now stereotypes and memory speak in me according to the canon, it is not at all a fact that in the real world this is how things are. There was one living person in the headman's house. As it turned out a dozen seconds later - the wife of a man, a woman with a dense physique, it was difficult to determine age, but hard work and harsh conditions left no trace of her youth and beauty ... if the latter was at all. But back to the map. It was, as befits a medieval map, approximate. Very, very approximate. There is no coordinate grid, the heights are also not indicated in any way, but there are different animals-birds in the corners and ornate signatures. Another unpleasant moment immediately surfaced - the local squiggles remained for me squiggles, what was scribbled there, I could not read. The drawings, however, did not shine with special awareness, well, this broken line is most likely the mountains in the north, and the large round spot is the nearest city located in the southeast of here. According to the peasant - in a couple of days' journey ... hmm, apparently, quite a bit overlooked him when he was studying with the mirror. "No, the place is completely unfamiliar." I shook my head. "Besides, your writing is unknown to me. - But, sir, you speak perfectly well, - the headman was surprised. - Just a magical translation - well, or something like that, it doesn't matter. - Could you enlighten me what this designation is? - Sure! - and the villager continued his story, so it turned out that the political situation around is not very good, all local players look askance at each other and try to make nasty things. No, in the story of a resident of Re-Estize, of course, it turned out that it was either the Bagaruth Empire that was encroaching on their borders, or that some Theocracy was intriguing, both by raiding itself and by arranging provocations, but I doubt that Re-Estize everything is so white-fluffy-innocent. They would have eaten him long ago, be it so, it's just unlikely that the local mayor will express his views or, God forbid, dissatisfaction with the situation to the first comer, all the more so - to the sorcerer in a dumb faceless mask, who literally appeared from nowhere. - I see, - after half an hour of the story of the headman, whose name I never asked, I summarize, - I have not heard of any of these states. "You must have come from very distant places, mister magician," the woman nodded. - Well, I think that I will go to the city, perhaps there is a wider map or magicians from whom I can clarify the coordinates to open the reverse portal, - and I turned around, pretending that I was going to leave. If I understood correctly the characters of these people, that I calmly invited a stranger to my house ... - Wait, where are you going to look at night, and even with a child? The woman cried, and I had to make a fair effort so that the offended "child" did not rip her head off. - So what? - So the road is full of all kinds of goblins and ogres! The royal troops, of course, clean the area as far as possible, but at night it can be dangerous outside the village or inn, even on the highway. "Hmm… you may be right. Going at night looking really isn't a good idea. Then I would like to stay with you for this night, - I reach into the "pocket" of my robes and take out a couple of gold pieces. - This will be enough? - What are you, to help the traveler in difficult times is the duty of every decent inhabitant of the borderland. Besides, two gold pieces are too much for a room and dinner, - the woman was indignant. Damn, Shalltear, sit down! There is no need to try to kill "these nonentities who dared to reject the Master's generous gift." - You really came from afar, - the headman finally completely relaxed. - Such good coins ... - he and his wife examined the weighty round coins with interest. - In the nearby lands, no one can boast of such a coinage. - There may be problems with this ... - I say to myself. - Why? Gold is gold, and unusual coinage ... so each count can mint his own coin, and adventurers sometimes find anything in ancient burial mounds. Including old coins. and adventurers sometimes find anything in the ancient burial mounds. Including old coins. and adventurers sometimes find anything in the ancient burial mounds. Including old coins.

- Adventurers? "Yes, they are looking for treasures, exterminating monsters for a reward, guarding caravans and so on," said the head of the village. Adventurers - this can be serious. Even if I was convinced that I was in the same "canon world", and my memory told me that almost all local adventurers, even the "coolest" ones, are just meat for the troops of Nazarick, and not the most elite units, a certain amount of sound caution at their expense it's worth having. - Well, thanks for the interesting story. Leave the coins for yourself, as my thanks for him and shelter to the weary traveler for the night. Shalltear, thank you. - Please accept our thanks! - made an impeccable vampiress knixen, while her gaze, turned at me, simply shouted "just for you, Master! But what a villain you are so mock poor Shalltear! I adore you!" Brrr ... The room the headman gave us was quite spacious, had two beds, a table, heels of chairs around it, and ... that's all. Sparsely, but the royal chorus was not worth expecting. For the sake of interest, the weakened "Cloud of Death" was castanul on the bed, expecting a hail of bedbugs, but, to my considerable surprise, nothing fell from there. The myth of living creatures teeming in furniture has been debunked. Or are living creatures teeming only in cheap taverns? - May I ask, Zellos-oto-san? The vampiress asked quietly. - Of course - apparently wants to know the motives of my behavior and future plans. - What ... - leaned forward, - you want to do with your faithful Shalltear, finding yourself with her ... in the room ... all night ... completely alone? - oh, well, yes, how could I forget about who is its creator? It will be a very long night ... - You know, you are surprisingly sweet with loose hair, - I touch the girl's head with my gloved hand, at the same time slightly pushing her away from me, otherwise this cunning guy has already managed to almost climb on my neck during her provocative speech. "But Shalltear… I know it was Perorontino who made you like that, but you must understand that…" "I understand! - a flushed vampiress interrupted me in a hot whisper. - Let it be the will of the creator, but my feelings for you, for your perfect beauty, they are real! Please do whatever you want with me! All my nature longs for only one thing - to please you! "I'm just about that. Shalltear ... - I pick up the mask with my free hand and move it slightly to the side so that the interlocutor can see my real face, then quietly, but I say very weightily: - I am a skeleton. - Yes, you are beautiful, my beloved Zellos-oto-san, - I just like in reality saw the inscription "Dodge" floating above the head of the "Boss". The shot was past, the target did not even touch ... Okay, let's try again. - Shalltear, listen to me carefully, - I try to catch her already floating gaze, while conveying intonation that the topic is serious. - Yes, sir, I am all in attention, - in the eyes of Bloodfallen, a spark of thought really dawned. - I am a skeleton. I have no skin, muscles, organs, blood. I do not have what men please women. I don't even have a language. You. You see. What. IN - Shalltear, listen to me carefully, - I try to catch her already floating gaze, while conveying intonation that the topic is serious. - Yes, sir, I am all in attention, - in the eyes of Bloodfallen, a twinkle of thought really dawned. - I am a skeleton. I have no skin, muscles, organs, blood. I do not have what men please women. I don't even have a language. You. You see. What. IN - Shalltear, listen to me carefully, - I try to catch her already floating gaze, while conveying intonation that the topic is serious. - Yes, sir, I am all in attention, - in the eyes of Bloodfallen, a flicker of thought really dawned. - I am a skeleton. I have no skin, muscles, organs, blood. I do not have what men please women. I don't even have a language. You. You see. What. INlike that . Situations. Yours with Albedo. Hints. On the. Bed... They look. Uniform. Mockery? The pure, clean eyes of the vampires, as my separate monologue, first began to lose their disguise as brown, then slowly, slowly, UNDERSTANDING arose in them, and in the end the unfortunate child froze with an expression of primal horror on his face, multiplied by the shock of all foundations. - M-M-Momonga-s-s-sama-ah, I-ah ... - Shalltear began to tremble, and the hands raised in a pleading or protective gesture began to walk naturally. Looks like I managed to make the girl go into hysterics of the third degree right off the bat. - Go to bed, Shalltear, - with a light sigh, or rather an imitation of it, I returned the mask to its place. - I ... I ... I ... didn't want to offend you ... - Calm down, I'm not offended. "Shalltear had no intention of mocking Mr. Momonga! - not hearing me, in panic, the girl began to assure me, like a drowning man clutching my robes with his fingers. - I did not know! That is, I knew, but did not attach any importance! Ah ! - grabbed her head. - Forgive your stupid Shalltear! She won't make that mistake again! Sorry, sorry, sorry! - Calm, calm, - and then I began to get nervous. - You'll wake up the whole village now, be quiet, I say! - Lord, I didn't want to! - and in the eyes again there is zero perception of reality and only oceans of horror. - Sorry! Shalltear will be gone! I apologize! I apologize! I ... Hmmm! .. - Quiet, quiet, - I stroked the girl fluttering languidly in the grip on the head, continuing to press her face to her chest. - Take it easy. Shalltear, can you hear me? If you make noise, you will derail our mission, nod if you perceive! - from below they nodded uncertainly, nodding along my ribs. - Well. Again: I am not angry. It's not your fault - Perorontino made you this way. Take it easy. There is no reason to panic here. - But ... But how? - survived, now she can not only build the eyes of a beaten puppy, but also imitate her voice ... - How can you say that there is no reason if you are in such a terrible situation? I do not understand! - tears flashed. "It's awful, awful ..." little fingers grabbed my robes even more tightly, while the trembling vampiress pressed her whole body, and, perhaps, this was the first time when there was no hint of eroticism in this gesture. - My beloved Lord ... My lord ... The greatest and most beautiful of all Supreme beings ... Is in such a terrible situation ... This is bad, this is very bad ... How can you talk so calmly about this ... - she was really twisted the settings responsible for intimate life, this is too violent a reaction! .. And Shalltear, meanwhile, continued to lament. Tears flowed down her cheeks, she pitied me, scolded herself, cursed fate, asked her to forgive and again pitied me, not ceasing to quietly shed tears. Perhaps I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until morning as an idiot, consoling the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly pressed against my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. Tears flowed down her cheeks, she pitied me, scolded herself, cursed fate, asked her to forgive and again pitied me, not ceasing to quietly shed tears. Perhaps I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until morning as an idiot, consoling the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly pressed against my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. Tears flowed down her cheeks, she pitied me, scolded herself, cursed fate, asked her to forgive and again pitied me, not ceasing to quietly shed tears. Perhaps I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until the morning as an idiot, comforting the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly pressed against my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until the morning as an idiot, comforting the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly clung to my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until morning as an idiot, consoling the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly pressed against my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all.

"My lord Zellos," a knock on the door and the voice of the owner of the house pulled me out of my reverie. - Will you order breakfast for you? Or maybe you need to prepare water for washing? - Not worth it, we are full, - I hold on to the startled and began to blink in confusion with Shalltear's eyes. - But ... When? - confusedly came from the other side. - I am a magician and can satisfy hunger with spells. I don't want to embarrass you. We'll be there in a few minutes. "Yes, of course…" "Zellos-sama…" As soon as the peasant's footsteps left, the vampiress made an attempt to speak. - Get yourself in order, Shalltear, - I cut her off, not wanting a new round of the tragicomedy named after the "whimpering raid boss". Yes, and it was just unpleasant for me to see how the little girl was suffering. Even without any emotion, it was just aesthetically ugly. - Got it ... - was disheartened, but got off my hands. In general, as I noted earlier, the peasants get up and get down to business almost at dawn, but the headman could afford some preferences, and the distinguished guest resting in his house, who threw in a piece of gold, is also a good reason to delay sending to the fields. In general, they disturbed us with an invitation to breakfast, in fact, around noon. It turned out to be quite crowded on the street, they looked at us with the same curiosity, but, unlike yesterday, Shalltear was not in the mood to rush to rip off everyone's head, and in general she behaved quite calmly and, frankly, dumbfounded. I did not expect that the awareness of my problem would penetrate it like that. Nevertheless, albeit involuntarily, but the image of a child who realized that he was lost and "left with dad" somewhere in the wrong place, she turned out to be perfect. Having already learned about our "wrong turn" by word of mouth methods, residents sometimes even threw sympathetic glances. - Hmmm, why aren't people in the field? - I turned to the headman, who went out to see off the generous guest. - So now lunch, sorcerer, - he shrugged his shoulders, - and the harvest is still far away, what to do in the fields now? And in the gardens, thanks to the potions of Master Enfiria, everything is also good - no weeds, no pests, - curious. - Masters of Enfiria? Who is it? - Enfiria Barel, this is the same alchemist I mentioned earlier, a very gifted young man! He supplies some useful potions, well, there for fertility, against pests ... I don't really understand this, they work - and okay. - I see, - a young alchemist and the village of Karn, this is another proof that I got into the world of the canon. Then a young girl attracted my attention, unlike almost all the other villagers, she did not stare in our direction, but purposefully walked towards us, in one hand squeezing the palm of a little girl, and in the other - some kind of bundle. - And there is Enri with his sister, - the headman noticed the direction of my gaze, - the sweetness of our alchemist. The peasants and I had already made a bet when he found the courage to invite for a walk together, hehe, - Shalltear clearly shuddered and looked at the girl with a sad look, the topic was raised clearly unpleasant for her in the current circumstances. And why did this guy even decide to enlighten the hell from the mountain about all these details? Although ... well, yes, peasant life, boredom, any event that gets out of the usual cycle, can be covered and discussed for months, and here it is not just an event, but also new ears. Isn't there a reason to scratch your tongue? "Hello," Enri approached us with an open smile. "My name is Enri Emmott, and you are Zellos-san, right?" - a brave girl, I would not dare to approach a muddy man of two meters in height, with a tightly closed face and in outfit at least a rich man as hell. - Yes that's right. - I heard that you are lost and want to find one of the spellcasters so that they can help you return home ... - the girl said with sincere spontaneity, but was immediately interrupted by the headman: - Enri, you shouldn't talk so disrespectfully with our guest. It is indecent to discuss rumors! "But I just wanted to help," the peasant woman clapped her blue eyes and, without giving the man time for an answer, she turned to me again: "Forgive me, Zellos-san, if I hurt you with something," but I can really help! Here, - she showed the bundle, - there is some food for the trip, and I also wrote a letter. My friend Enfiria lives in E-Rantel, he is an alchemist and knows many adventurers in the guild. In the letter, I asked him to help you navigate the city and find people who can help you. Do not hesitate - he is a very good person and will definitely come into your position! - Enri ... - from the agility of the girl, the headman was speechless, starting to glance at me cautiously. "Thank you," I broke the silence until it became awkward. - This is very noble of you. "I'll explain to you how to find Enfiria's home!" - the girl beamed. - Although it is not difficult, his grandmother's shop is very famous, almost everyone in the city knows it! - then her gaze fell on the still depressed Shalltear. Unlike yesterday, she did not cling to me, but I, from sin, did not let go of her hand. - Do not worry, everything will work out, - a naive village girl climbed to console the highest undead. - You and your father will definitely find your way home. - Here, vazmi! - the previously silent girl with reddish-brown hair, who followed Enri, held out a pale pink flower to Shalltear. - Do not Cry! - and smiled, as only children can smile. The surrealism of the painting led to another flash of breeze in my skull. And so I no longer knew what to do, whether to cry, or to prepare to save them from the enraged vampire. But what I did not expect at all and what completely finished me off was that Shalltear resignedly accepted the flower and even tried to squeeze out a grateful smile ... True, after a couple of seconds it became suspiciously similar to the smile with which an inveterate sweet tooth looks at his beloved cake, but the fact that the brain, on a campaign, in this world decided to endure me not only Nazarick, this does not negate. - Hmm ... - An obsessive desire to clear my throat came across the absence thereof and slightly brought me to my senses. "Say thanks, Shalltear.

- Thank you ... you are dear ... - but now there is definitely the idea of a cake. We must save the children. But I didn't have time to do anything, as a lathered man of about forty ran up to the headman. He was dressed in a tight leather suit, and a bow on his back and a quiver clearly hinted at his profession - a hunter. - Mikul, - oh, I recognized the name of the headman, - there on the horizon some kind of dusty cloud looms. - Hmm, - the man distracted from our conversation, - it's strange, it's not time for itinerant traders, the tax collectors won't appear before the harvest week either ... That's what, shout to the peasants, let them be on the alert just in case. Maybe a gang started up. But if this is a canon world, then there is not a gang at all, but a full-fledged provocation from the hypocrites who will arrange a massacre under the guise of Imperials. - And how often do you do that? - again I draw the elder's attention to myself. - Not really, - the man was a little tense, but not to say that he panicked or was afraid there, - but anything can happen. Most likely, just a detachment of border guards received information about the rampage of monsters from the forest and is in a hurry to restore order. But still, I would not advise you, Mr. Zellos, to leave the village now - you never know ... - Mikul's simple trick was quite obvious. If they really came, then the magician will contact them, and these will no longer be the problems of the headman, maybe that will be given from the administration for the hospitality shown to the magician, but if strangers - to have a magician nearby who dabbles in the breaks of space is much better than don't have it. Quite a sensible move. - Why not? Anyway, in my current position, an extra half hour will not make the weather. Let's wait. - Take out the fruit drink for you? It's a hot day ... - Shalltear? - the vampiress shrugs her shoulders, she is not up to drinks now, she has already struck up a "conversation about nothing" with a cake ... uh, a little girl. Apparently, even a monster sometimes wants to hear a kind word from someone cute and restless. Well, or she looked after her lunch, y-yes. Nevertheless, our silence was taken for agreement, and the headman's wife brought out the misted jug of berry drink, apparently only from the cellar. I felt like breathing heavily again. I wouldn't mind drinking juice ... not to mention everything else, but ... not destiny. The guard of the first levels of Nazarick looked at me, studying the jug, at the jug itself and again shrank barely noticeably, but the kind woman was already pouring the drink into the clay mugs. "Um ... Mr. Zellos?" - they handed me the dishes. - I don't want now, and ... you shouldn't see my face - not all magical experiments end with just misplaced coordinates, - the people thought, then turned their gaze to the girl who was now looking at me with insanely sad eyes, and "got it right". So we all waited for the arrival of the guests in a somewhat awkward silence. But then the cavalcade appeared at the far end of the street, the people looked closely and panicked in the most natural way. - Light gods ... Imperials! All to the forest! - but the cry was too late - the "valiant knights" had already galloped to the peasants standing on the edge. Swing, and ... - Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo! - the "warrior" who got in the face with the simplest acid drop fell off his horse and now howled heart-rendingly, rolling on the ground, however, he calmed down surprisingly quickly. Another "knight" caught up with "Electric Discharge" - he did not howl, but just silently and respectably died on the spot. Hmm ... I just killed two people, sane and sober. I think I need to worry about this? There was nothing in response. That is, nothing at all. Even surprise that it seems like a warrior from a sabotage detachment, which means that by default it is far from meat, that's how it ended from the banal spell of the first circle. "Shalltear, dear, show me Mass Paralysis, would you be so kind," I turned to the vampiress, who was watching the invasion with an indescribable combination of curiosity and contempt. A click of graceful fingers - and everything freezes. Horses, people, even dogs and chickens froze in place. A couple of losers by inertia fell off the saddle and froze on the ground in incredibly ridiculous positions. I look around. - Hmm ... I actually meant only those knights ... - Oh, sorry, oto-san, I misunderstood your wish, - but judging by the contentment in her voice, she just wanted to demonstrate how wonderful and strong she is, that's all no matter how she was covered by the realization of my problem, the instincts of the monster did not disappear. And, I must confess, seeing a vampiress like that was much more pleasant to me than what I saw tonight. One more snap of the fingers - and all but the knights die off. The villagers are in a stupor, but they are still smart in the borderlands. Vaughn, already hastened to dump away from the enemy warriors standing in place (and me and Shalltear at the same time) and are cautiously watching from afar. - Mikul. - Yes, Your Grace? - the headman drew instantly. - Something tells me that these are not your warriors. - That's right - these soldiers have the coat of arms of the Bagaruth Empire on their shields! But how did they get past E-Rantel? .. Oh, what am I ?! Thank you, my lord, if not for you, we would not be well! We will be able to fight off the robbers at the very least, but we don't even have weapons against real warriors - well, now the last doubts have disappeared. This is the canon world. - Okay, but what do you propose to do with them? - Yes, what is there to think, these are your prisoners, it's up to you to decide. And so ... well, we would have undressed them, tied them up and sent some of ours to the city - let His Majesty's troops come and sort it out on their own, - the headman tried to cheer up, but his sweaty forehead and quick nervous glances at the prisoners showed that the man was pretty nervous, yes and in general he is afraid and answers my questions exclusively on willpower. - Here's how ... - I look at the warrior dressed in the richest armor. - I want to ask them a couple of questions ... Take the children away, they don't need to see it at all. - It will be done, - a couple of shouts and one bark, and now the women are taking the children off the street, they even approached my vampiress, but she just waved her hand a little irritatedly. Nobody insisted. And so, when the square was empty, I asked the "daughter" to remove the paralysis from the main one. "So you have two options. You tell us why you ended up here and what your further tasks are, after which you become a valuable prisoner and, perhaps, even handed over to the local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material. and now the women are taking the children off the street, they even approached my vampiress, but she just waved her hand a little irritatedly. Nobody insisted. And so, when the square was empty, I asked the "daughter" to remove the paralysis from the main one. "So you have two options. You tell us why you ended up here and what your further tasks are, after which you become a valuable prisoner and, perhaps, even handed over to the local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material. and now the women are taking the children off the street, they even approached my vampiress, but she just waved her hand a little irritatedly. Nobody insisted. And so, when the square was empty, I asked the "daughter" to remove the paralysis from the main one. "So you have two options. You tell us why you ended up here and what your further tasks are, after which you become a valuable prisoner and, perhaps, even handed over to the local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material. even handed over to local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material. even handed over to local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material.

"I won't tell you anything, you filthy warlock!" - hmm, boldly. Silly, but bold. - So, the second option ... so, - what would you like to try this on? As I understand it, local fighters have no magic protection or magic resistance at all ... For a moment I froze, realizing that in all seriousness I was going to experiment with a living person right here on the street, even if not very decent, frankly, but However. I was looking at it now, as I once looked at defective printed circuit boards - even the thoughts are almost the same "does it make sense to bother with re-soldering or immediately into the scrap?" Hmm ... again nothing moved and I saw nothing wrong with that. They wanted to break my future property, so it's nice to have them experiment. And from a purely moral point of view - they came here to destroy and kill, and also to do other abominations that a crowd of unrestrained armed people creates in enemy territory. And if so, to kill them is quite a good and correct deed, even according to my native concepts, without any entities of the lich ... - Creation of the Average Undead, - a drop of Darkness breaks off a finger and flies to the "faceless" after the acid drop of the corpse, as flight becoming more and more, already a fair amount of such a blot flies into the body, pours into it, and ... the corpse begins to writhe and melt, like wax under the influence of high temperature. Ten seconds - and now, in place of just an "average" warrior one meter eighty tall, a three-meter skeleton, covered with "dried" muscles and skin, which gives him a dark brown hue, is armed, he is armed with a monstrous sword and the same monstrous shield on his head- creepy-looking skull helmet, dark armor hides a black tattered cloak-shroud. Level thirty-five Death Knight in all his monstrous splendor. The cost of mana for creation turned out to be slightly higher than it should have been, and the Knight rose from the corpse, and did not appear out of thin air, but ... I did not feel the outflow to maintain him in the world of the living. That is, the unit turned out to be autonomous or, at least, able to do without power supply for some time. But all the managing connections remained. With a mental shrug, I raised the second corpse into the same valiant warrior and gave the first order. - Undress this body, there may be something valuable on it ... and I have long wanted to check what the undead will look like if you raise it directly from the living? The knights got down to business. And it is very "professional". One held the howling victim, the other dexterously undressed it. Not even a minute has passed like a completely naked man, howling, fought in a truly dead capture of the knights. Well, and also, I apologize for the details, wet himself and crap - look how Shalltear wrinkles his nose. She has a hard time with the sensitive sense of smell of a vampire. - W-stop! Please no! I will say whatever you want! The Slane Theocracy sent us! We ... - in general, now the main problem was to shut up the source of information, and not to squeeze anything out of it. Mikul, by the way, spent all this time with us. He was pale, his knees were trembling, but he listened steadfastly and attentively to the talker. A strong man, in his place I would have long ago dumped out of the village in front of my screeching. The prisoner told a lot of interesting things. Firstly, this was not the first devastated village on their way, and secondly, they pursued two goals: not only to escalate the conflict between the kingdom and the empire, everything is simple - cut everyone, "let go" a couple of survivors and move on, the peasants will do the rest for you, no, their task was also to lure out a certain Gazef Stronoff - the king's personal bodyguard and the general opinion of the most powerful warrior in the kingdom. The prisoner did not know the answer to the question of where such a person would come from in this backwater, he was only told that he must definitely come and this is correct information. As he immediately told, from his own guesses, Stronoff was most likely set up by one of the secret allies of the Slane Theocracy at the court of Lanposa III - the local king. Be that as it may, according to the plan they were supposed to ambush him and fill him up. By the way, it was planned to fire in this very village or its environs with the help of the second, much like a more formidable detachment. Ideally, the victim would be between a rock and a hard place. Simple and tasteful, what else can I say. - Hmm, - having forced the prisoner to fall silent with the spell of silence, when he began to repeat the same thing in the third circle, I turned to the head of the village. - Frankly, I did not plan to interfere in the internal affairs of your state, but no matter how I act now, I will in any case be drawn into all this. Tell me what you know about this Gazef Stronoff? "I don't know much, my lord." The man wiped his sweaty forehead. - They say he is a worthy man who was born a peasant and achieved everything on his own. Once he won a big royal tournament, and then the king himself made him his bodyguard. That's all I know, my lord. - That's how ... - mow on Shalltear, staring at a naked man with disgust. By the way, she never let go of the flower she had been given. Remarkable. "Well, tie them up and lock them up in some cellar where they can't escape. - And then? - the little man ventured to show curiosity. - And then we will wait for this Stronoff or the second enemy squad. - Perhaps people are better off hiding in the forest? - I don't think so. If this is a trap, then an ambush will be waiting for you in the forest. It is better to gather all the women and children in one place - I will cast protective spells so that you will not be touched by the battle if the village is still attacked. "Please accept our deepest thanks, Zellos-sama! You are our savior! - the headman, and after him the rest of the peasants watching what was happening, bent their backs in a deep bow. - No need for words, you better hurry up with the captives, - I don't have enough bows in Nazarick, now here too ... I wouldn't get used to it, otherwise, God forbid, I will really believe in my exclusivity, and then the one who threw me here will decide that I am bronzed - and wake up in the body of a slave on galleys. The prisoners almost did not resist and were madly glad to leave the society of death knights as soon as possible, for which some were even ready to help in removing their ammunition. And the thought of my vampiress never left my head. Rather, that her canon meeting with the brainwashers was somehow connected with today's events. After all, that detachment was going somewhere and was ready to use its trump card, but this does not happen out of the blue. Where could he go in relative proximity to Nazarick? According to the canon, there is nothing remarkable in the area and the whole movement revolved around Momonych, however, there was nothing there either, which would require resources such as a power to penetrate the Floor Guardian's absolute mental immunity. So, they were just on the trail of Nazarick, and where did Nazarick appear by that time? Only in the protection of this village and the destruction of the sabotage units of the Slane Theocracy. And this, in turn, means ...

"Message" ... I touch my temple with my hand in a gesture of opening a chat with another player. If my memory serves me, this function has been preserved in the new world, rebuilding itself into something like a magical connection through a spell. " - Albedo ... " - a certain magical action really surfaced in reflexes, already in the usual way, as if remembering, like a forgotten skill. " - Y-yes! Momonga-sama! "- after a couple of seconds, an excited answer came. " - Explore the surroundings. There should be a second squad with spellcasters . " " -… " - silence hung on the other side, but it did not last long. " You are right, a large detachment of people is hiding in the forest, northwest of the village. Destroy them?"- she asked busily after the report. " - No. If I'm right, they are being monitored remotely. I am activating the protection now, so the long-range mirror will stop working. Your task is to raise the security level of Nazarick. Work hard so that it cannot be detected by magical methods. That's all, I will contact you if something goes wrong . " " Take care of yourself, Momonga-sama!"- the girl managed to wish before I passed out. Discovery Ban, Astral Concealment, Character Type Concealment, Observation Blocking, Anti-Teleportation Barrier ... Enough for now. And so I feel that I overdid it by two orders of magnitude. I remember that here the third circle of magic is considered awesomely cool ... - Zellos-sama? - the vampiress who noticed something with a question in her eyes looked at me. - Come on, Shalltear, we need to prepare to meet the guests ... A couple of days before. Southern border of the kingdom of Re-Estize. The cavalry detachment went at a trot, mercilessly spurring the horses. The target was nearby, the footprints on the ground were still fresh, even the grass had time to straighten out not everywhere. It was only necessary to push ... - Commander Gazef! - a young lieutenant, who jumped up to a broad-shouldered man about thirty-five or forty years old, nodded towards the smoke rising above the trees. The squad leader gritted his teeth and ordered a change of direction with a short nod. He knew what the smoke meant. I knew too well. Another devastated village lay ahead. "You know what to do," when the cavalcade galloped to the ruins, which had recently been one of the border villages, the man dismounted and approached the very outskirts. Two more steps, and he would have been met by a solid wooden fence with a loach. Earlier. Now - only ruins and still hot firebrands. Whoever did it it happened recently - ten to twelve hours ago, no more. Wooden houses burn quickly, especially if they are helped by earthen oil or magic. The attackers could still be overtaken, but the captain knew that there were still living people under the rubble. Choice, choice again. Save half an hour of time or save a dozen lives? But what if that half hour costs hundreds of lives in the next village? The territory is too big. And too few soldiers were allocated to him. However ... Gazef knew for sure that he could not just drive by. Like his people, already hastily treating the wounds of the first lucky ones who were found in the ashes. "Is this all the work of the Empire?" - his deputy came up from behind. "Or perhaps…" "Lieutenant, take some of the warriors and escort the survivors back to E-Rantel," Gazef interrupted. He knew his neighbors too well to believe in such an impudent yet careless attack. In addition, the fact that in the capital they knew about the attacks almost before they began, but at the same time they allocated him a ridiculously small number of soldiers. All this could mean only one thing ... but ... it didn't matter. More importantly, this boy doesn't have to die with him. - Commander, the king ordered to find those who attack the villagers near the borders of the kingdom, and to destroy them. - Right, - this time the warrior could not keep his sad smile. "But if the knights of Bagaruth are really behind this, then there are only fifty soldiers sent to the mission ..." "This is a secret mission," Gazef replied a little more sharply than required. But his lieutenant was not a fool, at times - to Stronoff's deep regret. - The nobles are behind this, Yes? - followed by a question, and the first sword of the kingdom turned fully towards the lieutenant. - Even among the king's entourage there are those who believe that the defeat of His Majesty's trusted warriors can be used for their own purposes, - the vice-captain stood by, looking straight into the eyes of his commander. - How petty ... - Enough - even if Gazef believed in his people, but still ... it was not worth tempting fate once again, and the guy had already spoken, if not to the executioner's ax, then to exile to the most remote and remote province of the kingdom. - You yourself perfectly understand all this, commander! - the lieutenant could not resist and raised his tone. - Obviously, this is a trap! Instead of dividing the troops here, we should all simply return to E-Rantel. It will be regrettable to lose the villagers, but the death of the best warrior in the kingdom will be a real disaster! - the guy spoke correctly. Correct words, correct logic. Sacrifice small to keep more. The warrior chuckled and turned back to the ashes. - I'm not a nobleman by blood ... - Me too! - Life in a village in the borderlands is life on the brink of death. It was not unusual for us to attack monsters ... - in whatever form they came. - Yes ... - the guy slightly closed his eyes, clearly understanding what his commander meant. "But didn't you hope that powerful nobles or adventurers would save, come to the rescue? "I'm not going to lie," the lieutenant replied quietly, "I hoped, but no one ever showed up. - Then, - Gazef turned away from the ashes, again turning to the lieutenant, and looked into his eyes, - let's ourselves become those who appear. - And ... - the guy even opened his mouth in surprise. - Let's show people who are familiar with danger and are constantly risking their lives ... show them powerful people who came to the rescue! "This is suicide, commander," the lieutenant did not look away.

"We're not going to die," Gazef replied firmly, climbing onto his horse. - We are going to save the inhabitants of our kingdom. "… I understand," his deputy bowed his head, and the First Sword of the kingdom gave heels to the horse. There was a trap ahead of them. And the inhabitants of Karn, to whom they will still come to the rescue ... if only it was not too late. Carne Village A thick cloud of dust rose over the troop of cavalry. The riders clearly did not spare the horses, hurrying to get to the village even at the cost of falling animals. It was not like the previous detachment, they drove in well and calmly, the same ones rushed like a fire. And the armor of the previous detachment was uniform, coats of arms and insignia were visible everywhere, and here it was like a detachment of mercenaries, each of which was armed by virtue of his wallet. The total number was about five dozen, most did not even have chain mail, only bracers, helmets and cuirasses, barely covering the most vulnerable parts of the body. A large man with a short beard and sideburns was galloping ahead. There was no doubt that he saw perfectly the death knights beside me, but that did not make him slow down. Inwardly I praised myself for that I had asked the headman with his wife and several volunteers in advance not to scatter and meet the guests with me, otherwise it could be uncomfortable if this Gazef, noticing only the undead and a suspicious figure in a robe, would try to attack me with acceleration. The fact that the move turned out to be correct became clear when, even twenty meters away from us, none of the riders made an attempt to get the sword. "I am the captain of the Royal Guard of Re-Estiza Gazef Stronoff," the front rider introduced himself, laying siege to the rusted horse right in front of us. His voice was strong and alert, but without a trace of arrogance or fear. The eyes of the man closely examined the undead I had raised, slid over me and Shalltear and lingered on the faces of the peasants. - I have an order to destroy the detachment of the knights of the Bagarut Empire, who sowed ruin in this region. You must be the headman of this village, - he unmistakably found through the eyes of Mikul, - what kind of creatures and people are next to you? - This man ... - the little man hesitated slightly. "Milord Zellos and his daughter saved us from the attack of those knights of whom you speak. He is a powerful spellcaster and a kind person ... Uh ... If it were not for him, our village would now be ashes, - the village head fell silent, apparently having exhausted the stock of prepared words. - How is it? - something new appeared in Stronoff's gaze, and, looking at me again, he immediately jumped off his horse and stepped closer. - If so, thank you for that! - the captain, not at all shy away, bowed in respectful bow. "Words cannot express my gratitude for your help. "Not worth it, - and he is really a brave man. Looking at his people tensely frozen in the saddles and unable to take their eyes off the huge figures of the death knights, it is easy to imagine what a normal reaction should be, and he not only deprives himself of maneuver, dismounting from the saddle, but also bows his head, blocking his own view. And after all, he cannot help but understand that I may turn out to be a hidden enemy, only waiting for his oversight, but he does it anyway. He is either a real brave, or ... No, a person with such eyes cannot be a fool in any way. - These people showed me hospitality and did not refuse help in a difficult situation. It seems that the knights in such cases say something like: my honor would not allow me to stay on the sidelines. But let me introduce myself fully: my name is Zellos, and this is Shalltear, my daughter. It happened, that as a result of one unsuccessful experiment with the magic of movement in space and the anomaly that arose in its course, we were very far from home. As I have already managed to find out, the surrounding lands are extremely far from the place of our past habitation, to the extent that I have never even heard of your country. In this regard, I ask you to forgive in advance if I unwittingly break any of your customs. "Oh…" Gazef did not hide his surprise. "This is very unusual, Mr. Zellos. But your skills are really not like what I have seen, - the warrior once again squinted at the death knights. "As captain of the Royal Guard, I promise to give you any help you need to find your way home, it's the least I can do for saving these people. - Hmm ... Just about that, - I turned to the headman. - I managed to take most of the attackers alive, and their commander said that there is another, stronger detachment. According to him, the destruction of border villages is only a secondary goal, and your main goal is your capture. - Did you take them prisoner? - Gazef did not immediately believe. - Yes, you can interrogate them yourself. At my request, local residents tied them up and locked them in one of the cellars. - Captain! - the shout of one of the soldiers from the back ranks announced the village square, before the man had time to answer something. - Captain! - he repeated again, actively making his way to us. - Rearguard spotted a large group of unknowns, they surround the village. It looks like it's the enemy! The angels are with them! - M? - Shalltear and I made this sound at the same time. - Immediately take up the defensive! - Stronoff commanded in a powerful voice that instantly flew around the area. - Headman, hide people in a safe place! Mister Zellos ... - the warrior looked at me intently. - You can count on me. The man nodded gratefully and set about organizing his people. In less than a few minutes, all the entrances to the village were closed. Some of the people dismounted, organizing ambushes between the houses, some withdrew their horses and prepared to play the role of an ambush regiment, while the captain and I moved to one of the outer buildings, from the windows of which the village field was clearly visible, where the enemy had already settled. They looked pretty impressive. Identical robes without loud motley, hidden faces, coherence clearly visible to the naked eye, and also the Archangels of Fire hanging in the air. Contrary to the pretentious name, the creatures were rather weak, invoked by the spell of the entire third circle of magic. But this was the case in YGGDRASIL, here they were clearly quoted at the level of heavy tanks, or even assault helicopters, and they looked solid ... But I still wanted to rub my non-existent eyes, because these stubborn Japs, even in a fantasy setting, could not do without their favorite large humanoid robots. On the pages of the manga it was not striking, but in reality natural "Lancelots" from some Code Geass hung over the heads of the enemy sorcerers, or what was the name of the white sleek nightmares? The size is a little smaller, the outlines are angular, the halos above the heads, but damn it, it was still natural anime bellows! because these stoned Japs, even in a fantasy setting, could not do without their favorite large humanoid robots. On the pages of the manga it was not striking, but in reality natural "Lancelots" from some Code Geass hung over the heads of the enemy sorcerers, or what was the name of the white sleek nightmares? The size is a little smaller, the outlines are angular, the halos above the heads, but damn it, it was still natural anime bellows! because these stoned Japs, even in a fantasy setting, could not do without their favorite large humanoid robots. On the pages of the manga it was not striking, but in reality natural "Lancelots" from some Code Geass hung over the heads of the enemy sorcerers, or what was the name of the white sleek nightmares? The size is a little smaller, the outlines are angular, the halos above the heads, but damn it, it was still natural anime bellows!

"Zellos-oto-san…" purred the vampiress, almost forgotten by me, but still firmly held by the hand. - Hs! - I put my finger to the mask, in the place where the lips should be. Perhaps she wants to say something useful, but I can see from her eyes that there will be more likely "let me crush these insects." "Yes, you were right, the squad is quite strong," admitted Gazef, who was also examining the new enemy from the window. "They surrounded the village at regular intervals," said the soldier who entered the door. "Hmm, no less than six dozen magicians," I quickly do the counting in my mind, estimating the number by the distance between individual magicians. - Is this normal in your lands? "Unfortunately not," Stronoff said. "Only the Slane Theocracy can afford to send that many spellcasters at once. And most likely, these are soldiers of a special unit, which is subordinate only to the High Priest. I hear they have an organization called the Six Scriptures for special missions ... "You seem to have quite a few enemies, Captain. - Yeah, I have big problems, - the man grinned sadly. "I didn't think that even the Slane Theocracy would hunt me ... Sir Zellos," Gazef turned from the window and looked into my eyes, "can I hire you? Be sure you get whatever you want. "Do not think it rude, but you cannot give me what I want. However ... - stand still, Shalltear! Be silent! No stinging remarks! - I already said that you can count on my help. "Thank you," the man bowed his head. - It's still early ... But let's discuss the plan. - I agree. "It would be unwise to meet them in the village, your cavalry is constrained here, and I don't turn around with attacking magic, it's best to impose a battle on this field," I look out the window. - But if their commander is not a fool, he will not remove the cordon, even if we come forward. "They need me," Stronoff repeated my gesture, fixing his gaze on the line of opponents in the meadow. - If I pretend to go for a breakthrough, they will be forced to pull all their forces so as not to release my squad. - Perhaps ... - I agree, recalling the pages of the manga. - Well, if everything works out, you will not have to run around the district after the shortcomings. - Can you handle six dozen spellcasters? - there was obvious skepticism in the warrior's voice, it seems, he assumed not so much a victory as really the possibility of a breakthrough and leading the enemy away from the village ... The vampire's palm twitched, almost breaking his grip. Fu, Shalltear! A place! Bad True Vampire! Fuh, I kept it ... - It would be rash for me to state something for sure, yet I have not yet had the opportunity to compare your school of magic with the tradition to which I belong, but these creatures are familiar to me, - I nod at the Archangels of Fire. - So if everything else in their arsenal is at about the same level, then I can handle it - indicative modesty is a useful quality for building a positive reputation, proven by Kaiafas Cain. And the legend must be supported, for how do I know the capabilities of local sorcerers? "Okay," Gazef nodded, it was clear that he didn't believe me, but at the same time he understood that he still had no choice, and I propose "at least some kind of plan," "then I and my people lure them out on yourself, and you ... - This is not necessary, I interrupt the warrior, not too politely. "I can cast an illusion spell on my Death Knights. They are heavy enough to create the necessary shaking of the ground, and can run just a little behind the speed of a horse. Let the undead take the first blows, and we will proceed from what we see. - Necromancy ... - Stronoff kept a stone-calm face. - Don't you approve? - I was really interested to hear the opinion of this person. "I don't understand," he admitted calmly. "I've never heard anything good about necromancers, but you, Master Zellos, are a worthy man to come to the aid of those in need, even though this is really of little benefit to you. "Mister Zellos is the greatest magician the world has ever seen! - could not stand the Guardian of the first three floors of Nazarick "offensive doubts in the master." - Shalltear ... - my free hand lay on the mask. Gazef clearly wondered what kind of strange relationship we had. The address "master" clearly did not fit well with the image of a normal relationship for father and daughter. But the captain refrained from questions, apparently, decided that you never know where we came from and what traditions we have there. - Okay, let's leave it. Death Knights will serve as a battering ram. They are tough enough that I think they will give us enough time to assess the capabilities of the enemy. I propose to hide the rest of the squad with a sphere of invisibility, so we can both observe and approach the optimal distance for a strike. Do you have any objections? - No, what are you, - Stronoff smiled amiably. - What you propose is much more than I expected. `` I can walk along the flanks and take a few sorcerers alive, '' Shalltear unexpectedly suggested. spreading into a kindly mischievous smile, showing neat, but such sharp little fangs. I suspect that not everyone will be able to take them alive ... - I am sure that you will be able to take themalive? - I highlight the key word with my voice. Judging by Gazef's gaze, he decided that it was a question of defeating the enemy without killing him, it is very difficult and the child may not pull it, even if he really believes in himself, but Shalltear understood everything correctly. "Of course, Zellos-oto-san," the creepy monster drawled in a velvet voice, turning on the "angel". It looked like the truth, but ... my inner Stanislavsky shouted with good obscenities "I do not believe!" I thought for a moment, but then I nodded in permissiveness, releasing the vampire's hand. The girl needed to get rid of her stress, and one or two extra ordinary sorcerers wouldn't do me any good, all the same, only the commander knows the most valuable thing. Once freed, Shalltear literally beamed, made a xnixen and almost teleported, reaching her normal speed. - Is it reasonable, Mr. Zellos? - still asked the warrior. - Sending a child ...

- My adopted daughter, - perhaps it is worth labeling her like this, even if the conversation between us and her passed, but my non-existent liver senses, the features written in it are much stronger than a single conversation, and with her character ... In general, superfluous I don't need problems with the locals, and if "a student in love with a teacher, whom he took care of from early childhood and considers his daughter" will be a picture even romantic and, most importantly, understandable to the locals, then "a couple of perverts beaten off on their heads, who can cut army "will make you unnecessarily nervous, but why do I need extra problems from scratch? Even small ones ... - magician, - I shrug. - She can handle it. - You know better, - my words did not strongly convince Stronoff, but he did not argue. - I will order people to gather in the square, how much time do you need to create illusions? - Little. Let's go ... A few minutes later we stood in the center of the village, and calling my creations, I superimposed on them the image of Gazef and his people. The real people became agitated, but the captain quickly called for silence. Another gesture surrounded the real unit of Re-Estize's army with the Orb of Invisibility spell, and then I gave the command to the Knights. The close-knit equestrian system galloped along the road to the field designated as the scene of action. The earth trembled not very naturally - it is difficult for four legs to replace two hundred hooves, and the cloud of dust did not rise, but the picture looked believable at an unassuming look. Much of her, however, was not required, just to hold out for five minutes and for these five minutes to deceive opponents. - We must go too, - I go under the sphere of invisibility and meet the eyes of Stronoff, who has already jumped into the saddle. - But do not rush - I can hide the appearance and sounds, but nailing a cloud of dust is much more difficult. - I understand you, Sir Zellos! - the warrior nodded and, already commanding his people: - Forward ... Meanwhile, the "drama" was played out on the field. Trying to break through, the "warriors of Re-Estize" went into a desperate breakthrough right at the spellcasters with their angels, and they were just waiting for that. The riders were just "accelerating", and the flying creatures had already moved their summoners from the cordon exactly to the place of the breakthrough. The commander also appeared, he could easily be distinguished by the "Prince of Observation" hanging next to him - an angel summoned by the spell of the fourth circle. This one looked a little more like an angel in the classical sense, at least he had a long robe that covered his legs, a mace and a round shield with the image of the sun, but otherwise he was still an anime "fur". By the way, Was that brainwashing artifact intended for Gazef? And what if he's here now? Inside it was unpleasantly cold until all emotions were blown out by the breeze in the skull again. Yes, that's right. The idea is stupid. It does not converge either in time or in action. If the goal was to capture the captain of the royal guard, the commander of the first squad would know this, but he was given the task of killing, and even these ... No, they do not look like the guys that Shalltear faced - there were women, but not a single one here. Whatever was going on behind the scenes, but this squad was clearly canon - the one who morally humiliated Momonych after cowardly using Gazef in the role that I let the stupid undead into. So excitement aside, nothing will happen to me here, like with Shalltear in that forest ... While I was thinking, my undead ran to the first angels. A pretentious swing with a fiery sword, and ... the illusion of the detachment is dispelled, leaving in place two three-meter monsters, who began to actively wave their pieces of iron. The first angels were dispelled in seconds, and the enemy mages mingled, but not for long. The Chief shouted something, and bunches of attacking and slowing spells flew into the undead, and the Archangels of Fire circling in the air began to attack at the same time. "They are holding on… Amazing," Gazef commented on the sight of the undead fighting, but I didn't share his enthusiasm. The Death Knights have a thirty-fifth level, but due to the fact that they were raised by the Overlord, they can be considered as sixtieth, or even seventy in terms of aggregate stats, and together they have good chances to pick out this whole crowd ... that even the weakest angels inflict additional damage from Light and Holiness with their attacks, which the undead dislike very much. Add here fire, against which the undead also have a weakness, and a hail of spells from six dozen sorcerers of the third circle ... - Evil eye, Bindings, Fire whip, Iron hammer of justice, Holy ray, Poisoning, Sonic blow, Opening a wound, Stun, Blindness, Acid arrow ... - I recited what I saw for the people around. "I know all these spells," I turn my face to Stronoff. - I think we can perform. Do you trust your lieutenant? - Of course, what kind of question? The man frowned. - Then, if I may ... - I step forward and turn to the detachment. "Massive armor," a yellowish glow enveloped people and horses for a second, as well as myself. "Mass Weapon Enhancement." The scabbard was all dyed scarlet. - Massive critical hit - blue light. - The massive strength of the bull ... Cat's grace ... Acceleration ... Protection from the elements ... General resistance, - a series of alternating colors stopped, and I dropped my hand in satisfaction. Misfires did not happen - the entire arsenal of buffs was activated normally. "And you really are a powerful magician," the captain said, "I don't know anyone who could cast protective spells on so many people at once and so many. - Hmm ... - something from the series "this is bad, because it means that no one here will help me" spun in the language, but after thinking, I gave up this thought. Even in supporting the legend, one should observe the measure. Instead, I turned the subject: "Before you attack, I would like to meet these mages in person. My enchantment will last for about a day, so don't worry about the time. - Are you sure? Stronoff frowned. - Yes. I have already appreciated their level. - Then I go with you. "That's why I asked if you trust your lieutenant. If something goes wrong, he will have to choose the time for the attack. "He can handle it," the warrior answered firmly without even glancing at his subordinate. - Then let's hurry - they almost finished off my servants ... - Vile creatures, - the leader of the squad emanated toxic anger, looking at how the already pretty battered undead hacked another Archangel of Fire. The man was clearly afraid, but he could well cope with his fear. - Call for more angels! - he shouted to his subordinates. - Concentrate attacks on the left! - without even looking at the subordinate, the warrior answered firmly. - Then let's hurry - they almost finished off my servants ... - Vile creatures, - the leader of the squad emanated toxic anger, looking at how the already pretty battered undead hacked another Archangel of Fire. The man was clearly afraid, but he could well cope with his fear. - Call for more angels! - he shouted to his subordinates. - Concentrate attacks on the left! - without even looking at the subordinate, the warrior answered firmly. - Then let's hurry - they almost finished off my servants ... - Vile creatures, - the leader of the squad emanated toxic anger, looking at how the already pretty battered undead hacked another Archangel of Fire. The man was clearly afraid, but he could well cope with his fear. - Call for more angels! - he shouted to his subordinates. - Concentrate attacks on the left!

Twenty more Fire Archangels rose from the glowing summoning circles and charged at the Death Knights. Fire and holy spells rained down, and no matter how formidable the undead seemed, they slowly surrendered to the onslaught of the attackers. First one, and then the second black giant collapsed, pierced by flaming swords, but joy did not have time to seize the people: - Send out patrols! - Almost breaking his voice, shouted a short-haired fair-haired man with colorless eyes. - Find Gazef Stronoff! He could not go far, even if there was a magician with an artifact of summoning such creatures in his squad! - Mister, they probably left the village on the other side, we will not catch up with them, especially if their magician can create such illusions, - one of the guys with a closed face tried to object. - Silence! Use angels - the illusion cannot be sustained indefinitely! And burn this village! Kill all the peasants found! - How sweet, - invisibility fades from me, and Gazef, taking a few steps forward, attracts attention. - dishonorable cowards! - Oh, captain, - the priest grinned, the fear he experienced clearly demanded an exit. - But who is this next to you? Have we found the godless warlock too? "Hmm… in the context of everything that is happening, it sounded as if if I had agreed to work for you, I would have suddenly become a" holy ascetic "," it was rather difficult to portray the mockery in the voice of a lich, which is not particularly emotional. - Who knows, - the leader of the squad enjoyed his superiority over the "vanquished", - perhaps, if you ask me properly, you will tell me where you got the artifact, and you will also donate to the Theocracy ... - I am almost delighted with his impudence. "You don't know how to lie," I had to admit, looking at how his face glistens with self-satisfaction. - Apparently, that is why still in dirty work - limited talent does not allow to rise higher. - You two will pay dearly for your stupidity, - twitching his cheek, promised the man, from whom, after my words, the mask of complacency slightly fell off. - You had to run while you had such an opportunity, but you, Stronoff, apparently decided to save your people and cover the retreat yourself. Stupidity ... - he said as he spat. - Unforgivable ignorance! - Hold on to me, Mr. Zellos! I will try to buy time for your witchcraft, - the warrior was determined to either Overcome, or Heroically Die, coming out ahead of me. - It is not necessary, - I put my hand on his shoulder, respectfully, but firmly returning to its original place. - You seem to be a magician of the fourth circle, right? - I turn my face to our talkative opponent again. - What? - The fourth circle is quite a lot. No longer a careless neophyte, making three mistakes in the simplest trick, and not a useless ballast of support, who will not step into the forest without an escort. The fourth circle is a completely independent magician, capable of winning without outside help and providing himself with everything he needs in any hole. - If you think your flattery ... - Flattery? Not. I just can't understand in any way ... - and shut up. - What? - and he really is still a fan of potryndet. Or is it a property of the anime universe? It will be necessary to consider this thought. - How can an experienced magician not wonder why I came, if I have zero chances of winning? Wouldn't it be more logical for us to really continue to hold invisibility and retreat? But instead I'm in front of you, don't you care? - I was curious to understand the logic of his reasoning. One way or another, I still have to work with the locals, and it is extremely important to understand their thinking. A different mentality is a different logic. - What nonsense ?! Why are you asking these stupid questions ?! No one can hold invisibility for more than a couple of minutes! The very fact that you got so close to us is an achievement! And enough of your reasoning! I no longer intend to listen to this nonsense! You two fools gave my subordinates to recover, and now you will die because of your ignorance and stupidity! Angels! Attack! Steel flashed nearby, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Gazef half-crouched, taking some kind of fighting stance, but no, today the overcoming is canceled. - Small exile, - a gesture - and all the summoned creatures rushing towards us are simply swept out of reality, only a thin layer of rapidly disappearing glowing dust and enemy wizards frozen in a stupor indicate that there was a good detachment of the Heavenly Host not long ago ... Well, for a low-level locations. "Sir Stronoff, I haven't finished my research yet, so could you put your sword down?" I would be very grateful to you. "Hmm," it seems, only now the warrior believed in my words, at least along with a chuckle, a really sincere smile appeared on his face. "You are wrong, Master Zellos, I am not a knight. And you can just call me Gazef. - In that case, you call me by name. But I still insist that you put your sword down. - Yes ... - the man looked at his right hand, squeezing handle - it will be true ... - Do not ... Impossible! - the talkative saint came to his senses. - What are you standing for ?! Attack him! Attack with everything there is! The chief op worked flawlessly, bringing the subordinates out of the state of prostration. The familiar Fire Arrows, Holy Strikes and other Poisonings flew at me. Some of the spellcasters even tried to send Corruption. To be honest, watching a wall of attack spells rush in your face is somewhat uncomfortable. Although my memory insisted that they could not harm me, I miraculously refrained from erecting some kind of shield. It was important. This is how, in polygon conditions, on a known enemy, to check the performance of the protection that I, in theory, should have. Let everything coincide, let everything seem to be clear in advance, but ... I'm not Momonga. Not Suzuki Satoru. Means, one difference from the canon is already there! And where there is one, there may be others. What if all the firepower was transferred, but not the defense? So far, everything is calm - not to notice anything, but at a critical moment to discover that you are a "crystal cannon"? No, checks are necessary. And it's better to arrange them like this - when there are local people ready to support, and Shalltear, who will get out of any ass, even if I get injured to the level of "barely alive".

The appearance of a breeze in the brain coincided with the arrival of spells, and they powerlessly shattered a few centimeters from the body, without even touching the cloth of the mantle. I could exhale - I would probably be heard in Nazarick. - T-creature, - seeing the complete impotence of his servants, the enemy leader breathed out. - K-kill him, Prince of Observation! A large angel lunged in my direction, bringing up a mace that flashed with a yellow glow to strike. Now let's check the physical resistance ... The crash of the collision of the magic weapon and my palm generated a small gust of wind. Damn it ... The physical characteristics of this body are really pumped up to the cap - I didn't even feel that my hand could be moved, just a ribbed ball fell into the palm of my hand ... - How strange ... - but in my performance of the spell, such a monster could hurt a hundred level player. "Hellfire," a small petal of crimson fire breaks off the index finger of his free hand, and the next second the angel is scattered by ash. "Oh… oh…" Stronoff seems speechless. - One ... blow ... - came from the positions of the magicians of Theocracy. - It's impossible! - the man's scream no longer resembled that well-fed and self-satisfied voice with which he began our communication. - It cannot be that an angel of this level was destroyed by one spell! Who are you ?! How could you go unnoticed until now? ! "C-Captain Nigun, what are we…" one of the faceless spellcasters stammered. So I found out his name, not even a year had passed. - Protect me! - the sorcerer crawled into his bosom. - If you want to live, buy me some time! I will summon the Supreme Angel! - a crystal druse appeared, exactly like that, how we met in Yggdrasil. Judging by Momonga's memory, it was a direct analogue of a wand or a magic wand, that is, an object containing a certain spell, less often a group of similar ones. They were valued for the fact that they allowed even nonmagical classes to use the spells contained within, that completely magical, having taken possession of some rare "Crystal of the Magic Seal", as this thing was called, could get into the arsenal of a spell of another class, and there is nothing to say. In contrast, ordinary sticks and wands did not give such an opportunity, being almost always tied to the class. Of course, it was possible to get around to the highest levels of restrictions, at least simply by multiclassing, but not everyone was ready for this. In short, these things had their own price niche, and not to say that it was a penny. Speaking specifically about this crystal ... It shone very brightly, which could indicate either the content of one or two very high-level spells, or the ability to replenish the charge over a certain time. "I must admit that this man's tenacity evokes involuntary respect," I share my thoughts with Gazef as a crowd of Theocracy spellcasters line up in front of their leader, preparing to repulse our attack. "Ha, it looks like you don't care who they call," the warrior grinned almost nonchalantly, but beads of sweat ran down his temples. - No, it's very interesting to me, but ... - the words that I wanted to say were drowned in the enthusiastic cry of Nigun: - Behold the power of the True Miracle given to us by the Gods! - the man squeezed a crystal druze in his palm, lifting it above his head. - The appearance of the highest angel! - the glow of the crystal began to pulsate and grow until it grew into a flash. - Dominion of Power ! A bluish light illuminated the field, and my nonexistent nose seemed to be touched by the feeling of an indefinite aroma. A huge figure, which now certainly has the right to be called "OBCHR", hovered in the sky, spreading many wings covered with white feathers. In segmented white hands, a golden staff rested, a white skirt descended from his belt, completely hiding his legs, and a certain religious symbol, woven of pure light, hung in front of his head. - Hmm ... As I thought. - Did you expect this? Stronoff glanced at me. - I was not sure if it would be a 7th or 8th round challenge. It turned out to be the seventh. Slightly smaller than I expected, but impressive for its level. - What are you talking about ?! - the arrogance and arrogance of the leader of the Scripture, which had given way to fear, returned with renewed vigor. - Tremble with fear ?! Yes, it is perfectly normal to tremble with fear as you are looking at the Supreme Angel! I didn't mean to summon him, but I made sure you are worthy of using this item! You hear, warlock, I'm glad I summoned this angel for you! Rejoice! You are such a great spellcaster that I will honor you with death at the hands of creation, which is beyond human powers! - Black Hole ... - I will not lie, for a second I wanted to experience the attack of this angel, just like Momonga did, but ... This second passed somewhere in the middle of the screams of the leader of the Slane Theocracy squad. In addition, one should not forget about Shalltear, who is now probably watching everything. If I, like Momonga, received damage, then the vampiress could fall into a rampage, and then splash all potential informants about this world before with bloody mincemeat, than I could stop her. It's easy for her now - "daddy" no longer holds the handle. So well, I have already checked the presence of stability. The spell was activated. A black sphere no larger than a fist appeared at the angel's chest - and the light dimmed. No, not so, the world collapsed into a black-and-white spectrum, sounds disappeared, wind and gravity disappeared. Just for a second, but that was enough. The body of the Dominion of Power cracked across its entire surface and fell into a greedy void. Another second - and nothing reminds the world that an angel has just been here, even the shining dust is gone. "Don't…" Nigun fell to his knees exhausted and stared at the sky. A tarnished but still shining crystal rolled out of his hand. - Power surpassing the Demon-Gods ... Who are you? - It's a little late to introduce myself, don't you? - I begin to walk towards the failed hero, but then in the sky there was a crackle of broken glass. For a moment, the sky really cracked, but the effect disappeared the same way it appeared, and I felt an influx of information from one of the previously applied protective spells. "W-what was that?" - the leader of the Scripture staggered back, still looking into the sky. - Someone tried to place the focus of remote observation over us, but my protection did not allow to do it ... Hmm ... - I got one thought, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person. but the effect disappeared the same way it appeared, and I felt an influx of information from one of the previously applied protective spells. "W-what was that?" - the leader of the Scripture staggered back, still looking into the sky. - Someone tried to place the focus of remote observation over us, but my protection did not allow to do it ... Hmm ... - I got one thought, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person. but the effect disappeared the same way it appeared, and I felt an influx of information from one of the previously applied protective spells. "W-what was that?" - the leader of the Scripture staggered back, still looking into the sky. - Someone tried to place the focus of remote observation over us, but my protection did not allow to do it ... Hmm ... - I got one thought, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person. but my defense did not allow me to do this ... Hmm ... - one thought came to my mind, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person. but my defense did not allow me to do this ... Hmm ... - one thought came to my mind, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person.

- W-W-Wait a second! - threw off that stupor and began to actively crawl to the side. - Sir, no, Lord! We are all ... No, I'm the only one! If you spare me, I will give everything you want! I ... I can easily pay you any amount! Just let me go! - his subordinates, from those who are smarter, have already asked the snatch, but I was not worried about this. Shalltear would diligently catch all the fugitives, there was no doubt about it. Those who remained were simply in a stupor. Everything they owned and were so proud of turned out to be useless. Their strength is ground and broken, casually and carelessly. The lower beings saw their place in the food chain and now could only shiver and beg for mercy. This feeling ... was surprisingly good. I gritted my teeth, again with a strong-willed effort driving away the thoughts of the sophisticated killing of everyone around me. I wanted to take a deep breath but the lungs were missing. - Gazef, - I pause slightly, turning to the warrior, - I must take my words back. He does not command respect, - I raise my hand and point it at the spellcasters. - Sleep ... - the wailing man froze in mid-sentence and collapsed to the ground. A faint wave of air escaped from his body, and the rest of the Scriptures fell after it. - That's all. "You are indeed a great magician, Mister Zellos," Stronoff bowed. "Once again, please accept my gratitude. If you need anything, I am ready to make every effort and opportunity ... - No, nothing. Although ... I would like to take some of the attackers. They didn't show anything interesting, but this… Amazing, "I look the man in the eyes, getting ready to play the role again. "I know all their spells. External effects, names, elements of creation. All this suggests that your school of magic should be identical to mine, but ... - But you are stronger, - understanding something by tone, the warrior suggested. - Right. At home I was quite famous and respected, but nevertheless there were many personalities of my level. I will not say that all of them could defeat me in an honest duel, but judging by the reaction of these people, what we considered to be quite an ordinary spell, which any court magician is capable of, causes religious awe in your magicians. But you do not have any oppressive fields, and the maneuverability of the environment does not differ from ours - I conjure freely without feeling any problems, so why are your magicians not capable of the same? Frankly, these questions are very curious, and I would very much like to understand them. "Hmm… I think a lot of the magicians of the kingdom will want to help you with this, but these captives are rightfully yours. I would only ask, if possible, to interrogate their leader before you take him. You'll do that, don't you? - It would be foolish of me to act differently ... And it seems that we have already switched to you, haven't we? "Indeed," Gazef smiled, turning in the direction from which his squad was already rushing towards us, completely knocking down invisibility. Shalltear immediately descended from the sky. Satisfied, satisfied. Like someone ate ... - Your order has been fulfilled, Zellos-oto-san, - sat down in the knixen "dear kind girl". - I intercepted three groups. Unfortunately, the enemy turned out to be too weak, I did not expect that the simplest Blood Boil would kill them instantly. "It's okay, Shalltear. Well done, - I did not deny myself the pleasure of stroking the almost purring death machine on the head. Nice little thing. "Hmmm…" Gazef cleared his throat. still keeping a straight face. The peasant's endurance is steel, I suspect that if I were in his place, I would already have adorned with white hair. "Zellos, may I ask, what will you do with the captives?" - I will send for interrogation and ... further use in my residence. - Residence? - now Stronoff is really tense. - But you seem to have ended up in our lands due to some mistake in the spell and do not know exactly where your home is? - Not really. I do not know where my past coordinates are relative to the new location, but my residence also moved with me. I do not know how it is customary for you, but here successful magicians often build their estate somewhere in the wilderness. Usually it is a tower or a castle, sometimes an underground labyrinth - some experiments require constant conditions of the surrounding world, and dungeons are best suited for this. - Oh ... clearly ... - the warrior rubbed his chin, and then I noticed a ring on his hand. An ordinary, unremarkable silver ring with an emerald ... worked as a belated trigger for memory. I remembered what that ring was. Damn ... I must possess this treasure, even if for this I have to nail Gazef, his entire detachment and the village to a heap ... The thought of mass murder did not cause any response or even the slightest rejection. Only the realization that it shouldn't be like this made me a little sober. I need to better control myself and think over decisions twice, otherwise I quickly become a soulless monster, and not in words, but in deeds ... However, this does not change the need to get a ring. But let's try for a start, just buy it, good credit of confidence in front of a soldier, I must be considerable. The only question left was, honestly to do this, or how at one time the colonialists bought land from the Indians? Well, as a last resort, I will erase his memory and try again. The idea of being able to rule the brains of the rational just in order to preserve a pleasant image favorable to me ... seemed quite reasonable and rational. No, the body of the undead also needs to be disposed of, and not even for the sake of the possibility of receiving carnal pleasures, but simply out of fear that for the sake of curiosity I will decide to dissect this world. It was Momonga who simply played the Dark Lord, although even so he went almost to the absurdity of the level of "my villain because the villain", along the way creating such disgusting game, from the realization of which, in a normal state, a decent Japanese citizen would probably go crazy. But this is it, but I really, purely out of engineering curiosity, can try to disassemble this world into its components ... brrr. Okay, first the ring, then we'll see. While I was thinking, the people of the Kingdom of Re-Estize were already galloping. They looked at me with reverence and sacred trepidation, but, praise for discipline, they were in no hurry to prostrate themselves. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone. While I was thinking, the people of the Kingdom of Re-Estize were already galloping. They looked at me with reverence and sacred trepidation, but, praise for discipline, they were in no hurry to prostrate themselves. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on a patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone. While I was thinking, the people of the Kingdom of Re-Estize were already galloping. They looked at me with reverence and sacred trepidation, but, praise for discipline, they were in no hurry to prostrate themselves. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on a patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone.

- Hmmm ... - so, to begin with, grab the handle of Shalltear. Shalltear's handle should always be in the grip during important negotiations! Okay, now everything is safe. So ... Miss True Vampire, don't make such a happy face! And you don't need to devour me with a loving look either! And cuddle up, and ... The breeze went over the skull, and everything didn't care ... To hell ... - Captain Stronoff, what kind of ring is on your finger? - I turned to the warrior, fortunately and the moment for changing the topic was the most appropriate. - Hey, we switched to you? - the warrior chuckled kindly, and I had to push the first impulse to a free expression of thoughts at the Guardian of the first floors. - And this? Gazef turned his gaze to the ring. - It was given to me by one ... friend, for a long time, - the knight closed his eyes and smiled. - What is it? - It's magical, isn't it? - Right, Stronoff admitted with a little surprise. - It allows the wearer to overcome their limit. A very useful thing for those who want to become a strong warrior. - May I take a look? - the most crucial moment. - Yes, please, - without pinching and without any visible excitement, the warrior pulled the jewelry off his finger and handed it to me. "Great Subject Identification" ... Hmm ... So this is how you feel when you see someone hammer in nails with a microscope. The ring really made it possible to overcome the limit. The limit of the maximum available level. True, I did not quite understand how much - the Yggdrasil spell gave out a strange set of information. It seems to give a description of the properties, but without exact numerical values, which was not typical for the artifacts I previously tested in Nazarick. Or describes that the item is magical, but the amount of magical energy invested does not indicate, which is also nonsense. In general, the thing was really created according to other patterns that have nothing to do with the legacy of past players who visited this world. - A very entertaining thing. It really makes it possible to overcome the natural limit. For an ordinary warrior, this will be muscle strength, reaction speed, general endurance, but all these are crumbs of his true potential. How to say - I rolled the bezel between my fingers. - The true potential of this thing is revealed only in the hands of the one who ... let's say, has achieved significant success in sorcery. Many magicians, resting against their ceiling, will not hesitate to give their right hand for this artifact. - And you, Mister Zellos? - the warrior again switched to an official tone, examining me, slightly tilting his head to the side. - I would prefer to give something less necessary to me and more useful to you, Gazef, - I look directly into his eyes, although in the mask it still means little. "No need," the warrior smiled openly and freely, "you saved this village without asking for anything in return, you saved my squad, again without demanding a reward. And I have already promised that I will help you in any way I can. And if this ring helps you save someone else, then let it be with you. - Well, I will not refuse, - I clench the jewelry in my fist, - but this does not mean that I will leave you without a return gift, - even if it is stupid and irrational, but ... you can say that I strengthen my image in the eyes of a perspective frame and invest in the future. Now he is somewhere in the region of the twenty-fifth-thirtieth level, by old age, perhaps, he will reach the fortieth-forty-fifth. And Death or the Elder Vampire from it will already be at the eightieth level. And in general, each Dark Lord must give a ring to his future Nazgul. Traditions. I climb into my inventory and take out the "Epic Dragon Blood Ring" - a good artifact that gives +20 to all basic stats, such as strength, endurance, dexterity, as well as a bonus to elemental-magic resistances. By the standards of Nazarick, it is almost garbage, here it is incredible cool. "Take it," I hold out the gift. - This ring increases all physical characteristics to a level where a common man can measure strength with a giant. It also provides a small amount of protection against magical and elemental damage. It will not completely save the third circle from the Electrosphere, but it will not allow it to turn into a charred corpse and even allow it to run well. The protection is constant and does not weaken, just the damage from each spell will be reduced by a certain value. It does not interfere with positive magical effects. - It sounds fantastic, but after what I saw today ... - the warrior did not refuse and put a ring on his finger. But his eyes, when he suddenly felt a surge of "incredible power" and, purely for testing, pierced the age-old oak ... Through and through. With your bare hand ... It was funny. Until the familiar breeze in my skull brought me back to the state of a rational machine. But it did not last long, because I did not take into account one ma-a-a-scarlet nuance. - Zellos-oto-san exchanged rings with another man ... - Shalltear was scary to look at, she was in a natural panic and culture shock. - Really ... Really ... Here it is ... That very forbidden male friendship ... Zellos-oto-san! It's true? You ... you ... I never thought ! * Klats! * - damn it ... that's how, how could this whole situation be viewed in a similar vein ?! - Oh! - Gazef was in solidarity with me. - Shalltear ... - if I could, I would moan, but ... - what kind of books did Perorontino give you? - fucking Jap, is there that abyss of perversions that you haven't touched ?! "I… I dreamed so much that someday… Mr. Zellos would offer a ring to me…" without listening to me, with a glassy look, she continued to fall into a quiet hysteria of a vampiress. The thought flashed through my head that "how just in time I mentioned that we are not blood relatives - incest is strongly discouraged in many cultures". - Oh, Great Powers ... - the absurdity of the situation was so overwhelming that I covered my face with my hands. Here's how to comfort her, while simultaneously keeping the legend and turning in the eyes of Gazef into the same patient, as the creator of this little pig ?! "It seems to me that it's better not to interfere with you now," Stronoff suggested, coughing tactfully into his fist. - Yes ... It will be very appropriate, - I agreed, experiencing true gratitude to the captain. - Then I will take care of the prisoners, - the man nodded and, rewarding me with a sympathetic look, went to his people. - So, Shalltear, - I bend over to the lola, shaking her slightly by the shoulders, - come back to reality, please.

Sadly to admit, there are positive aspects to being an undead. You don't need to eat or sleep, your eyes don't get tired of reading for a long time, no shaving or brushing your teeth every day, your limbs don't get numb from being motionless in one position, your back doesn't hurt, and there isn't even any sweat ... Am I reassuring myself? Yes. Not that I was worried, but I reassure myself, because the artifacts of the reroll literally burn the pocket, even if it looks like a "subspace inventory" ... And the undead have almost no discomfort during magical exhaustion, and taking into account the speed of recovery mana and the size of the magic reserve (and both the Lich have monstrous bonuses), earning it is not a trivial task. But the same Pleiades, after fulfilling the order to check ALL their magic for some time, did not just barely crawl, but the pleasure from their condition was clearly received little - exactly. Speaking of magic. The books in Nazarick, on the one hand, exceeded expectations. But on the other hand ... Even taking into account the fact that in some incomprehensible way I understood the language in which they were written ... No, not like that. I could read what is written there, but do you generally represent the level of literature that should be in the personal Tomb of Archilich? Yes, I felt like a preschool child, that for some reason I got to the books on mathematical modeling and theories of singularity! By the way, there were also books about the "singularity", I even found out in this volume a textbook on casting the spell of the Black Hole, which I completely owned ... only I didn't even understand all the pretexts in it! And nothing of the level of "magic for dummies" I have never come across. I haven't rummaged through the entire library yet, but I have suspicions that I will not find anything of a basic level here. The maximum is a dictionary of terms that I got at the very beginning, well, one of those that "translate" unreadable inhuman definitions into simply "a bunch of inhuman definitions, but conditionally readable". As an unforgettable "Adiabatic approximation - an approximation in the theory of solids, in which the motion of the cores of ions in the crystal lattice is considered as a perturbation." Here and then I found out what "Graviton magic pressure" is, but it's not easier for me, because I have no idea what kind of beast "zero-directed mass spirits" are and why this pressure is expressed through them ... Yes, by the way, Another plus of being undead is that my brains do not melt at all and my ears do not curl up into a tube. Who said "because you don't have them"? For the sake of variety, there were also "normal books" but how romance novels, hentai manga, or the self-instruction manual "PC for dummies" could help me now, I had little idea. As well as what it does next to the Book of the Dead, which tells how to become the Elder Lich. Rather, I knew the answer from the memory of my predecessor - the old trick with burying diamonds in a pile of manure, with the only difference that where exactly and what diamonds to look for, only members of the guild and the curators of the library knew. But this did not change the facts, even though these stubborn Japanese stuffed all the shelves in the library with cheap duplicates of passable draft books and other waste paper, the simplest thing that could be found here is the literature of a "professional young magician", that is, level thirtieth, if we speak in language games. Alas, I needed something for the first-tenth level, since even "thirty" already relied on concepts that I could not understand. In short, it was clear that I needed to get somewhere or textbooks of the level of a village medicine man, or a full-fledged teacher. Moreover, I cannot turn to my "tame monsters". They, along the way, do not bother with the magic theory at all - this time. Even Titus Anneus Secundus, the senior library caretaker, who has a desire for experimentation in his character, was, in fact, a simple crafter of typical magic scrolls, which he bluntly stamped with the skill of the profession. In short, my question can cause them a "blue screen of death", by the way, there are two. And hell knows what will happen to them after getting out of the freeze - three. Maybe they will forget how to conjure, or maybe they will come to the conclusion that "the king is not real!" Be that as it may, I was not drawn to experiments in this direction. Well, if we were talking about subordinates ... It was necessary to give orders to not very adequate, but very proactive executors very, very carefully. And if the "testing of magic" still passed without incidents, then with the exploration of the surrounding area, everything was not so good. Even the sweetheart Aura somehow, from the decree "Let's carefully scout the surrounding area", came to the concept of "catching all living things in the nearest forest, skinning and sawing! But because the skins, furs are soft, and the horns on the walls are beautiful! And also the skin of people and other lower creatures can be put on parchment for magic scrolls! " When I realized that she was all serious about this, that is, for her there really is no ethical difference between the desire to lie on soft skins and plans to let all the oncoming and transverse mushroom pickers go for ingredients, I almost had a heart attack! Why is there, the "icy wind" bringing my consciousness back to normal, at that time I had to two minutes - to think only, two minutes! - to ventilate the brains, while usually a couple of seconds were enough! .. The mentioned wind again gently touched the essence, reducing the intensity of emotions. As strange as it sounds to a lich. In general, with such subordinates, you really feel like a drunk dancer in a minefield. I have no other analogy. But at least the intelligence reports themselves were normal ... it seems. Nothing reasonable has been revealed, Vladyka! The herd of deer has been destroyed for your glory, Master! The scout monsters have had a snack and are ready to continue their search ... y-yes. I feel that the world will still have to be conquered, if only just so that these figures do not destroy it, and they are so embarrassed to "break the Master's property". But it is still worth dwelling a little more on the reports of my "tame monsters". To be honest, I'm just shocked. No, I "remembered" that 41 nerd-maniacs, pouring almost all their free time and money into the game, turned the Great Tomb into an impenetrable tin, which once withstood the assault from the alliance of eight TOP guilds, reinforced by "free mercenaries ", NPCs and donated buffs. And there are 41 maniacs against them and their dungeon non-writers. And they laid it all downfifteen hundredintruders ... Let it be on the penultimate floor, but they put it! This, damn it, is cooler than in "World of Warcraft" to go into one person on the battlefield "Alterac Valley" and drag, in real life, embodying the main theme of the song "We are not afraid of the paladin - forty of us, but he is one." Moreover, it was far from at the "sunset" of the server, so that both Ainz Oalovs managed to successfully defend themselves and track their "colleagues". And the hamsters of these hardcore players who started for the "persecuted" races were absolutely monstrous. 11 World Class items are simply indescribable. What is World Class? In essence, this is a piece of the console. Let it be limited so as not to break the balance on the knee at all, but still. For example, the Philosopher's Stone, the guild did not manage to get to it, but there was a description on the network - it generated gold and healing potions of the highest quality. No ingredient costs, reusable. Just pour mana into it and wait for the cooldown of the CD (both are expressed in ridiculous meanings), and in return - a slot of twenty "healoks" and one hundred thousand gold. And it was still considered a "weak" object, well, yes, there were a couple of "pebbles" in Momonych's storehouse, one of which allowed rewriting the magic system, the other - the physics of the world. The throne in Nazarick, by the way, was also from the category of these wunderwafels, so I had the honor to kick the artifact that ultimately protects Nazarick from destruction by other World Class items, and of everything that is smaller, too ... But what, I had it tightly in my belly one such object was mounted, stylized as a red billiard ball, and at the very beginning the Ginungagap rod peeped out of Albedo's delicate paws - the True Void, for a second, the most powerful object in the game for destroying large areas, in fact, "Exterminatus control panel", which Tabula Smaragdina put there "for fun". Damn, the exterminatus control panel ... which is now in Albedo's tender paws ...

I may be undead, but I clearly wanted to swallow. And shiver nervously. And also to think, how would this thing be out of harm's way ... however, I clearly did not like the prospect of taking this damned exterminatus from a level 100 demon, even if the demon seemed to be loyal. So, okay, let me just pretend I didn't notice this thing in her hands, okay? In the end, if they wish to smash the whole world, they will smash it anyway, so let's leave weapons of mass destruction in the hands of an inadequate demon, what could go wrong here? Ah-ah-ah-ah! .. So, let's have another purge of the skull, otherwise we will not sleep for long! The icy wave and the former calmness returned to me again. Yes, they would have such enthusiasm and ingenuity in the real world - they could well capture some third world country. Now to the specifics. Items, that the reality is bent - eleven. Almost all of them are reusable, some, however, have their own "price of power" in the form of hanging debuffs, or even dropping the level or even "removing the character". Besides that, almost five hundred ... - five hundred, Karl! - items of the "divine" class, which, in my opinion, are not so far behind the World ones. By the way, I do not take into account the sets of equipment of the rest of the guild - there are tied things, even if the comrades, leaving the game, threw off all their junk to Momonych and tied the gear to him, the class restrictions did not disappear - the skeleton mage could not be equipped with a hefty two-handed ax no way ... almost. But this is another forty "shelves", each of which has five complete body kits (raid, pvp, for different specializations, just "for the soul") ... minimum. And all these kits are gods and myths. Speaking of the latter, their account was already in the thousands. And again, from consumables to equipment, for which a player who has reached the level cap will not hesitate to grab his comrades' throats. No, the admins definitely sympathized with these maniacs. Either for wagering, or for a large total donate, but how else they got it all, I just don't understand ... Oh, yes, this is a bright Korean-Japanese future, where you can deposit money and get an increased amount of drops from bosses. Memory of Momonga, sometimes I want not to know you ... Meanwhile, the lists of things of the epic class were already ... eight cabinets. Eight. Hefty ones. Scored by the most "I can not". Five meters high. And three wide. Wardrobes! .. And there were eight of them. And these are just lists with the name, short description and quantity. Papers. Piles of pieces of paper. For eight wardrobes. I was afraid there that my NPCs will say the "blue screen of death", right? And I was the first to catch him ... Nobody even thought of counting things of "rare" and lower rank. It was something akin to garbage and the most popular consumables. But there were more than twenty thousand artifacts in the form of books alone (Call of the Battle Chimera is a rare consumable of level 50. The rest were about the same). And they were used to sniff legendary and mythical literature in their ranks. And the local "librarian" could craft all this - just supply the resources. And when I say everything - I really mean EVERYTHING that concerns scrolls and other paper-related topics. This thing could even copy the notorious Book of the Dead - a Legendary class item. Even if it is expensive. Myths are even more expensive, but, again, the fact itself. This did not apply only to World Items and those that were issued for donation. But it was logical. Donate things, by the way, generally killed. A +100 buff to all stats that persists for a day and "after death"? No question - that warehouse over there is packed to capacity. Leveling up protection from magic or physics? Look next - the necessary potions are there. And it was still flowers. Berries went for "overriding system restrictions" things. Do you want a magician with a two-handed ax? Use this wand and grab any drin in your hands, however, if you want to take a drin of a different class / type, or even just another, you will have to use it again - the restriction was removed for a specific character on a specific item. Finance and ingredients ... ahem ... if the guys from Ainz stupidly brought the mined game gold into real life, they would become multimillionaires. Everyone. The famous Disney duck who loved to bathe in gold in its vault can drown in the same place with envy - in the "treasury" of Nazarick I could sail in a submarine. Nuclear submarine. And no problem. After getting acquainted with the "materiel" list of personnel, I was frankly scared to open. No, I already knew the "main characters". It's just the trick that all the demons who happily swore allegiance to me were ... Floor Bosses. That is, those uncles and aunts who are waiting for the adventurers at the end of the dungeon. A very, very large dungeon. So, in addition to the "marshals", I also had lists of "generals", "colonels", "majors", "captains" and so on, so on, so on. Very long lists. Yes damn it, one Shalltear had a whole retinue of all trash, in which only the "Vampire Brides" were pleasant to the eye, but the same "Elder Vampires" were already Van Hellsing's nightmare, for not only are the freaks, which ones to look for, so also creatures of level 60, but because of all the bonuses from the "presence of the progenitor" and "terrain", even a couple of such guys could put 100 level adventurers off the heels if they clicked on a bite. Outside Nazarick, their effectiveness, of course, will decrease, but they will be able to make very, very many think about the eternal. And all the "Prosto" and "Young" bloodsuckers were countless. And after all, not only vampires! Demons, golems, evil spirits, chimeras, good old skeletons, from the "simple" skeletons of level 20 that the "good" Ainz Oalians dressed in armor of Rare quality and armed with the same weapons, to various Death Knights, Eye Dead, Pale Riders, necrochimer and other undead meat from the sixtieth to the ninetieth level. And for special connoisseurs, there were whole settlements of draconians, cat people (not cat girls, unfortunately. Very brutal anthropomorphic cats), insects and other tin. Crowned the pictureBattle Maidsas the last line of defense. And that was their class. That is, someone is a Magician, someone is a Knight, and here is a Battle Maid. A rare class, by the way, is not just given. In general, to summarize, I have resources for a small victorious war, even with the whole world, if there is no such monster in it. And the troops - to the total genocide of everything that moves. What does not move, they will stir up and also zagnocide. Because all this splendor has "aliment", if translated into a more or less familiar system to me, "Chaotic-Evil", with rare, rare exceptions. I used to think that I just fell into the Dark Lord, who is surrounded by a dozen super-strong maniacs. Let them be outrageously powerful, but only a dozen. But then it turned out that I have such maniacs - really legions. And they all need something to do. Well, except for the undead, yes. The undead are beautiful! I put them in a corner, said to stand to wait, they stand and wait - just once a month send dust off them to wipe them off. Uh-huh, a detachment of fighting, their mother, maids. Cool, damn it.

Putting aside another sheet of paper with the lines of Albedo's report, I got up from the table and walked to a large mirror that occupies a significant area of one of the walls of my office. Yes, in Nazarick there was a completely modern study, a subspecies of "the blue dream of the general director of Gazprom." Rather, there were exactly forty-one of them - one for the private chambers of each member of the guild. And there were also communal baths, a bar, a living room, a general store, a boutique, an art store, a nail salon, a dining room and a bunch of other, previously purely decorative, but now quite really working establishments. And this is only the ninth floor ... The grotesquely angular physiognomy of a skeleton dressed in the mantle of a stereotypical black magician, for some reason unbuttoned in the belly, looked at me from the mirror. Moreover, the mantle was exactly stereotyped, literally everything in it, starting from stubborn shoulder pads with built-in billiard balls, making my figure visually three times wider than it is, and ending with sleeves to the ground, shouted: "I am the evil and terrible lord of the dead, buga-ha!" Naturally drawn villain for a children's cartoon. And this stereotype literally in everything around really pissed me off. It's one thing to look at it on a monitor screen, and quite another to live in it. But don't give a damn about the aesthetic tastes of Suzuki Satoru, as Momonga was called in real life, in the end, I could change the look of my clothes by spending a little gold from the treasury, the problem was different. How, with a height of more than two meters, impersonate a person? The "mask of envy" that Momonych used for this purpose, excuse me, looks even dumber than my real face in the mirror (I already had the opportunity to make sure), and I have a suspicion that it was not the fact that people believed in the legend invented by the guy hastily played there, but the fact that these people had brains and they sensibly decided that to anger this dangerous hell from the mountain, to which such creatures obey like a Death Knight, better not. Says a wandering spellcaster? Nod and agree! You have to agree with dangerous psychos! I personally do not see any other logical explanations. Of course, there is no point in completely repeating Momonga's actions with games of masquerade and hanging noodles on everyone's ears ... But this is true only if I was thrown into the same world as him. Of course, the meadows around Nazarick indirectly confirm this, but indirectly - not reliably. With the same success, I could have been transferred to some "Attack of the Titans" with billions of predatory giants that have taken over the world, or there Hjørvard from the universe of Ordered authorship of Nick Perumov, but during the reign of the Young Gods. Why not? This is not the worst case yet! Well, how will a hive of tyranids emerge in orbit now, and the tank corps of the Blood Ravens will be trampled over the nearest mountain? In general, until I am 100% sure that I have ended up in the same world as my recipient in the canon, it is better to proceed from the worst, and the worst is when you have to dive in order to survive, disguising yourself as locals and sitting quietly under a broom. But how to do this if in all of Nazarick there was not a single ring, token or any other artifact that would reliably change its appearance without affecting abilities? No matter how much I strained Momonga's memory, I could not unearth a single mention of such things. That is, they were in Yggdrasil, but specifically one bruised guild of roleplayers basically did not collect these items! They are, you see, for the entourage, for the authenticity - no compromises and indulgences, only hardcore! How? This thing will allow you to enter the bright city and get access to the hostile auction without any problems? Burn heresy! Auto-da-fe! Exterminatus! Let's save the world from this abomination with a cleansing fire ! 1111adinadinadin And I seriously, it happened a couple of times! It didn't even help that these psychos in the process fiddled with this role-playing, literally hiccupping into the microphone with laughter, because according to the result I still didn't get anything! As a result, I could only impose an illusion on myself, but it flew off from any damage or defensive action on my part, or put on full magic armor through a spell reversal of skills, allowing for a selected time to translate all magical stats into physical ones, that is, to turn from a magician into a fighter. By the standards of Yggdrasil, it is an ability about nothing, since, in addition to the basic set of skills for handling weapons and the physical characteristics themselves, it did not give anything. It turned out to be just a fat unit, capable of stupidly hammering with a sword, without any combat skills, special techniques and reinforcing abilities. Actually, it was him that Momonga used, playing the role of a black knight in the guild of adventurers, but in terms of effectiveness, this enchantment did not differ much from an illusion, take off your helmet - and everything about you is clear. - Narberal, - I beckoned to the battle maid, who stood in a motionless statue at the door to the office. I stopped paying attention to the intrusive guardianship from the NPC already in the first hour of detailed study of Nazarick. Wherever I go, next to it all the time, either Sebas or someone from the Pleiades was attached as a shadow. Mindful of their fad on the topic that the gentleman should always be accompanied in order to be able to become his shield in case of danger and further in the text, I did not even stutter about objections. Not because I did not believe in my ability to send them and defend my right to personal space, but because I did not see the point in this. It is also very useful to have a maid next to you, who will meekly clean everything up after you after digging in the next chest with artifacts or take the books taken back to the library. I don't understand why Momonga was so nervous about a situation like this ... "Yes, Momonga-sama?" - leaned forward a beautiful doppelganger with Asian, well, in an anime manner, facial features. - I need to find or make a mask for me. A simple faceless gray mask with some transparent material in the holes for the eyes so that you can't see my eye sockets from the outside is a small effort, and an approximate illusion of what I want appears over my palm. "And invite Albedo to me. Tell me I need to change the appearance of the robe. "It will be done, Momonga-sama." It's interesting, I don't have sex drive right now, but when a cute girl bows to you, it's still nice. What is it? My aesthetic tastes or archilich's vanity? No sooner had the combat maid left, and I again returned to the table, when what I subconsciously expected happened. An extremely overexcited Albedo burst into the room, whose yellow eyes with an elongated pupil shone like anti-aircraft searchlights, and whose hands nervously squeezed some kind of flat box. Momonga-sama! I arrived so quickly as soon as I could! I ask you to forgive my faithful servant for keeping you waiting! - rattled the demon, devouring me with adoring eyes.

"It's okay, Albedo," it's a pity Momonga didn't read all one and a half meters of her character description, with this knowledge it would be somehow easier. - I need to create a suitable image for traveling incognito. As far as I know, your skill in creating and reworking equipment parts is the highest in Nazarick, so I would be grateful if you would help me. - I am not worthy of such words! The demoness blossomed, blushing. - As the Greatest and as my beloved, please use me as you please! - graceful hands in white gloves moved up excitedly, pressing the box to the stomach and lower chest, which made the upper part expressively rise, further emphasizing the fullness and roundness of what could be seen in the neckline. - Hmm ... - I would use you, oh, how I would use you, just nothing. And the main abomination of the situation is that I understand this only speculatively ... This is how you, it turns out, look like, a dark shadow of impotence. - Let's talk about the case. I haven't changed the style of my robe for quite some time. Not that it stopped me going, by no means, it is the best artifact armor for my class in Nazarick, but since we are in this situation, I guess it makes sense to redo it a little so that it does not scream so much about my belonging to the undead. "Do you want something discreet that will hide your majestic body from prying eyes, Momonga-sama? - here's how you can ask a question, while simultaneously expressing in a voice servility and the fact that she was horrified by the guess, that is, the deepest and sincere condemnation? - No, I'm not going to dress up in rags, - I reassure the girl. - Just change the style a little. Less visible accessories, fewer bright colors, a slimmer fit, and slim sleeves that go well with gloves. I need a strict and elegant black robe, worthy of a high necromancer, but not shouting about the profession of its owner to everyone I meet. Do you think this is possible? - Oh yes, sir! I'll do everything! - Albedo blushed even more and, it seems, even began to tremble with excitement, and her wings behind her back fluttered altogether, as if in a gusty wind. - And to ... When can I start? Right now? Here? Will you ... will you take it off for me ?! I ... I will see Mr. Momonga ... - at this point, the demon stuck, and she obviously went somewhere in her fantasies ... Y-yes. - Yes, if you don't mind, you can do it now, - I begin to take off my vestments, noting out of the corner of my eye, that at the first movement, the warden's face regained meaning and the whole pose was filled with barely restrained impatience. Here's a strange thing, Satoru only prescribed her two words "Loves Momonga", where does such obsession and lust come from? She's actually almost drooling over my bare bones, that's okay, no? What kind of savage psychological deviations in the field of intimate life did Tabula Smaragdina prescribed to her that she had such powerful reactions to a banal nudity? May the Universe forgive me for using this term to display a naked skeleton. Or is it more correct to call it fetishes? Or complexes? Damn it, I didn't have time to take off my shoulder pads, but she's already all red, like a tomato, and breathing intermittently ... - Albedo, are you all right? - I still could not resist. The concentration of the phenomenon "a teenage fan spying on the dressing of a favorite star" has reached too high a density. I think Momonga would have fled in my place, in fear that he would be raped, but I was seriously worried about the health of the poor girl, would she have a heart attack there from such experiences? "It's okay Momonga-sama! Do not stop! Your faithful Albedo will do everything! - for about zero as much as seven hundredths of a second, the demon rattled, already exuding natural clouds of steam with red ears. Looking at this picture, I was even somewhat lost in feelings. On the one hand, I was already mentally ready for the fact that she would now run her hands under the dress, on the other hand, I was afraid that I might not ... this thought was lost. What can you do with bare bones that have nothing at all, I personally didn't have enough imagination, but I believed in Albedo, yes. Okay, what is it, but I'm just wondering what the psychiatrist would say about the local "Supreme Beings"? Every time I think that here it is - the edge and it is no longer possible to be beaten back, a new deviation of them is revealed to me. I swear, if in the end it turns out that Cocytus is a hidden Tentacle Monster who is in love with Demiurge, I'll just shrug my shoulders and say that I expected something like this. That's the truth! While the head was occupied with reflections, the hands continued to be exposed, and now the clothes lay on the sofa for guests, and Albedo ... froze and dripped saliva. My hand meets my facial bones. - Albedo ... - Huh? ABOUT! Yes, Momonga-sama! - her gaze regained focus. "The damn little thing was right," the demon muttered softly. and I seemed to hear a distinct creak with which she looked from my bare bones to my clothes. Then she nodded to her thoughts, and ... some knives, scissors, needles, threads followed from the box. I continued to stand and watch. For the Supreme Demon level 100. Behind the Head of the Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. For "The First After God" ... that, sticking out her tongue from zeal and purring something happily under her breath, she took and altered the Archilich's mantle. With a thread and a needle. Magic robe. And she calmly changed. Now I have seen everything. No, well, maybe that's the way it should be, but I was expecting something ... I don't know, magic is there? Rituals? Even the "systemic" costs of gold. After all, this is how Momonga's memory painted it all to me! I wonder how fast I can sleep with them, despite all the help from the skull purge? - Done, my beloved Vladyka! - from reflections on the futility of being and the fact that everything is decay and in general Dust in the Wind of Changes, I was pulled out by the purring voice of a girl. I looked up and saw Albedo clutching a majestic robe in her hands, black as a piece of primordial darkness, dissected only by thin silver embroidery, folding into some kind of pattern, perhaps even magical. The fact that the dress changed the color and texture of the fabric did not bother the demoness at all. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So that's what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, you leveled the hundredth. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes. I looked up and saw Albedo clutching a majestic robe in her hands, black as a piece of primordial darkness, dissected only by thin silver embroidery, folding into some kind of pattern, perhaps even magical. The fact that the dress changed the color and texture of the fabric did not bother the demoness at all. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So this is what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, the hundredth leveled. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes. I looked up and saw Albedo clutching a majestic robe in her hands, black as a piece of primordial darkness, dissected only by thin silver embroidery, folding into some kind of pattern, perhaps even magical. The fact that the dress changed the color and texture of the fabric did not bother the demoness at all. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So this is what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, the hundredth leveled. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes. the demoness was not at all embarrassed. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So this is what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, the hundredth leveled. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes. the demoness was not at all embarrassed. As well as dissolution in an unknown space of meter shoulder pads made of bone, metal and crystals. So this is what you are, a tailor of the eightieth ... sorry, the hundredth leveled. - Thank you, - the answer came out somehow hoarse. - You do not like? - how much of the approaching panic and horror in those eyes.

- Wait a minute ... The spell of evaluating things breaks off my hand, and information on all the stats of the vestments arises right in my head. I did not notice any changes since the last assessment, and Momonga remembered the indicators of each of his artifacts by heart. Well, great. I put on a robe, which now really was much ... more compact, more comfortable, and personally for me - more refined. Going to the mirror, I examine my reflection. Well, the growth still hasn't gone anywhere, but now I at least do not resemble a wardrobe draped with curtains. If you pull on the hood and cover your face with a mask, then it is quite possible to pass for a person, albeit a very gloomy appearance. "Nice work, Albedo. You have fulfilled my wishes perfectly. - The desires of my beloved Vladyka are the law for me! - the girl bowed, hiding eyes glittering with feverish fire. "Speaking of that… Albedo, do you know that I put your feelings for me into you myself? - it would be necessary to clarify this point. - Sure! - the demoness straightened, touchingly folding her hands in front of her, while her cheeks were covered with a blush. - I remember how you stopped in front of me and did it, - sounded with a sweet languor in his voice, and as if I did the very thing, after which decent men are obliged to take responsibility ... By the way, I would not call the analogy inappropriate. - And it doesn't bother you? - Is this a problem? - the demoness naively slammed her eyes ... may the great forces forgive me for such a phrase. - Explain, please. "Momonga-sama, only one thing is important." The girl leaned closer, her black wings fluttering excitedly. - It pleases you! I am sure that Tabula Smaragdina will forgive you! Like a father when his daughters propose! - I do not like that I am beginning to predict the future train of thought of the inhabitants of Nazarick ... - Lord Momonga, can I come to you? - the unexpectedly opened door opened my eyes to a shining amiable smile of Shalltear, who did not hesitate to make a knixen, as soon as I turned in her direction. - Oh, my lord, you are so beautiful in this outfit! The vampiress flew closer with an elegant movement, beginning to devour me with the same look that Albedo had not so long ago. "Has something happened, Shalltear?" - She didn't come here just because the word of mouth of the battle maids had already brought the news to the first floors that I had called Albedo into my chambers and we had locked ourselves alone for a couple of hours? - Of course I came here to admire your amazing appearance, Momonga-sama! - not at all embarrassed, admitted Bloodfallen. And this ... You do not want to say? .. - You admired? - Maintaining impeccable calmness, the senior overseer spoke. "Now go, Shalltear. Lord Momonga and I were discussing an important matter. "There are always so many problems with old women," the loli sighed with mock sympathy. - Everyone knows that before getting down to business, you need to observe etiquette. It is very sad that your age affects the understanding of elementary things, - a very expressive shot with eyes followed in the direction of Albedo. - Does the approaching end of the expiration date provoke you to such reckless behavior? - Is food with so many preservatives that there is not even an expiration date, somehow different from poison? - continuing to smile politely, the demoness responded. - It seems much more dangerous. - Much more to be wary of bacteria in spoiled food, - the vampiress manneredly covered her mouth with a pen, without taking her eyes off her rival. - They can cause different diseases ... - But in order to get them, you need to eat food, - the demoness's smile began to acquire an obvious tension. - But I don't see that you have something other than a beautiful wrapper. All you have to offerseems pretty good, '' she highlighted the word in her voice, firing her own shot at the top ninety vampires, `` but is there really anything behind it ... ... - Wrap ?! I'll finish you off, creature! - a hardened bear growled a miniature cute creature, shrouded in a bloody haze. - Who here expires, whore ?! - now an evil aura has already risen over Albedo. I stood nearby and flowed around. That is, I guessed again. She came here stupidly to disrupt Albedo's date. This is bad. No, not like that, it's a disaster. If I begin to understand the train of thought of the monsters of Nazarick, it's just awful, because it doesn't say anything good about my mental health. But if I start to understand the train of thoughtwomen-Monsters of Nazarick, this is, I'm sorry, full of fucking. Or to write off everything on the fact that I know the canon a little and imagine what to expect from both of them? .. Yes, exactly. So we will do it. This will explain everything. I'm normal, I just have information. ABOUT! So the breeze went down the skull, how good it is ... - Shalltear, I think I already told you that it's worth finding out your relationship in private? Albedo, this concerns you too. Your mutual insults are humiliating to me. "Sorry, Momonga-sama! - chorus blurted out in sync with bowed girls. "Leave me alone," I wave my hand with visible irritation and head to the work table. Let them feel guilty, maybe at least something will be deposited in my head ... - Yes, Momonga-sama ... - again the unfortunate, beaten puppies stretched out in two voices ... Wow, I am beginning to share my predecessor's desire to find my guildmates in this world. For how these fucking moral monsters perverted the concepts of "epic archdemon" and "true vampire", they must be found and done very, very painful! A little bit later. - It's all your fault! Albedo hissed through clenched teeth as the door severed them from the guildmaster's quarters. "Lord Momonga was already ready to accept my feelings! - Excitingly closed her eyes. - And now he's disappointed! How dare you disappoint our Lord ?! - graceful hands in white gloves clenched into fists with indignation. - Look at yourself! Shalltear snarled. - You were the first to insult the feelings of the master by starting to make orders in his room and send his guests out!

- His guests ?! - the demoness's voice jumped a couple of volume levels. `` You, little girl, appeared without an invitation, rushed into our place without knocking and began to embarrass my beloved Momongu-sama with your dirty harassment! - What?! - the vampiress also started up. - At the very udder of that and look will fall out, depraved gorilla! - At least I have something to fall out, the board is undersized! - Rrrrr ! - Arrrrr ! The two disputants were again enveloped in a threatening aura, frozen in front of each other, like two hissing cats, but then suddenly Shalltear relaxed and with all her appearance portrayed an extremely well-bred lady. - I will not succumb to your provocations, otherwise the master will scold me. - It is I who will not succumb to your provocations, because I do not want to upset my beloved Lord, - Albedo instantly orientated herself, also putting on the image of an innocent angel. "Let's see how long you last," she squinted at the vampire's rival. - Let's see how long you will last, - the demoness did not remain in debt. - Hmm! - two contemptuous snorts merged together ...

The sounds outside the door died down, and I mentally exhaled. What exactly these two perverts of all Nazarick were saying to each other, I did not hear, but the general tone of the voices was not encouraging. However, okay, as long as I do not allow them to contact with the outside world - everything is in order. Once again I examine my reflection ... I need to add gloves to the image. Anything with a regeneration bonus or ... Do we have artifacts in our storehouse with built-in healing spells? If this is still the canon world, then the ability to heal and revive will soon come in handy for me. By the way, a long-range mirror should also be obtained. The door creaked, letting in the unflappable Sebas. Well, here's the nanny - a minute alone has not passed. Eh, if I still decide on a reroll and everything goes well, I will have to do something with my personal life, otherwise, I feel, They will follow me and will go to the toilet ... By the way, is there a toilet in my rooms? It would be necessary to clarify this issue in advance ... A few hours later ... "Hmm…" This long-range mirror was controlled in much the same way as the picture on the touch screen, only you had to move your hands not over the surface, but a little further, accompanied by a slight strain of mana at your fingertips. The image could be zoomed in, zoomed out, changed the angle of view ... Just like in the First Neverwinter, only without the mouse and snapping the focal point to the character. A great thing if every second player could not hide from it with the simplest charms against magic surveillance. The question was, can the locals do this? However, even if they can and their mirror simply will not display, the area is still visible well, but I don't need more yet. I would only remember which side of Nazarick in the canon was the village where the "first contact" took place. I will find her - and a bunch of problems will disappear at once, if only to find ... I threw away the northern direction almost immediately - there lay a powerful mountain range, on the way to which no settlements could be seen. To the west, just beyond the plain, rose a vast forest with no end or end in sight. Only the south and east remained unchecked ... And so, as soon as I crossed the edge of the forest to its southern end, luck smiled at me. The settlement of two dozen households was quietly living its own life. Small figures of residents toiled in the fields, several old people sat with very small children on the heaps in front of the houses. Everyone was busy with business. In general, a typical medieval village, well, the one in which the peasant, if he does not want to die of hunger, has to work hard from dawn to dusk. In the summer, for sure. The only difference from my past world Immediately striking is the general color scale and animeness of the "graphics", but I have already started to get used to this and hardly notice it anymore. I did not see the elements of magic, any protection - also, do not count as such local dogs that only barking can raise the maximum? In general, a completely unremarkable village, perhaps the closest to Nazarick. Or not? To clear my conscience, I also checked the east, but for a couple of days on my way, I did not find anything reasonable. So if I was thrown into the same world and the same "location" as the canonical Momonych, then a devastated village in the ass of the world - here it is. True, it has not yet been ruined by anyone, and since I have not found a reasonable life in the area, it will not be ruined for another two or three days. That is, if there is exactly the canon. By the way, I caught myself thinking ... that I absolutely do not care if someone carves out an entire village like this. Not, I was that still a misanthrope before, and the "starving children of Africa" did not shake me from the word at all, but now ... I understood that if someone would cut women and children in front of me, I, having the opportunity to prevent it, would just pass by ... For why interfere and strain for these lower beings? Scrolling through the thought again, he gritted his teeth. Perhaps the problem was not Momonga's canonical idiocy about some things. Being determines consciousness, and I am now the highest undead with a "chaotic evil" alimentation. Or orderly evil at best. And this imposed its own limits. Changed, and quite quickly and gradually. Understanding the train of thought of the monsters seemed to be the first bell, but ... knowing the reason, you can fight it. For example ... yes, my Tomb appeared here, which means that everything for at least a week's journey around is mine. And some left-handed stray assholes ... They dare not. Spoil. My. Things! Well, well, I don't give a damn about the village anymore - I really feel the desire to tear to pieces those reptiles that will be disgraceful there ... True, something tells me that doing such a Jesuit trick, I can hardly fly no more than becoming a "real" lich. You still need to solve something with the reroll. - Master? - Sebas clearly noticed my displeasure, but could not understand what caused it. - I found a settlement of people. Well, or creatures that look like people. From them you can get the information we need, at least about the nearest district. - I will order your servants to catch them and bring them to you ... - ... - I really wanted to close my eyes and sigh wearily,

- I'm not going to attract attention before I can accurately determine the level of strength of local residents, and a devastated village and people driven away from somewhere else can attract attention. "Sorry Momonga-sama. I didn't think about it, "the demonic butler bowed his head. "I think it would be most sensible to visit them personally," I lean back in my chair. - A wandering sorcerer in a mask ... unusual, but should not cause more than suspicion, - I begin to reason aloud, mostly to convey my motives to the butler, not letting his imagination run its course. "You mustn't take that risk, lord," hen-mod is activated. "I insist that you take security with you. - To risk? - I turn my head to the butler. - If there is anything in this village that is dangerous to me, then any of the Guardians of Nazarick will not change anything. "Nevertheless, it is my duty to be your shield. This is the reason why Lord Touch Mee created me. "I appreciate your concern, Sebas, but you know very well that in Yggdrasil I left the tomb alone for several years," propping my face on my hand, I watch the dragonoid. What I said was pure truth: in recent years, when the guild actually died, Momonga every day, as if to work, entered the game, farm gold, held events and, in general, kept the tomb in good condition with all his might. In all fairness, a significant chunk of the treasury is his personal merit. "Yes, Momonga-sama, but you said yourself that you need to be careful now," and you got out of it… "" Hmm… Caught me at my word, then? Okay, let's do this ... - I pretend to think. - Dwarfs, I did not notice elves and other races, this can mean both that they are not in this area, and that they are enemies of people ... It is a pity that it would be appropriate to take Aura or Marais with you - they look innocent enough, and they answer trivial questions from children more willingly ... - another pause, when I was really thinking. "Tell Shalltear that she will accompany me. Let him wear something appropriate for a human child - a wandering gloomy man who also hides his face will definitely raise questions. But the sorcerer who decided to "get out into nature" with his daughter-student, on the contrary, if he attracts attention, then only positive and from the perspective of "please an important gentleman." It was a good plan, it is a pity that I underestimated a little the bruised local non-writing ... and the fucking fucking of their creators. It doesn't matter how many times I mention it all the time something new was emerging ... The wait did not last long, ten minutes later a vampiress appeared in front of me in the image I ordered ... to the best of my understanding ... - Ah, Vladyka desired role-playing games! Shalltear was looking forward to this, but she did not dare to hope-desu! - Klats, - my jaw still fell off, and purging the skull somehow didn't help much. So, I'm going to leave out sayings like "fuck it" and "I saw hentai that started out the same way," let's just clarify what this girl was in. Shalltear was dressed ... in the uniform of an ordinary Japanese Schoolgirl. From high school, she even had a small backpack with a "print" of a cat's paw over her shoulder. But ... a short skirt was long over the edge of a foul, an unbuttoned blouse opened up a view of the beginning of the "hills", there were fishnet stockings and boots on my legs ... plus makeup, but this is already so, the last nail in the coffin lid. - Don't you like it, Vladyka? Oh, sorry, desu, Shalltear forgot about the Most Important! - and she put on a headband with cat ears. "I still have a ponytail ... but," a blush appeared on my cheeks, "I may need the help of the Vladyka with his attachment-nya," they showed me the "ponytail". Is it worth mentioning that at its end there was not a hook at all for clinging to a belt or clothes? Perorontino ... you fucking oversized hentai woodpecker. I knew that you were a stoned perverted, but ... but ... but this is just beyond any decency, good and evil, common sense and so on. There should be a sense of proportion in everything! The Raid Boss shouldn't be running around the dungeon wearing a hentai schoolgirl outfit! - Shalltear, how dare you suppose that the Lord will do something like that with you ?! Albedo hissed like a snake, of course, not wanting to leave me alone with the vampire for a second. As I understand it, especially after I saw that in the corridor in this form. - Don't you understand that he sees in you only a child and therefore demanded to dress like that! - Shut up, old woman, you don't understand anything! Role-playing games are a very important stage for a strong and fruitful relationship between a man and a woman, as Mr. Perorontino said! - if he nevertheless got into this world, I will pluck out all his feathers and stick them in his ass, I swear. - Enough, - I interrupted the dispute, which began to gain momentum. Again. - Now I'm not interested in games, - the vampire directly slept from her face, - although I admit that such an outfit on you, Shalltear, gives me pleasure, - immediately shone, they need a little for happiness. If this "a little" still didn't eat my brains like that ... eh. "However, at the moment I need something different. We must be at least remotely similar to the locals, and therefore your outfit does not fit - I create the illusion of an ordinary young peasant woman, which I saw in a magic mirror. - The locals look something like this. - P-sorry, Vladyka, - the guard of the first three floors looked dejected, - I can hardly find such an outfit. - Why? - given the level of perversity of this feathered one, I am surprised that his creation does not have something like that. Well, there for the plot "Little Red Riding Hood and the Hunter Squad" ... - This dress is linen, isn't it? There is no such primitive material in Nazarick ... - Shalltear was almost crying, but I realized that I had once again stumbled and my example with the illusion was taken as a direct guide to action. - You will portray the daughter of a powerful magician, so the material can be anything, the main thing is the approximate style. - ABOUT! Then I have a suitable one. Almost, - annoyed her with a tooth. "Albedo, help Shalltear adjust the dress. - As you command, Vladyka. Of course, I will help this crooked clumsy ... - Grrr, my talents are much higher than the skills of pitiful servants! - Wretched servants? Vladyka himself approved my work! - Even if I have eternity ahead of me, but my patience is much less, - to press with aura a little - and now they, having squeaked in unison and bowed in sync, just evaporated to carry out my order. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music. Of course, I will help this crooked clumsy ... - Grrr, my talents are much higher than the skills of pitiful servants! - Wretched servants? Vladyka himself approved my work! - Even if I have eternity ahead of me, but my patience is much less, - to press with aura a little - and now they, having squeaked in unison and bowed in sync, have just evaporated to carry out my order. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music. Of course, I will help this crooked clumsy ... - Grrr, my talents are much higher than the skills of pitiful servants! - Wretched servants? Vladyka himself approved my work! - Even if I have eternity ahead of me, but my patience is much less, - to press with aura a little - and now they, having squeaked in unison and bowed in sync, just evaporated to carry out my order. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music. They will bring me to the handle, and I will not be able to throw off stress in any of the ways I know. Maybe listen to music.

Be that as it may, but forty minutes later I appeared Shalltear in an updated outfit. In some ways, it resembled her casual dress, but it was much simpler and at the same time more elegant. And also - did not have inserts under the bolsters on the chest. "Hmm… Let your hair down, Shalltear. - BUT? Yes, of course, - the vampiress obeyed, and soon a train of pale gray hair with a pink tint scattered over her shoulders to the very toes. - Pick them up a little so that they don't touch the floor, and it will be fine. "As you wish," the girl purred, and soon the ladies, in four hands, managed in some mystical way to shorten the hair, so much so that it visually remained loosely loose. "I'm delighted," I had to admit as I watched the result. With her hair down, no cap, puffy chest and full skirt, Shalltear looked like just the perfect child. In terms of, the ideal daughter of a dark magician and an aspiring dark sorceress. And in my opinion, this image suited her several times more than the pretentious-gothic loli, - you did a great job, - well, the most banal praise, and both girls smile embarrassedly, and joy ... I am at a loss how to perceive them. I understand intellectually that they are bloody maniacs sick in the head, with a level of strength sufficient to devastate a small country in a day. Well, in a week, if you don't strain too much. On the other hand ... blaming them is stupid, they were created like that by stoned maniacs for just an online game, besides, looking at this cute, embarrassed creature, you just can't connect this image with the above definition. Especially if we also add the fact that in many commonplace and everyday matters they are guided even worse than children. Naivety, innocence and at the same time cruelty, perverted mind and wild strength. A crazy combination, from which something in the brain itches and crunches suspiciously. Okay, they are what they are, we will educate them later. And now we will take care of the village - and so we wasted a lot of time. Although, just sunset and the end of the field work, so we will arrive at a rather good moment. - Albedo, - I put on a mask prepared by the Pleiades, - while we are in the village, you and Sebas will watch what is happening through this mirror, - I gesture to the artifact hovering above the central table. - Try to notice what will happen outside my vision - then we will compare the data. If something goes wrong, I allow you to intervene, but only if you see that I or Shalltear cannot teleport from there on our own, or we are threatened by force, many times greater than our capabilities. In other situations, do not interfere. Did you understand? "Yes, Momonga-sama," the overseer and the butler bowed obediently. "Shalltear, I remind you that you are impersonating my daughter and student. No threats, outbursts of aggression and arrogance. Your role is an intelligent, well-bred girl who has rarely been in the outside world. Ask questions politely, do not be rude to people, do not call anyone insects and garbage. Our task is to collect information, your goal is to look innocent and harmless. All clear? - Of course, sir, you will not be disappointed in your faithful Shalltear! - this monster smiled angelically. - And impose some kind of illusion on your eyes - do not frighten them with a red iris. - This second, - the vampiress ran her fingers over her eyes, and they changed color to dark brown. - Well ... - to do or not to do? Oh, to hell! "And one more thing, while we're there, call me not Momonga, but Zellos. I have long wanted to get rid of this nickname. Even while reading the manga, he put me on my guard, and having received the memory of its creator, I learned that my feelings shouted the truth. Flying squirrel is not a combination of sounds that I like, to put it mildly. The only question was the alternative. The world around us, unfortunately, was not very conducive to sober ideas, all the time wedged either on Arklem Greet, the lich, who was the head of the Secret Brotherhood of Luskan, or on Xardas, the main necromancer of the Gothic series of games, or even on every tin. But Archimonde is pretentious. Kil'jaeden is uncomfortable and even more pretentious. Sargaras - thank you, I don't want to hear a love confession from Albedo like that. Malganus - ugh to be so. Kel'Thuzad - no, better Malganus. Medivh - finished badly and lived shitty. Saruman - go nafig right away! In short, after much speculation, the only more or less normal name turned out to be the name of an epic monster from the friends of one bruised sorceress, who would fit perfectly into the cabinet of curiosities of this guild's personnel. "As you command, Zellos-sama! - with the look of a good-girl assured the vampiress. Appearing in the village itself is also a difficult moment. If there are no magicians in this world at all, then the locals will be too overexcited. Or they won't understand at all what kind of big-shot she has come to them. If there is, then I strongly doubt that they walk like this on foot along the road. At least - with a retinue, on a carriage, or at least an expensive and powerful horse. And with that, I had problems. Even if I suddenly can ride on Nazarik "horses", their mere sight will drive an unprepared person into horror, about the crews, more suitable for some stereotyped Lords of Evil (hmm ...) and not worth talking about. We'll have to go through the portal, and then make a slightly surprised face (hmmm again) and ask the locals where this powerful magician has taken it. - Remember, Shalltear, no aggression, - then one funny picture came to mind, but taking into account the local contingent ... - and you don't need to just beat and smile either. "As you command Mom ... Zellos-oto-san," the vampiress cooed, grabbing my sleeve sweetly and pressing her whole body. Albedo's creak of teeth was probably heard even in Japan. The one that remained to the devil where. A volitional effort - and a spatial gap opens before us. Step forward, and ... The setting sun, the wind flutters the foliage. The sounds of village life are all around, the dogs are whining. Well, a bunch of local farmers, who just out of thin air appeared a gloomy-looking hefty man. For which a pretty girl of thirteen or fourteen years old clings. There was an awkward silence. Well, I think she was like that for the local peasants. Personally, I just studied the area and its inhabitants. Shalltear, too, twisted her head curiously and sniffed a little. Okay, the main thing is that she doesn't accidentally choose her dinner here. "Greetings," I decide to break the silence. - My name is Zellos, do you understand my words? The people stirred, but in the half-whisper with which people discussed my appearance, it was impossible to make out individual words. With my literally absent skin, I felt how Shalltear tensed, angry that these pathetic mortals dare to keep her master waiting and ignore his question. I had to squeeze her hand slightly so that she would not forget. This is how you learn the truths about that the ability to hold a child's hand is a very useful thing even for the Dark Lord. Seriously, I never would have thought ...

- Y-yes, - finally, an elderly, well-knit little man stepped forward. "Welcome to Carne Village, but who are you? - Hmm, - it's good that there are no problems with the language, otherwise I'm not sure that universal artifacts of translation would be found in the granaries of Nazarick. Quest, for specific game "languages", there were, I knew, but universal ... - As I said, my name is Zellos, I am a magician from afar, and this is Shalltear, my daughter and student. You know what magic is, right? "Uh ... Yes," the man replied a little more confidently. "I don't understand this myself, but the alchemist who collects herbs from our village sometimes uses spells. - It simplifies everything. Some time ago I conducted one experiment with movement in space, but something went wrong, and we ended up not at all where we planned. What is this area and how far is Isengard from here? - Yes, I know what a fucking clever name for a non-existent geographic object, but at least I will not forget it and I can describe it so that later I do not get caught in the contradictions in the legend. "Forgive me, my lord," the man was confused, "but I've never heard of such a place. And you are in the kingdom of Re-Estize, almost on the very border. The nearest city from us is E-Rantel, it lies to the southeast, a couple of days' journey. - Apparently, we were brought in the wrong place - and the names, meanwhile, are familiar. I can't vouch for the sound entirely, but I'm almost sure that E-Rantel has flashed in the manga. - I do not know these places. Do you have a map? - Y-yes, of course, in my house, come along! - the peasant trotted forward, showing the way, we followed, and the crowd of villagers quietly whispered behind us, discussing the sudden appearance of two magicians and what would happen. The headman, meanwhile, brought us home. As it should be - the largest and most solid in the village, well, it was decorated a little richer than the others, but just that a little. And the general view ... I will not say that it was a hut, but the one-story house, the plaster on which it would not hurt to renovate, did not inspire much confidence. However, it is not surprising - he said that we are almost at the very border. And there are some "alchemists" who can cast spells. So fantasy. And if so, then, according to the laws of the genre, border villages can be of the form either "a fortress, you get tired of taking it," or "well, they burned it, well, to hell with it, we will rebuild it in a week." Although it is too early to draw conclusions, now stereotypes and memory speak in me according to the canon, it is not at all a fact that in the real world this is how things are. There was one living person in the headman's house. As it turned out a dozen seconds later - the wife of a man, a woman with a dense physique, it was difficult to determine age, but hard work and harsh conditions left no trace of her youth and beauty ... if the latter was at all. But back to the map. It was, as befits a medieval map, approximate. Very, very approximate. There is no coordinate grid, the heights are also not indicated in any way, but there are different animals-birds in the corners and ornate signatures. Another unpleasant moment immediately surfaced - the local squiggles remained for me squiggles, what was scribbled there, I could not read. The drawings, however, did not shine with special awareness, well, this broken line is most likely the mountains in the north, and the large round spot is the nearest city located in the southeast of here. According to the peasant - in a couple of days' journey ... hmm, apparently, quite a bit overlooked him when he was studying with the mirror. "No, the place is completely unfamiliar." I shook my head. "Besides, your writing is unknown to me. - But, sir, you speak perfectly well, - the headman was surprised. - Just a magical translation - well, or something like that, it doesn't matter. - Could you enlighten me what this designation is? - Sure! - and the villager continued his story, so it turned out that the political situation around is not very good, all local players look askance at each other and try to make nasty things. No, in the story of a resident of Re-Estize, of course, it turned out that it was either the Bagaruth Empire that was encroaching on their borders, or that some Theocracy was intriguing, both by raiding itself and by arranging provocations, but I doubt that Re-Estize everything is so white-fluffy-innocent. They would have eaten him long ago, be it so, it's just unlikely that the local mayor will express his views or, God forbid, dissatisfaction with the situation to the first comer, all the more so - to the sorcerer in a dumb faceless mask, who literally appeared from nowhere. - I see, - after half an hour of the story of the headman, whose name I never asked, I summarize, - I have not heard of any of these states. "You must have come from very distant places, mister magician," the woman nodded. - Well, I think that I will go to the city, perhaps there is a wider map or magicians from whom I can clarify the coordinates to open the reverse portal, - and I turned around, pretending that I was going to leave. If I understood correctly the characters of these people, that I calmly invited a stranger to my house ... - Wait, where are you going to look at night, and even with a child? The woman cried, and I had to make a fair effort so that the offended "child" did not rip her head off. - So what? - So the road is full of all kinds of goblins and ogres! The royal troops, of course, clean the area as far as possible, but at night it can be dangerous outside the village or inn, even on the highway. "Hmm… you may be right. Going at night looking really isn't a good idea. Then I would like to stay with you for this night, - I reach into the "pocket" of my robes and take out a couple of gold pieces. - This will be enough? - What are you, to help the traveler in difficult times is the duty of every decent inhabitant of the borderland. Besides, two gold pieces are too much for a room and dinner, - the woman was indignant. Damn, Shalltear, sit down! There is no need to try to kill "these nonentities who dared to reject the Master's generous gift." - You really came from afar, - the headman finally completely relaxed. - Such good coins ... - he and his wife examined the weighty round coins with interest. - In the nearby lands, no one can boast of such a coinage. - There may be problems with this ... - I say to myself. - Why? Gold is gold, and unusual coinage ... so each count can mint his own coin, and adventurers sometimes find anything in ancient burial mounds. Including old coins. and adventurers sometimes find anything in the ancient burial mounds. Including old coins. and adventurers sometimes find anything in the ancient burial mounds. Including old coins.

- Adventurers? "Yes, they are looking for treasures, exterminating monsters for a reward, guarding caravans and so on," said the head of the village. Adventurers - this can be serious. Even if I was convinced that I was in the same "canon world", and my memory told me that almost all local adventurers, even the "coolest" ones, are just meat for the troops of Nazarick, and not the most elite units, a certain amount of sound caution at their expense it's worth having. - Well, thanks for the interesting story. Leave the coins for yourself, as my thanks for him and shelter to the weary traveler for the night. Shalltear, thank you. - Please accept our thanks! - made an impeccable vampiress knixen, while her gaze, turned at me, simply shouted "just for you, Master! But what a villain you are so mock poor Shalltear! I adore you!" Brrr ... The room the headman gave us was quite spacious, had two beds, a table, heels of chairs around it, and ... that's all. Sparsely, but the royal chorus was not worth expecting. For the sake of interest, the weakened "Cloud of Death" was castanul on the bed, expecting a hail of bedbugs, but, to my considerable surprise, nothing fell from there. The myth of living creatures teeming in furniture has been debunked. Or are living creatures teeming only in cheap taverns? - May I ask, Zellos-oto-san? The vampiress asked quietly. - Of course - apparently wants to know the motives of my behavior and future plans. - What ... - leaned forward, - you want to do with your faithful Shalltear, finding yourself with her ... in the room ... all night ... completely alone? - oh, well, yes, how could I forget about who is its creator? It will be a very long night ... - You know, you are surprisingly sweet with loose hair, - I touch the girl's head with my gloved hand, at the same time slightly pushing her away from me, otherwise this cunning guy has already managed to almost climb on my neck during her provocative speech. "But Shalltear… I know it was Perorontino who made you like that, but you must understand that…" "I understand! - a flushed vampiress interrupted me in a hot whisper. - Let it be the will of the creator, but my feelings for you, for your perfect beauty, they are real! Please do whatever you want with me! All my nature longs for only one thing - to please you! "I'm just about that. Shalltear ... - I pick up the mask with my free hand and move it slightly to the side so that the interlocutor can see my real face, then quietly, but I say very weightily: - I am a skeleton. - Yes, you are beautiful, my beloved Zellos-oto-san, - I just like in reality saw the inscription "Dodge" floating above the head of the "Boss". The shot was past, the target did not even touch ... Okay, let's try again. - Shalltear, listen to me carefully, - I try to catch her already floating gaze, while conveying intonation that the topic is serious. - Yes, sir, I am all in attention, - in the eyes of Bloodfallen, a spark of thought really dawned. - I am a skeleton. I have no skin, muscles, organs, blood. I do not have what men please women. I don't even have a language. You. You see. What. IN - Shalltear, listen to me carefully, - I try to catch her already floating gaze, while conveying intonation that the topic is serious. - Yes, sir, I am all in attention, - in the eyes of Bloodfallen, a twinkle of thought really dawned. - I am a skeleton. I have no skin, muscles, organs, blood. I do not have what men please women. I don't even have a language. You. You see. What. IN - Shalltear, listen to me carefully, - I try to catch her already floating gaze, while conveying intonation that the topic is serious. - Yes, sir, I am all in attention, - in the eyes of Bloodfallen, a flicker of thought really dawned. - I am a skeleton. I have no skin, muscles, organs, blood. I do not have what men please women. I don't even have a language. You. You see. What. INlike that . Situations. Yours with Albedo. Hints. On the. Bed... They look. Uniform. Mockery? The pure, clean eyes of the vampires, as my separate monologue, first began to lose their disguise as brown, then slowly, slowly, UNDERSTANDING arose in them, and in the end the unfortunate child froze with an expression of primal horror on his face, multiplied by the shock of all foundations. - M-M-Momonga-s-s-sama-ah, I-ah ... - Shalltear began to tremble, and the hands raised in a pleading or protective gesture began to walk naturally. Looks like I managed to make the girl go into hysterics of the third degree right off the bat. - Go to bed, Shalltear, - with a light sigh, or rather an imitation of it, I returned the mask to its place. - I ... I ... I ... didn't want to offend you ... - Calm down, I'm not offended. "Shalltear had no intention of mocking Mr. Momonga! - not hearing me, in panic, the girl began to assure me, like a drowning man clutching my robes with his fingers. - I did not know! That is, I knew, but did not attach any importance! Ah ! - grabbed her head. - Forgive your stupid Shalltear! She won't make that mistake again! Sorry, sorry, sorry! - Calm, calm, - and then I began to get nervous. - You'll wake up the whole village now, be quiet, I say! - Lord, I didn't want to! - and in the eyes again there is zero perception of reality and only oceans of horror. - Sorry! Shalltear will be gone! I apologize! I apologize! I ... Hmmm! .. - Quiet, quiet, - I stroked the girl fluttering languidly in the grip on the head, continuing to press her face to her chest. - Take it easy. Shalltear, can you hear me? If you make noise, you will derail our mission, nod if you perceive! - from below they nodded uncertainly, nodding along my ribs. - Well. Again: I am not angry. It's not your fault - Perorontino made you this way. Take it easy. There is no reason to panic here. - But ... But how? - survived, now she can not only build the eyes of a beaten puppy, but also imitate her voice ... - How can you say that there is no reason if you are in such a terrible situation? I do not understand! - tears flashed. "It's awful, awful ..." little fingers grabbed my robes even more tightly, while the trembling vampiress pressed her whole body, and, perhaps, this was the first time when there was no hint of eroticism in this gesture. - My beloved Lord ... My lord ... The greatest and most beautiful of all Supreme beings ... Is in such a terrible situation ... This is bad, this is very bad ... How can you talk so calmly about this ... - she was really twisted the settings responsible for intimate life, this is too violent a reaction! .. And Shalltear, meanwhile, continued to lament. Tears flowed down her cheeks, she pitied me, scolded herself, cursed fate, asked her to forgive and again pitied me, not ceasing to quietly shed tears. Perhaps I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until morning as an idiot, consoling the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly pressed against my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. Tears flowed down her cheeks, she pitied me, scolded herself, cursed fate, asked her to forgive and again pitied me, not ceasing to quietly shed tears. Perhaps I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until morning as an idiot, consoling the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly pressed against my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. Tears flowed down her cheeks, she pitied me, scolded herself, cursed fate, asked her to forgive and again pitied me, not ceasing to quietly shed tears. Perhaps I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until the morning as an idiot, comforting the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly pressed against my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until the morning as an idiot, comforting the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly clung to my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. I could shout at her and send her to the bed assigned by the owners of the house ... Surely I could. But ... In general, the hand did not rise. So I sat there until morning as an idiot, consoling the little princess of the undead trembling on my arms, who trustingly pressed against my chest. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all. The buzoterka fell asleep only in the morning ... And I will not lie - several times I had thoughts that someone was pretending, but as soon as I looked into her eyes, the suspicions immediately disappeared. In short ... I did not imagine a sleepless night in the arms of a perverted nymphomaniac to the limit. Not at all.

"My lord Zellos," a knock on the door and the voice of the owner of the house pulled me out of my reverie. - Will you order breakfast for you? Or maybe you need to prepare water for washing? - Not worth it, we are full, - I hold on to the startled and began to blink in confusion with Shalltear's eyes. - But ... When? - confusedly came from the other side. - I am a magician and can satisfy hunger with spells. I don't want to embarrass you. We'll be there in a few minutes. "Yes, of course…" "Zellos-sama…" As soon as the peasant's footsteps left, the vampiress made an attempt to speak. - Get yourself in order, Shalltear, - I cut her off, not wanting a new round of the tragicomedy named after the "whimpering raid boss". Yes, and it was just unpleasant for me to see how the little girl was suffering. Even without any emotion, it was just aesthetically ugly. - Got it ... - was disheartened, but got off my hands. In general, as I noted earlier, the peasants get up and get down to business almost at dawn, but the headman could afford some preferences, and the distinguished guest resting in his house, who threw in a piece of gold, is also a good reason to delay sending to the fields. In general, they disturbed us with an invitation to breakfast, in fact, around noon. It turned out to be quite crowded on the street, they looked at us with the same curiosity, but, unlike yesterday, Shalltear was not in the mood to rush to rip off everyone's head, and in general she behaved quite calmly and, frankly, dumbfounded. I did not expect that the awareness of my problem would penetrate it like that. Nevertheless, albeit involuntarily, but the image of a child who realized that he was lost and "left with dad" somewhere in the wrong place, she turned out to be perfect. Having already learned about our "wrong turn" by word of mouth methods, residents sometimes even threw sympathetic glances. - Hmmm, why aren't people in the field? - I turned to the headman, who went out to see off the generous guest. - So now lunch, sorcerer, - he shrugged his shoulders, - and the harvest is still far away, what to do in the fields now? And in the gardens, thanks to the potions of Master Enfiria, everything is also good - no weeds, no pests, - curious. - Masters of Enfiria? Who is it? - Enfiria Barel, this is the same alchemist I mentioned earlier, a very gifted young man! He supplies some useful potions, well, there for fertility, against pests ... I don't really understand this, they work - and okay. - I see, - a young alchemist and the village of Karn, this is another proof that I got into the world of the canon. Then a young girl attracted my attention, unlike almost all the other villagers, she did not stare in our direction, but purposefully walked towards us, in one hand squeezing the palm of a little girl, and in the other - some kind of bundle. - And there is Enri with his sister, - the headman noticed the direction of my gaze, - the sweetness of our alchemist. The peasants and I had already made a bet when he found the courage to invite for a walk together, hehe, - Shalltear clearly shuddered and looked at the girl with a sad look, the topic was raised clearly unpleasant for her in the current circumstances. And why did this guy even decide to enlighten the hell from the mountain about all these details? Although ... well, yes, peasant life, boredom, any event that gets out of the usual cycle, can be covered and discussed for months, and here it is not just an event, but also new ears. Isn't there a reason to scratch your tongue? "Hello," Enri approached us with an open smile. "My name is Enri Emmott, and you are Zellos-san, right?" - a brave girl, I would not dare to approach a muddy man of two meters in height, with a tightly closed face and in outfit at least a rich man as hell. - Yes that's right. - I heard that you are lost and want to find one of the spellcasters so that they can help you return home ... - the girl said with sincere spontaneity, but was immediately interrupted by the headman: - Enri, you shouldn't talk so disrespectfully with our guest. It is indecent to discuss rumors! "But I just wanted to help," the peasant woman clapped her blue eyes and, without giving the man time for an answer, she turned to me again: "Forgive me, Zellos-san, if I hurt you with something," but I can really help! Here, - she showed the bundle, - there is some food for the trip, and I also wrote a letter. My friend Enfiria lives in E-Rantel, he is an alchemist and knows many adventurers in the guild. In the letter, I asked him to help you navigate the city and find people who can help you. Do not hesitate - he is a very good person and will definitely come into your position! - Enri ... - from the agility of the girl, the headman was speechless, starting to glance at me cautiously. "Thank you," I broke the silence until it became awkward. - This is very noble of you. "I'll explain to you how to find Enfiria's home!" - the girl beamed. - Although it is not difficult, his grandmother's shop is very famous, almost everyone in the city knows it! - then her gaze fell on the still depressed Shalltear. Unlike yesterday, she did not cling to me, but I, from sin, did not let go of her hand. - Do not worry, everything will work out, - a naive village girl climbed to console the highest undead. - You and your father will definitely find your way home. - Here, vazmi! - the previously silent girl with reddish-brown hair, who followed Enri, held out a pale pink flower to Shalltear. - Do not Cry! - and smiled, as only children can smile. The surrealism of the painting led to another flash of breeze in my skull. And so I no longer knew what to do, whether to cry, or to prepare to save them from the enraged vampire. But what I did not expect at all and what completely finished me off was that Shalltear resignedly accepted the flower and even tried to squeeze out a grateful smile ... True, after a couple of seconds it became suspiciously similar to the smile with which an inveterate sweet tooth looks at his beloved cake, but the fact that the brain, on a campaign, in this world decided to endure me not only Nazarick, this does not negate. - Hmm ... - An obsessive desire to clear my throat came across the absence thereof and slightly brought me to my senses. "Say thanks, Shalltear.

- Thank you ... you are dear ... - but now there is definitely the idea of a cake. We must save the children. But I didn't have time to do anything, as a lathered man of about forty ran up to the headman. He was dressed in a tight leather suit, and a bow on his back and a quiver clearly hinted at his profession - a hunter. - Mikul, - oh, I recognized the name of the headman, - there on the horizon some kind of dusty cloud looms. - Hmm, - the man distracted from our conversation, - it's strange, it's not time for itinerant traders, the tax collectors won't appear before the harvest week either ... That's what, shout to the peasants, let them be on the alert just in case. Maybe a gang started up. But if this is a canon world, then there is not a gang at all, but a full-fledged provocation from the hypocrites who will arrange a massacre under the guise of Imperials. - And how often do you do that? - again I draw the elder's attention to myself. - Not really, - the man was a little tense, but not to say that he panicked or was afraid there, - but anything can happen. Most likely, just a detachment of border guards received information about the rampage of monsters from the forest and is in a hurry to restore order. But still, I would not advise you, Mr. Zellos, to leave the village now - you never know ... - Mikul's simple trick was quite obvious. If they really came, then the magician will contact them, and these will no longer be the problems of the headman, maybe that will be given from the administration for the hospitality shown to the magician, but if strangers - to have a magician nearby who dabbles in the breaks of space is much better than don't have it. Quite a sensible move. - Why not? Anyway, in my current position, an extra half hour will not make the weather. Let's wait. - Take out the fruit drink for you? It's a hot day ... - Shalltear? - the vampiress shrugs her shoulders, she is not up to drinks now, she has already struck up a "conversation about nothing" with a cake ... uh, a little girl. Apparently, even a monster sometimes wants to hear a kind word from someone cute and restless. Well, or she looked after her lunch, y-yes. Nevertheless, our silence was taken for agreement, and the headman's wife brought out the misted jug of berry drink, apparently only from the cellar. I felt like breathing heavily again. I wouldn't mind drinking juice ... not to mention everything else, but ... not destiny. The guard of the first levels of Nazarick looked at me, studying the jug, at the jug itself and again shrank barely noticeably, but the kind woman was already pouring the drink into the clay mugs. "Um ... Mr. Zellos?" - they handed me the dishes. - I don't want now, and ... you shouldn't see my face - not all magical experiments end with just misplaced coordinates, - the people thought, then turned their gaze to the girl who was now looking at me with insanely sad eyes, and "got it right". So we all waited for the arrival of the guests in a somewhat awkward silence. But then the cavalcade appeared at the far end of the street, the people looked closely and panicked in the most natural way. - Light gods ... Imperials! All to the forest! - but the cry was too late - the "valiant knights" had already galloped to the peasants standing on the edge. Swing, and ... - Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo! - the "warrior" who got in the face with the simplest acid drop fell off his horse and now howled heart-rendingly, rolling on the ground, however, he calmed down surprisingly quickly. Another "knight" caught up with "Electric Discharge" - he did not howl, but just silently and respectably died on the spot. Hmm ... I just killed two people, sane and sober. I think I need to worry about this? There was nothing in response. That is, nothing at all. Even surprise that it seems like a warrior from a sabotage detachment, which means that by default it is far from meat, that's how it ended from the banal spell of the first circle. "Shalltear, dear, show me Mass Paralysis, would you be so kind," I turned to the vampiress, who was watching the invasion with an indescribable combination of curiosity and contempt. A click of graceful fingers - and everything freezes. Horses, people, even dogs and chickens froze in place. A couple of losers by inertia fell off the saddle and froze on the ground in incredibly ridiculous positions. I look around. - Hmm ... I actually meant only those knights ... - Oh, sorry, oto-san, I misunderstood your wish, - but judging by the contentment in her voice, she just wanted to demonstrate how wonderful and strong she is, that's all no matter how she was covered by the realization of my problem, the instincts of the monster did not disappear. And, I must confess, seeing a vampiress like that was much more pleasant to me than what I saw tonight. One more snap of the fingers - and all but the knights die off. The villagers are in a stupor, but they are still smart in the borderlands. Vaughn, already hastened to dump away from the enemy warriors standing in place (and me and Shalltear at the same time) and are cautiously watching from afar. - Mikul. - Yes, Your Grace? - the headman drew instantly. - Something tells me that these are not your warriors. - That's right - these soldiers have the coat of arms of the Bagaruth Empire on their shields! But how did they get past E-Rantel? .. Oh, what am I ?! Thank you, my lord, if not for you, we would not be well! We will be able to fight off the robbers at the very least, but we don't even have weapons against real warriors - well, now the last doubts have disappeared. This is the canon world. - Okay, but what do you propose to do with them? - Yes, what is there to think, these are your prisoners, it's up to you to decide. And so ... well, we would have undressed them, tied them up and sent some of ours to the city - let His Majesty's troops come and sort it out on their own, - the headman tried to cheer up, but his sweaty forehead and quick nervous glances at the prisoners showed that the man was pretty nervous, yes and in general he is afraid and answers my questions exclusively on willpower. - Here's how ... - I look at the warrior dressed in the richest armor. - I want to ask them a couple of questions ... Take the children away, they don't need to see it at all. - It will be done, - a couple of shouts and one bark, and now the women are taking the children off the street, they even approached my vampiress, but she just waved her hand a little irritatedly. Nobody insisted. And so, when the square was empty, I asked the "daughter" to remove the paralysis from the main one. "So you have two options. You tell us why you ended up here and what your further tasks are, after which you become a valuable prisoner and, perhaps, even handed over to the local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material. and now the women are taking the children off the street, they even approached my vampiress, but she just waved her hand a little irritatedly. Nobody insisted. And so, when the square was empty, I asked the "daughter" to remove the paralysis from the main one. "So you have two options. You tell us why you ended up here and what your further tasks are, after which you become a valuable prisoner and, perhaps, even handed over to the local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material. and now the women are taking the children off the street, they even approached my vampiress, but she just waved her hand a little irritatedly. Nobody insisted. And so, when the square was empty, I asked the "daughter" to remove the paralysis from the main one. "So you have two options. You tell us why you ended up here and what your further tasks are, after which you become a valuable prisoner and, perhaps, even handed over to the local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material. even handed over to local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material. even handed over to local authorities. Otherwise, you will be a working material.

"I won't tell you anything, you filthy warlock!" - hmm, boldly. Silly, but bold. - So, the second option ... so, - what would you like to try this on? As I understand it, local fighters have no magic protection or magic resistance at all ... For a moment I froze, realizing that in all seriousness I was going to experiment with a living person right here on the street, even if not very decent, frankly, but However. I was looking at it now, as I once looked at defective printed circuit boards - even the thoughts are almost the same "does it make sense to bother with re-soldering or immediately into the scrap?" Hmm ... again nothing moved and I saw nothing wrong with that. They wanted to break my future property, so it's nice to have them experiment. And from a purely moral point of view - they came here to destroy and kill, and also to do other abominations that a crowd of unrestrained armed people creates in enemy territory. And if so, to kill them is quite a good and correct deed, even according to my native concepts, without any entities of the lich ... - Creation of the Average Undead, - a drop of Darkness breaks off a finger and flies to the "faceless" after the acid drop of the corpse, as flight becoming more and more, already a fair amount of such a blot flies into the body, pours into it, and ... the corpse begins to writhe and melt, like wax under the influence of high temperature. Ten seconds - and now, in place of just an "average" warrior one meter eighty tall, a three-meter skeleton, covered with "dried" muscles and skin, which gives him a dark brown hue, is armed, he is armed with a monstrous sword and the same monstrous shield on his head- creepy-looking skull helmet, dark armor hides a black tattered cloak-shroud. Level thirty-five Death Knight in all his monstrous splendor. The cost of mana for creation turned out to be slightly higher than it should have been, and the Knight rose from the corpse, and did not appear out of thin air, but ... I did not feel the outflow to maintain him in the world of the living. That is, the unit turned out to be autonomous or, at least, able to do without power supply for some time. But all the managing connections remained. With a mental shrug, I raised the second corpse into the same valiant warrior and gave the first order. - Undress this body, there may be something valuable on it ... and I have long wanted to check what the undead will look like if you raise it directly from the living? The knights got down to business. And it is very "professional". One held the howling victim, the other dexterously undressed it. Not even a minute has passed like a completely naked man, howling, fought in a truly dead capture of the knights. Well, and also, I apologize for the details, wet himself and crap - look how Shalltear wrinkles his nose. She has a hard time with the sensitive sense of smell of a vampire. - W-stop! Please no! I will say whatever you want! The Slane Theocracy sent us! We ... - in general, now the main problem was to shut up the source of information, and not to squeeze anything out of it. Mikul, by the way, spent all this time with us. He was pale, his knees were trembling, but he listened steadfastly and attentively to the talker. A strong man, in his place I would have long ago dumped out of the village in front of my screeching. The prisoner told a lot of interesting things. Firstly, this was not the first devastated village on their way, and secondly, they pursued two goals: not only to escalate the conflict between the kingdom and the empire, everything is simple - cut everyone, "let go" a couple of survivors and move on, the peasants will do the rest for you, no, their task was also to lure out a certain Gazef Stronoff - the king's personal bodyguard and the general opinion of the most powerful warrior in the kingdom. The prisoner did not know the answer to the question of where such a person would come from in this backwater, he was only told that he must definitely come and this is correct information. As he immediately told, from his own guesses, Stronoff was most likely set up by one of the secret allies of the Slane Theocracy at the court of Lanposa III - the local king. Be that as it may, according to the plan they were supposed to ambush him and fill him up. By the way, it was planned to fire in this very village or its environs with the help of the second, much like a more formidable detachment. Ideally, the victim would be between a rock and a hard place. Simple and tasteful, what else can I say. - Hmm, - having forced the prisoner to fall silent with the spell of silence, when he began to repeat the same thing in the third circle, I turned to the head of the village. - Frankly, I did not plan to interfere in the internal affairs of your state, but no matter how I act now, I will in any case be drawn into all this. Tell me what you know about this Gazef Stronoff? "I don't know much, my lord." The man wiped his sweaty forehead. - They say he is a worthy man who was born a peasant and achieved everything on his own. Once he won a big royal tournament, and then the king himself made him his bodyguard. That's all I know, my lord. - That's how ... - mow on Shalltear, staring at a naked man with disgust. By the way, she never let go of the flower she had been given. Remarkable. "Well, tie them up and lock them up in some cellar where they can't escape. - And then? - the little man ventured to show curiosity. - And then we will wait for this Stronoff or the second enemy squad. - Perhaps people are better off hiding in the forest? - I don't think so. If this is a trap, then an ambush will be waiting for you in the forest. It is better to gather all the women and children in one place - I will cast protective spells so that you will not be touched by the battle if the village is still attacked. "Please accept our deepest thanks, Zellos-sama! You are our savior! - the headman, and after him the rest of the peasants watching what was happening, bent their backs in a deep bow. - No need for words, you better hurry up with the captives, - I don't have enough bows in Nazarick, now here too ... I wouldn't get used to it, otherwise, God forbid, I will really believe in my exclusivity, and then the one who threw me here will decide that I am bronzed - and wake up in the body of a slave on galleys. The prisoners almost did not resist and were madly glad to leave the society of death knights as soon as possible, for which some were even ready to help in removing their ammunition. And the thought of my vampiress never left my head. Rather, that her canon meeting with the brainwashers was somehow connected with today's events. After all, that detachment was going somewhere and was ready to use its trump card, but this does not happen out of the blue. Where could he go in relative proximity to Nazarick? According to the canon, there is nothing remarkable in the area and the whole movement revolved around Momonych, however, there was nothing there either, which would require resources such as a power to penetrate the Floor Guardian's absolute mental immunity. So, they were just on the trail of Nazarick, and where did Nazarick appear by that time? Only in the protection of this village and the destruction of the sabotage units of the Slane Theocracy. And this, in turn, means ...

"Message" ... I touch my temple with my hand in a gesture of opening a chat with another player. If my memory serves me, this function has been preserved in the new world, rebuilding itself into something like a magical connection through a spell. " - Albedo ... " - a certain magical action really surfaced in reflexes, already in the usual way, as if remembering, like a forgotten skill. " - Y-yes! Momonga-sama! "- after a couple of seconds, an excited answer came. " - Explore the surroundings. There should be a second squad with spellcasters . " " -… " - silence hung on the other side, but it did not last long. " You are right, a large detachment of people is hiding in the forest, northwest of the village. Destroy them?"- she asked busily after the report. " - No. If I'm right, they are being monitored remotely. I am activating the protection now, so the long-range mirror will stop working. Your task is to raise the security level of Nazarick. Work hard so that it cannot be detected by magical methods. That's all, I will contact you if something goes wrong . " " Take care of yourself, Momonga-sama!"- the girl managed to wish before I passed out. Discovery Ban, Astral Concealment, Character Type Concealment, Observation Blocking, Anti-Teleportation Barrier ... Enough for now. And so I feel that I overdid it by two orders of magnitude. I remember that here the third circle of magic is considered awesomely cool ... - Zellos-sama? - the vampiress who noticed something with a question in her eyes looked at me. - Come on, Shalltear, we need to prepare to meet the guests ... A couple of days before. Southern border of the kingdom of Re-Estize. The cavalry detachment went at a trot, mercilessly spurring the horses. The target was nearby, the footprints on the ground were still fresh, even the grass had time to straighten out not everywhere. It was only necessary to push ... - Commander Gazef! - a young lieutenant, who jumped up to a broad-shouldered man about thirty-five or forty years old, nodded towards the smoke rising above the trees. The squad leader gritted his teeth and ordered a change of direction with a short nod. He knew what the smoke meant. I knew too well. Another devastated village lay ahead. "You know what to do," when the cavalcade galloped to the ruins, which had recently been one of the border villages, the man dismounted and approached the very outskirts. Two more steps, and he would have been met by a solid wooden fence with a loach. Earlier. Now - only ruins and still hot firebrands. Whoever did it it happened recently - ten to twelve hours ago, no more. Wooden houses burn quickly, especially if they are helped by earthen oil or magic. The attackers could still be overtaken, but the captain knew that there were still living people under the rubble. Choice, choice again. Save half an hour of time or save a dozen lives? But what if that half hour costs hundreds of lives in the next village? The territory is too big. And too few soldiers were allocated to him. However ... Gazef knew for sure that he could not just drive by. Like his people, already hastily treating the wounds of the first lucky ones who were found in the ashes. "Is this all the work of the Empire?" - his deputy came up from behind. "Or perhaps…" "Lieutenant, take some of the warriors and escort the survivors back to E-Rantel," Gazef interrupted. He knew his neighbors too well to believe in such an impudent yet careless attack. In addition, the fact that in the capital they knew about the attacks almost before they began, but at the same time they allocated him a ridiculously small number of soldiers. All this could mean only one thing ... but ... it didn't matter. More importantly, this boy doesn't have to die with him. - Commander, the king ordered to find those who attack the villagers near the borders of the kingdom, and to destroy them. - Right, - this time the warrior could not keep his sad smile. "But if the knights of Bagaruth are really behind this, then there are only fifty soldiers sent to the mission ..." "This is a secret mission," Gazef replied a little more sharply than required. But his lieutenant was not a fool, at times - to Stronoff's deep regret. - The nobles are behind this, Yes? - followed by a question, and the first sword of the kingdom turned fully towards the lieutenant. - Even among the king's entourage there are those who believe that the defeat of His Majesty's trusted warriors can be used for their own purposes, - the vice-captain stood by, looking straight into the eyes of his commander. - How petty ... - Enough - even if Gazef believed in his people, but still ... it was not worth tempting fate once again, and the guy had already spoken, if not to the executioner's ax, then to exile to the most remote and remote province of the kingdom. - You yourself perfectly understand all this, commander! - the lieutenant could not resist and raised his tone. - Obviously, this is a trap! Instead of dividing the troops here, we should all simply return to E-Rantel. It will be regrettable to lose the villagers, but the death of the best warrior in the kingdom will be a real disaster! - the guy spoke correctly. Correct words, correct logic. Sacrifice small to keep more. The warrior chuckled and turned back to the ashes. - I'm not a nobleman by blood ... - Me too! - Life in a village in the borderlands is life on the brink of death. It was not unusual for us to attack monsters ... - in whatever form they came. - Yes ... - the guy slightly closed his eyes, clearly understanding what his commander meant. "But didn't you hope that powerful nobles or adventurers would save, come to the rescue? "I'm not going to lie," the lieutenant replied quietly, "I hoped, but no one ever showed up. - Then, - Gazef turned away from the ashes, again turning to the lieutenant, and looked into his eyes, - let's ourselves become those who appear. - And ... - the guy even opened his mouth in surprise. - Let's show people who are familiar with danger and are constantly risking their lives ... show them powerful people who came to the rescue! "This is suicide, commander," the lieutenant did not look away.

"We're not going to die," Gazef replied firmly, climbing onto his horse. - We are going to save the inhabitants of our kingdom. "… I understand," his deputy bowed his head, and the First Sword of the kingdom gave heels to the horse. There was a trap ahead of them. And the inhabitants of Karn, to whom they will still come to the rescue ... if only it was not too late. Carne Village A thick cloud of dust rose over the troop of cavalry. The riders clearly did not spare the horses, hurrying to get to the village even at the cost of falling animals. It was not like the previous detachment, they drove in well and calmly, the same ones rushed like a fire. And the armor of the previous detachment was uniform, coats of arms and insignia were visible everywhere, and here it was like a detachment of mercenaries, each of which was armed by virtue of his wallet. The total number was about five dozen, most did not even have chain mail, only bracers, helmets and cuirasses, barely covering the most vulnerable parts of the body. A large man with a short beard and sideburns was galloping ahead. There was no doubt that he saw perfectly the death knights beside me, but that did not make him slow down. Inwardly I praised myself for that I had asked the headman with his wife and several volunteers in advance not to scatter and meet the guests with me, otherwise it could be uncomfortable if this Gazef, noticing only the undead and a suspicious figure in a robe, would try to attack me with acceleration. The fact that the move turned out to be correct became clear when, even twenty meters away from us, none of the riders made an attempt to get the sword. "I am the captain of the Royal Guard of Re-Estiza Gazef Stronoff," the front rider introduced himself, laying siege to the rusted horse right in front of us. His voice was strong and alert, but without a trace of arrogance or fear. The eyes of the man closely examined the undead I had raised, slid over me and Shalltear and lingered on the faces of the peasants. - I have an order to destroy the detachment of the knights of the Bagarut Empire, who sowed ruin in this region. You must be the headman of this village, - he unmistakably found through the eyes of Mikul, - what kind of creatures and people are next to you? - This man ... - the little man hesitated slightly. "Milord Zellos and his daughter saved us from the attack of those knights of whom you speak. He is a powerful spellcaster and a kind person ... Uh ... If it were not for him, our village would now be ashes, - the village head fell silent, apparently having exhausted the stock of prepared words. - How is it? - something new appeared in Stronoff's gaze, and, looking at me again, he immediately jumped off his horse and stepped closer. - If so, thank you for that! - the captain, not at all shy away, bowed in respectful bow. "Words cannot express my gratitude for your help. "Not worth it, - and he is really a brave man. Looking at his people tensely frozen in the saddles and unable to take their eyes off the huge figures of the death knights, it is easy to imagine what a normal reaction should be, and he not only deprives himself of maneuver, dismounting from the saddle, but also bows his head, blocking his own view. And after all, he cannot help but understand that I may turn out to be a hidden enemy, only waiting for his oversight, but he does it anyway. He is either a real brave, or ... No, a person with such eyes cannot be a fool in any way. - These people showed me hospitality and did not refuse help in a difficult situation. It seems that the knights in such cases say something like: my honor would not allow me to stay on the sidelines. But let me introduce myself fully: my name is Zellos, and this is Shalltear, my daughter. It happened, that as a result of one unsuccessful experiment with the magic of movement in space and the anomaly that arose in its course, we were very far from home. As I have already managed to find out, the surrounding lands are extremely far from the place of our past habitation, to the extent that I have never even heard of your country. In this regard, I ask you to forgive in advance if I unwittingly break any of your customs. "Oh…" Gazef did not hide his surprise. "This is very unusual, Mr. Zellos. But your skills are really not like what I have seen, - the warrior once again squinted at the death knights. "As captain of the Royal Guard, I promise to give you any help you need to find your way home, it's the least I can do for saving these people. - Hmm ... Just about that, - I turned to the headman. - I managed to take most of the attackers alive, and their commander said that there is another, stronger detachment. According to him, the destruction of border villages is only a secondary goal, and your main goal is your capture. - Did you take them prisoner? - Gazef did not immediately believe. - Yes, you can interrogate them yourself. At my request, local residents tied them up and locked them in one of the cellars. - Captain! - the shout of one of the soldiers from the back ranks announced the village square, before the man had time to answer something. - Captain! - he repeated again, actively making his way to us. - Rearguard spotted a large group of unknowns, they surround the village. It looks like it's the enemy! The angels are with them! - M? - Shalltear and I made this sound at the same time. - Immediately take up the defensive! - Stronoff commanded in a powerful voice that instantly flew around the area. - Headman, hide people in a safe place! Mister Zellos ... - the warrior looked at me intently. - You can count on me. The man nodded gratefully and set about organizing his people. In less than a few minutes, all the entrances to the village were closed. Some of the people dismounted, organizing ambushes between the houses, some withdrew their horses and prepared to play the role of an ambush regiment, while the captain and I moved to one of the outer buildings, from the windows of which the village field was clearly visible, where the enemy had already settled. They looked pretty impressive. Identical robes without loud motley, hidden faces, coherence clearly visible to the naked eye, and also the Archangels of Fire hanging in the air. Contrary to the pretentious name, the creatures were rather weak, invoked by the spell of the entire third circle of magic. But this was the case in YGGDRASIL, here they were clearly quoted at the level of heavy tanks, or even assault helicopters, and they looked solid ... But I still wanted to rub my non-existent eyes, because these stubborn Japs, even in a fantasy setting, could not do without their favorite large humanoid robots. On the pages of the manga it was not striking, but in reality natural "Lancelots" from some Code Geass hung over the heads of the enemy sorcerers, or what was the name of the white sleek nightmares? The size is a little smaller, the outlines are angular, the halos above the heads, but damn it, it was still natural anime bellows! because these stoned Japs, even in a fantasy setting, could not do without their favorite large humanoid robots. On the pages of the manga it was not striking, but in reality natural "Lancelots" from some Code Geass hung over the heads of the enemy sorcerers, or what was the name of the white sleek nightmares? The size is a little smaller, the outlines are angular, the halos above the heads, but damn it, it was still natural anime bellows! because these stoned Japs, even in a fantasy setting, could not do without their favorite large humanoid robots. On the pages of the manga it was not striking, but in reality natural "Lancelots" from some Code Geass hung over the heads of the enemy sorcerers, or what was the name of the white sleek nightmares? The size is a little smaller, the outlines are angular, the halos above the heads, but damn it, it was still natural anime bellows!

"Zellos-oto-san…" purred the vampiress, almost forgotten by me, but still firmly held by the hand. - Hs! - I put my finger to the mask, in the place where the lips should be. Perhaps she wants to say something useful, but I can see from her eyes that there will be more likely "let me crush these insects." "Yes, you were right, the squad is quite strong," admitted Gazef, who was also examining the new enemy from the window. "They surrounded the village at regular intervals," said the soldier who entered the door. "Hmm, no less than six dozen magicians," I quickly do the counting in my mind, estimating the number by the distance between individual magicians. - Is this normal in your lands? "Unfortunately not," Stronoff said. "Only the Slane Theocracy can afford to send that many spellcasters at once. And most likely, these are soldiers of a special unit, which is subordinate only to the High Priest. I hear they have an organization called the Six Scriptures for special missions ... "You seem to have quite a few enemies, Captain. - Yeah, I have big problems, - the man grinned sadly. "I didn't think that even the Slane Theocracy would hunt me ... Sir Zellos," Gazef turned from the window and looked into my eyes, "can I hire you? Be sure you get whatever you want. "Do not think it rude, but you cannot give me what I want. However ... - stand still, Shalltear! Be silent! No stinging remarks! - I already said that you can count on my help. "Thank you," the man bowed his head. - It's still early ... But let's discuss the plan. - I agree. "It would be unwise to meet them in the village, your cavalry is constrained here, and I don't turn around with attacking magic, it's best to impose a battle on this field," I look out the window. - But if their commander is not a fool, he will not remove the cordon, even if we come forward. "They need me," Stronoff repeated my gesture, fixing his gaze on the line of opponents in the meadow. - If I pretend to go for a breakthrough, they will be forced to pull all their forces so as not to release my squad. - Perhaps ... - I agree, recalling the pages of the manga. - Well, if everything works out, you will not have to run around the district after the shortcomings. - Can you handle six dozen spellcasters? - there was obvious skepticism in the warrior's voice, it seems, he assumed not so much a victory as really the possibility of a breakthrough and leading the enemy away from the village ... The vampire's palm twitched, almost breaking his grip. Fu, Shalltear! A place! Bad True Vampire! Fuh, I kept it ... - It would be rash for me to state something for sure, yet I have not yet had the opportunity to compare your school of magic with the tradition to which I belong, but these creatures are familiar to me, - I nod at the Archangels of Fire. - So if everything else in their arsenal is at about the same level, then I can handle it - indicative modesty is a useful quality for building a positive reputation, proven by Kaiafas Cain. And the legend must be supported, for how do I know the capabilities of local sorcerers? "Okay," Gazef nodded, it was clear that he didn't believe me, but at the same time he understood that he still had no choice, and I propose "at least some kind of plan," "then I and my people lure them out on yourself, and you ... - This is not necessary, I interrupt the warrior, not too politely. "I can cast an illusion spell on my Death Knights. They are heavy enough to create the necessary shaking of the ground, and can run just a little behind the speed of a horse. Let the undead take the first blows, and we will proceed from what we see. - Necromancy ... - Stronoff kept a stone-calm face. - Don't you approve? - I was really interested to hear the opinion of this person. "I don't understand," he admitted calmly. "I've never heard anything good about necromancers, but you, Master Zellos, are a worthy man to come to the aid of those in need, even though this is really of little benefit to you. "Mister Zellos is the greatest magician the world has ever seen! - could not stand the Guardian of the first three floors of Nazarick "offensive doubts in the master." - Shalltear ... - my free hand lay on the mask. Gazef clearly wondered what kind of strange relationship we had. The address "master" clearly did not fit well with the image of a normal relationship for father and daughter. But the captain refrained from questions, apparently, decided that you never know where we came from and what traditions we have there. - Okay, let's leave it. Death Knights will serve as a battering ram. They are tough enough that I think they will give us enough time to assess the capabilities of the enemy. I propose to hide the rest of the squad with a sphere of invisibility, so we can both observe and approach the optimal distance for a strike. Do you have any objections? - No, what are you, - Stronoff smiled amiably. - What you propose is much more than I expected. `` I can walk along the flanks and take a few sorcerers alive, '' Shalltear unexpectedly suggested. spreading into a kindly mischievous smile, showing neat, but such sharp little fangs. I suspect that not everyone will be able to take them alive ... - I am sure that you will be able to take themalive? - I highlight the key word with my voice. Judging by Gazef's gaze, he decided that it was a question of defeating the enemy without killing him, it is very difficult and the child may not pull it, even if he really believes in himself, but Shalltear understood everything correctly. "Of course, Zellos-oto-san," the creepy monster drawled in a velvet voice, turning on the "angel". It looked like the truth, but ... my inner Stanislavsky shouted with good obscenities "I do not believe!" I thought for a moment, but then I nodded in permissiveness, releasing the vampire's hand. The girl needed to get rid of her stress, and one or two extra ordinary sorcerers wouldn't do me any good, all the same, only the commander knows the most valuable thing. Once freed, Shalltear literally beamed, made a xnixen and almost teleported, reaching her normal speed. - Is it reasonable, Mr. Zellos? - still asked the warrior. - Sending a child ...

- My adopted daughter, - perhaps it is worth labeling her like this, even if the conversation between us and her passed, but my non-existent liver senses, the features written in it are much stronger than a single conversation, and with her character ... In general, superfluous I don't need problems with the locals, and if "a student in love with a teacher, whom he took care of from early childhood and considers his daughter" will be a picture even romantic and, most importantly, understandable to the locals, then "a couple of perverts beaten off on their heads, who can cut army "will make you unnecessarily nervous, but why do I need extra problems from scratch? Even small ones ... - magician, - I shrug. - She can handle it. - You know better, - my words did not strongly convince Stronoff, but he did not argue. - I will order people to gather in the square, how much time do you need to create illusions? - Little. Let's go ... A few minutes later we stood in the center of the village, and calling my creations, I superimposed on them the image of Gazef and his people. The real people became agitated, but the captain quickly called for silence. Another gesture surrounded the real unit of Re-Estize's army with the Orb of Invisibility spell, and then I gave the command to the Knights. The close-knit equestrian system galloped along the road to the field designated as the scene of action. The earth trembled not very naturally - it is difficult for four legs to replace two hundred hooves, and the cloud of dust did not rise, but the picture looked believable at an unassuming look. Much of her, however, was not required, just to hold out for five minutes and for these five minutes to deceive opponents. - We must go too, - I go under the sphere of invisibility and meet the eyes of Stronoff, who has already jumped into the saddle. - But do not rush - I can hide the appearance and sounds, but nailing a cloud of dust is much more difficult. - I understand you, Sir Zellos! - the warrior nodded and, already commanding his people: - Forward ... Meanwhile, the "drama" was played out on the field. Trying to break through, the "warriors of Re-Estize" went into a desperate breakthrough right at the spellcasters with their angels, and they were just waiting for that. The riders were just "accelerating", and the flying creatures had already moved their summoners from the cordon exactly to the place of the breakthrough. The commander also appeared, he could easily be distinguished by the "Prince of Observation" hanging next to him - an angel summoned by the spell of the fourth circle. This one looked a little more like an angel in the classical sense, at least he had a long robe that covered his legs, a mace and a round shield with the image of the sun, but otherwise he was still an anime "fur". By the way, Was that brainwashing artifact intended for Gazef? And what if he's here now? Inside it was unpleasantly cold until all emotions were blown out by the breeze in the skull again. Yes, that's right. The idea is stupid. It does not converge either in time or in action. If the goal was to capture the captain of the royal guard, the commander of the first squad would know this, but he was given the task of killing, and even these ... No, they do not look like the guys that Shalltear faced - there were women, but not a single one here. Whatever was going on behind the scenes, but this squad was clearly canon - the one who morally humiliated Momonych after cowardly using Gazef in the role that I let the stupid undead into. So excitement aside, nothing will happen to me here, like with Shalltear in that forest ... While I was thinking, my undead ran to the first angels. A pretentious swing with a fiery sword, and ... the illusion of the detachment is dispelled, leaving in place two three-meter monsters, who began to actively wave their pieces of iron. The first angels were dispelled in seconds, and the enemy mages mingled, but not for long. The Chief shouted something, and bunches of attacking and slowing spells flew into the undead, and the Archangels of Fire circling in the air began to attack at the same time. "They are holding on… Amazing," Gazef commented on the sight of the undead fighting, but I didn't share his enthusiasm. The Death Knights have a thirty-fifth level, but due to the fact that they were raised by the Overlord, they can be considered as sixtieth, or even seventy in terms of aggregate stats, and together they have good chances to pick out this whole crowd ... that even the weakest angels inflict additional damage from Light and Holiness with their attacks, which the undead dislike very much. Add here fire, against which the undead also have a weakness, and a hail of spells from six dozen sorcerers of the third circle ... - Evil eye, Bindings, Fire whip, Iron hammer of justice, Holy ray, Poisoning, Sonic blow, Opening a wound, Stun, Blindness, Acid arrow ... - I recited what I saw for the people around. "I know all these spells," I turn my face to Stronoff. - I think we can perform. Do you trust your lieutenant? - Of course, what kind of question? The man frowned. - Then, if I may ... - I step forward and turn to the detachment. "Massive armor," a yellowish glow enveloped people and horses for a second, as well as myself. "Mass Weapon Enhancement." The scabbard was all dyed scarlet. - Massive critical hit - blue light. - The massive strength of the bull ... Cat's grace ... Acceleration ... Protection from the elements ... General resistance, - a series of alternating colors stopped, and I dropped my hand in satisfaction. Misfires did not happen - the entire arsenal of buffs was activated normally. "And you really are a powerful magician," the captain said, "I don't know anyone who could cast protective spells on so many people at once and so many. - Hmm ... - something from the series "this is bad, because it means that no one here will help me" spun in the language, but after thinking, I gave up this thought. Even in supporting the legend, one should observe the measure. Instead, I turned the subject: "Before you attack, I would like to meet these mages in person. My enchantment will last for about a day, so don't worry about the time. - Are you sure? Stronoff frowned. - Yes. I have already appreciated their level. - Then I go with you. "That's why I asked if you trust your lieutenant. If something goes wrong, he will have to choose the time for the attack. "He can handle it," the warrior answered firmly without even glancing at his subordinate. - Then let's hurry - they almost finished off my servants ... - Vile creatures, - the leader of the squad emanated toxic anger, looking at how the already pretty battered undead hacked another Archangel of Fire. The man was clearly afraid, but he could well cope with his fear. - Call for more angels! - he shouted to his subordinates. - Concentrate attacks on the left! - without even looking at the subordinate, the warrior answered firmly. - Then let's hurry - they almost finished off my servants ... - Vile creatures, - the leader of the squad emanated toxic anger, looking at how the already pretty battered undead hacked another Archangel of Fire. The man was clearly afraid, but he could well cope with his fear. - Call for more angels! - he shouted to his subordinates. - Concentrate attacks on the left! - without even looking at the subordinate, the warrior answered firmly. - Then let's hurry - they almost finished off my servants ... - Vile creatures, - the leader of the squad emanated toxic anger, looking at how the already pretty battered undead hacked another Archangel of Fire. The man was clearly afraid, but he could well cope with his fear. - Call for more angels! - he shouted to his subordinates. - Concentrate attacks on the left!

Twenty more Fire Archangels rose from the glowing summoning circles and charged at the Death Knights. Fire and holy spells rained down, and no matter how formidable the undead seemed, they slowly surrendered to the onslaught of the attackers. First one, and then the second black giant collapsed, pierced by flaming swords, but joy did not have time to seize the people: - Send out patrols! - Almost breaking his voice, shouted a short-haired fair-haired man with colorless eyes. - Find Gazef Stronoff! He could not go far, even if there was a magician with an artifact of summoning such creatures in his squad! - Mister, they probably left the village on the other side, we will not catch up with them, especially if their magician can create such illusions, - one of the guys with a closed face tried to object. - Silence! Use angels - the illusion cannot be sustained indefinitely! And burn this village! Kill all the peasants found! - How sweet, - invisibility fades from me, and Gazef, taking a few steps forward, attracts attention. - dishonorable cowards! - Oh, captain, - the priest grinned, the fear he experienced clearly demanded an exit. - But who is this next to you? Have we found the godless warlock too? "Hmm… in the context of everything that is happening, it sounded as if if I had agreed to work for you, I would have suddenly become a" holy ascetic "," it was rather difficult to portray the mockery in the voice of a lich, which is not particularly emotional. - Who knows, - the leader of the squad enjoyed his superiority over the "vanquished", - perhaps, if you ask me properly, you will tell me where you got the artifact, and you will also donate to the Theocracy ... - I am almost delighted with his impudence. "You don't know how to lie," I had to admit, looking at how his face glistens with self-satisfaction. - Apparently, that is why still in dirty work - limited talent does not allow to rise higher. - You two will pay dearly for your stupidity, - twitching his cheek, promised the man, from whom, after my words, the mask of complacency slightly fell off. - You had to run while you had such an opportunity, but you, Stronoff, apparently decided to save your people and cover the retreat yourself. Stupidity ... - he said as he spat. - Unforgivable ignorance! - Hold on to me, Mr. Zellos! I will try to buy time for your witchcraft, - the warrior was determined to either Overcome, or Heroically Die, coming out ahead of me. - It is not necessary, - I put my hand on his shoulder, respectfully, but firmly returning to its original place. - You seem to be a magician of the fourth circle, right? - I turn my face to our talkative opponent again. - What? - The fourth circle is quite a lot. No longer a careless neophyte, making three mistakes in the simplest trick, and not a useless ballast of support, who will not step into the forest without an escort. The fourth circle is a completely independent magician, capable of winning without outside help and providing himself with everything he needs in any hole. - If you think your flattery ... - Flattery? Not. I just can't understand in any way ... - and shut up. - What? - and he really is still a fan of potryndet. Or is it a property of the anime universe? It will be necessary to consider this thought. - How can an experienced magician not wonder why I came, if I have zero chances of winning? Wouldn't it be more logical for us to really continue to hold invisibility and retreat? But instead I'm in front of you, don't you care? - I was curious to understand the logic of his reasoning. One way or another, I still have to work with the locals, and it is extremely important to understand their thinking. A different mentality is a different logic. - What nonsense ?! Why are you asking these stupid questions ?! No one can hold invisibility for more than a couple of minutes! The very fact that you got so close to us is an achievement! And enough of your reasoning! I no longer intend to listen to this nonsense! You two fools gave my subordinates to recover, and now you will die because of your ignorance and stupidity! Angels! Attack! Steel flashed nearby, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Gazef half-crouched, taking some kind of fighting stance, but no, today the overcoming is canceled. - Small exile, - a gesture - and all the summoned creatures rushing towards us are simply swept out of reality, only a thin layer of rapidly disappearing glowing dust and enemy wizards frozen in a stupor indicate that there was a good detachment of the Heavenly Host not long ago ... Well, for a low-level locations. "Sir Stronoff, I haven't finished my research yet, so could you put your sword down?" I would be very grateful to you. "Hmm," it seems, only now the warrior believed in my words, at least along with a chuckle, a really sincere smile appeared on his face. "You are wrong, Master Zellos, I am not a knight. And you can just call me Gazef. - In that case, you call me by name. But I still insist that you put your sword down. - Yes ... - the man looked at his right hand, squeezing handle - it will be true ... - Do not ... Impossible! - the talkative saint came to his senses. - What are you standing for ?! Attack him! Attack with everything there is! The chief op worked flawlessly, bringing the subordinates out of the state of prostration. The familiar Fire Arrows, Holy Strikes and other Poisonings flew at me. Some of the spellcasters even tried to send Corruption. To be honest, watching a wall of attack spells rush in your face is somewhat uncomfortable. Although my memory insisted that they could not harm me, I miraculously refrained from erecting some kind of shield. It was important. This is how, in polygon conditions, on a known enemy, to check the performance of the protection that I, in theory, should have. Let everything coincide, let everything seem to be clear in advance, but ... I'm not Momonga. Not Suzuki Satoru. Means, one difference from the canon is already there! And where there is one, there may be others. What if all the firepower was transferred, but not the defense? So far, everything is calm - not to notice anything, but at a critical moment to discover that you are a "crystal cannon"? No, checks are necessary. And it's better to arrange them like this - when there are local people ready to support, and Shalltear, who will get out of any ass, even if I get injured to the level of "barely alive".

The appearance of a breeze in the brain coincided with the arrival of spells, and they powerlessly shattered a few centimeters from the body, without even touching the cloth of the mantle. I could exhale - I would probably be heard in Nazarick. - T-creature, - seeing the complete impotence of his servants, the enemy leader breathed out. - K-kill him, Prince of Observation! A large angel lunged in my direction, bringing up a mace that flashed with a yellow glow to strike. Now let's check the physical resistance ... The crash of the collision of the magic weapon and my palm generated a small gust of wind. Damn it ... The physical characteristics of this body are really pumped up to the cap - I didn't even feel that my hand could be moved, just a ribbed ball fell into the palm of my hand ... - How strange ... - but in my performance of the spell, such a monster could hurt a hundred level player. "Hellfire," a small petal of crimson fire breaks off the index finger of his free hand, and the next second the angel is scattered by ash. "Oh… oh…" Stronoff seems speechless. - One ... blow ... - came from the positions of the magicians of Theocracy. - It's impossible! - the man's scream no longer resembled that well-fed and self-satisfied voice with which he began our communication. - It cannot be that an angel of this level was destroyed by one spell! Who are you ?! How could you go unnoticed until now? ! "C-Captain Nigun, what are we…" one of the faceless spellcasters stammered. So I found out his name, not even a year had passed. - Protect me! - the sorcerer crawled into his bosom. - If you want to live, buy me some time! I will summon the Supreme Angel! - a crystal druse appeared, exactly like that, how we met in Yggdrasil. Judging by Momonga's memory, it was a direct analogue of a wand or a magic wand, that is, an object containing a certain spell, less often a group of similar ones. They were valued for the fact that they allowed even nonmagical classes to use the spells contained within, that completely magical, having taken possession of some rare "Crystal of the Magic Seal", as this thing was called, could get into the arsenal of a spell of another class, and there is nothing to say. In contrast, ordinary sticks and wands did not give such an opportunity, being almost always tied to the class. Of course, it was possible to get around to the highest levels of restrictions, at least simply by multiclassing, but not everyone was ready for this. In short, these things had their own price niche, and not to say that it was a penny. Speaking specifically about this crystal ... It shone very brightly, which could indicate either the content of one or two very high-level spells, or the ability to replenish the charge over a certain time. "I must admit that this man's tenacity evokes involuntary respect," I share my thoughts with Gazef as a crowd of Theocracy spellcasters line up in front of their leader, preparing to repulse our attack. "Ha, it looks like you don't care who they call," the warrior grinned almost nonchalantly, but beads of sweat ran down his temples. - No, it's very interesting to me, but ... - the words that I wanted to say were drowned in the enthusiastic cry of Nigun: - Behold the power of the True Miracle given to us by the Gods! - the man squeezed a crystal druze in his palm, lifting it above his head. - The appearance of the highest angel! - the glow of the crystal began to pulsate and grow until it grew into a flash. - Dominion of Power ! A bluish light illuminated the field, and my nonexistent nose seemed to be touched by the feeling of an indefinite aroma. A huge figure, which now certainly has the right to be called "OBCHR", hovered in the sky, spreading many wings covered with white feathers. In segmented white hands, a golden staff rested, a white skirt descended from his belt, completely hiding his legs, and a certain religious symbol, woven of pure light, hung in front of his head. - Hmm ... As I thought. - Did you expect this? Stronoff glanced at me. - I was not sure if it would be a 7th or 8th round challenge. It turned out to be the seventh. Slightly smaller than I expected, but impressive for its level. - What are you talking about ?! - the arrogance and arrogance of the leader of the Scripture, which had given way to fear, returned with renewed vigor. - Tremble with fear ?! Yes, it is perfectly normal to tremble with fear as you are looking at the Supreme Angel! I didn't mean to summon him, but I made sure you are worthy of using this item! You hear, warlock, I'm glad I summoned this angel for you! Rejoice! You are such a great spellcaster that I will honor you with death at the hands of creation, which is beyond human powers! - Black Hole ... - I will not lie, for a second I wanted to experience the attack of this angel, just like Momonga did, but ... This second passed somewhere in the middle of the screams of the leader of the Slane Theocracy squad. In addition, one should not forget about Shalltear, who is now probably watching everything. If I, like Momonga, received damage, then the vampiress could fall into a rampage, and then splash all potential informants about this world before with bloody mincemeat, than I could stop her. It's easy for her now - "daddy" no longer holds the handle. So well, I have already checked the presence of stability. The spell was activated. A black sphere no larger than a fist appeared at the angel's chest - and the light dimmed. No, not so, the world collapsed into a black-and-white spectrum, sounds disappeared, wind and gravity disappeared. Just for a second, but that was enough. The body of the Dominion of Power cracked across its entire surface and fell into a greedy void. Another second - and nothing reminds the world that an angel has just been here, even the shining dust is gone. "Don't…" Nigun fell to his knees exhausted and stared at the sky. A tarnished but still shining crystal rolled out of his hand. - Power surpassing the Demon-Gods ... Who are you? - It's a little late to introduce myself, don't you? - I begin to walk towards the failed hero, but then in the sky there was a crackle of broken glass. For a moment, the sky really cracked, but the effect disappeared the same way it appeared, and I felt an influx of information from one of the previously applied protective spells. "W-what was that?" - the leader of the Scripture staggered back, still looking into the sky. - Someone tried to place the focus of remote observation over us, but my protection did not allow to do it ... Hmm ... - I got one thought, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person. but the effect disappeared the same way it appeared, and I felt an influx of information from one of the previously applied protective spells. "W-what was that?" - the leader of the Scripture staggered back, still looking into the sky. - Someone tried to place the focus of remote observation over us, but my protection did not allow to do it ... Hmm ... - I got one thought, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person. but the effect disappeared the same way it appeared, and I felt an influx of information from one of the previously applied protective spells. "W-what was that?" - the leader of the Scripture staggered back, still looking into the sky. - Someone tried to place the focus of remote observation over us, but my protection did not allow to do it ... Hmm ... - I got one thought, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person. but my defense did not allow me to do this ... Hmm ... - one thought came to my mind, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person. but my defense did not allow me to do this ... Hmm ... - one thought came to my mind, and I decided to voice it. "Quite an odd coincidence, considering that you literally just used your trump card. I wouldn't be surprised if there is a signaling enchantment in this crystal. However, it doesn't matter now, - I resume my movement towards the person.

- W-W-Wait a second! - threw off that stupor and began to actively crawl to the side. - Sir, no, Lord! We are all ... No, I'm the only one! If you spare me, I will give everything you want! I ... I can easily pay you any amount! Just let me go! - his subordinates, from those who are smarter, have already asked the snatch, but I was not worried about this. Shalltear would diligently catch all the fugitives, there was no doubt about it. Those who remained were simply in a stupor. Everything they owned and were so proud of turned out to be useless. Their strength is ground and broken, casually and carelessly. The lower beings saw their place in the food chain and now could only shiver and beg for mercy. This feeling ... was surprisingly good. I gritted my teeth, again with a strong-willed effort driving away the thoughts of the sophisticated killing of everyone around me. I wanted to take a deep breath but the lungs were missing. - Gazef, - I pause slightly, turning to the warrior, - I must take my words back. He does not command respect, - I raise my hand and point it at the spellcasters. - Sleep ... - the wailing man froze in mid-sentence and collapsed to the ground. A faint wave of air escaped from his body, and the rest of the Scriptures fell after it. - That's all. "You are indeed a great magician, Mister Zellos," Stronoff bowed. "Once again, please accept my gratitude. If you need anything, I am ready to make every effort and opportunity ... - No, nothing. Although ... I would like to take some of the attackers. They didn't show anything interesting, but this… Amazing, "I look the man in the eyes, getting ready to play the role again. "I know all their spells. External effects, names, elements of creation. All this suggests that your school of magic should be identical to mine, but ... - But you are stronger, - understanding something by tone, the warrior suggested. - Right. At home I was quite famous and respected, but nevertheless there were many personalities of my level. I will not say that all of them could defeat me in an honest duel, but judging by the reaction of these people, what we considered to be quite an ordinary spell, which any court magician is capable of, causes religious awe in your magicians. But you do not have any oppressive fields, and the maneuverability of the environment does not differ from ours - I conjure freely without feeling any problems, so why are your magicians not capable of the same? Frankly, these questions are very curious, and I would very much like to understand them. "Hmm… I think a lot of the magicians of the kingdom will want to help you with this, but these captives are rightfully yours. I would only ask, if possible, to interrogate their leader before you take him. You'll do that, don't you? - It would be foolish of me to act differently ... And it seems that we have already switched to you, haven't we? "Indeed," Gazef smiled, turning in the direction from which his squad was already rushing towards us, completely knocking down invisibility. Shalltear immediately descended from the sky. Satisfied, satisfied. Like someone ate ... - Your order has been fulfilled, Zellos-oto-san, - sat down in the knixen "dear kind girl". - I intercepted three groups. Unfortunately, the enemy turned out to be too weak, I did not expect that the simplest Blood Boil would kill them instantly. "It's okay, Shalltear. Well done, - I did not deny myself the pleasure of stroking the almost purring death machine on the head. Nice little thing. "Hmmm…" Gazef cleared his throat. still keeping a straight face. The peasant's endurance is steel, I suspect that if I were in his place, I would already have adorned with white hair. "Zellos, may I ask, what will you do with the captives?" - I will send for interrogation and ... further use in my residence. - Residence? - now Stronoff is really tense. - But you seem to have ended up in our lands due to some mistake in the spell and do not know exactly where your home is? - Not really. I do not know where my past coordinates are relative to the new location, but my residence also moved with me. I do not know how it is customary for you, but here successful magicians often build their estate somewhere in the wilderness. Usually it is a tower or a castle, sometimes an underground labyrinth - some experiments require constant conditions of the surrounding world, and dungeons are best suited for this. - Oh ... clearly ... - the warrior rubbed his chin, and then I noticed a ring on his hand. An ordinary, unremarkable silver ring with an emerald ... worked as a belated trigger for memory. I remembered what that ring was. Damn ... I must possess this treasure, even if for this I have to nail Gazef, his entire detachment and the village to a heap ... The thought of mass murder did not cause any response or even the slightest rejection. Only the realization that it shouldn't be like this made me a little sober. I need to better control myself and think over decisions twice, otherwise I quickly become a soulless monster, and not in words, but in deeds ... However, this does not change the need to get a ring. But let's try for a start, just buy it, good credit of confidence in front of a soldier, I must be considerable. The only question left was, honestly to do this, or how at one time the colonialists bought land from the Indians? Well, as a last resort, I will erase his memory and try again. The idea of being able to rule the brains of the rational just in order to preserve a pleasant image favorable to me ... seemed quite reasonable and rational. No, the body of the undead also needs to be disposed of, and not even for the sake of the possibility of receiving carnal pleasures, but simply out of fear that for the sake of curiosity I will decide to dissect this world. It was Momonga who simply played the Dark Lord, although even so he went almost to the absurdity of the level of "my villain because the villain", along the way creating such disgusting game, from the realization of which, in a normal state, a decent Japanese citizen would probably go crazy. But this is it, but I really, purely out of engineering curiosity, can try to disassemble this world into its components ... brrr. Okay, first the ring, then we'll see. While I was thinking, the people of the Kingdom of Re-Estize were already galloping. They looked at me with reverence and sacred trepidation, but, praise for discipline, they were in no hurry to prostrate themselves. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone. While I was thinking, the people of the Kingdom of Re-Estize were already galloping. They looked at me with reverence and sacred trepidation, but, praise for discipline, they were in no hurry to prostrate themselves. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on a patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone. While I was thinking, the people of the Kingdom of Re-Estize were already galloping. They looked at me with reverence and sacred trepidation, but, praise for discipline, they were in no hurry to prostrate themselves. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on a patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone. The captain also did not give his subordinates the opportunity to moral decay and applied the most reliable way to save personnel - he cut the tasks and dispersed the work. Someone went to knit unconscious spellcasters, someone went on patrol along the road, someone was sent to the village, someone was sent to the forest in search of possible fugitives. In a word, after a couple of minutes we again found ourselves, though surrounded by people actively doing something, but at the same time, as it were, alone.

- Hmmm ... - so, to begin with, grab the handle of Shalltear. Shalltear's handle should always be in the grip during important negotiations! Okay, now everything is safe. So ... Miss True Vampire, don't make such a happy face! And you don't need to devour me with a loving look either! And cuddle up, and ... The breeze went over the skull, and everything didn't care ... To hell ... - Captain Stronoff, what kind of ring is on your finger? - I turned to the warrior, fortunately and the moment for changing the topic was the most appropriate. - Hey, we switched to you? - the warrior chuckled kindly, and I had to push the first impulse to a free expression of thoughts at the Guardian of the first floors. - And this? Gazef turned his gaze to the ring. - It was given to me by one ... friend, for a long time, - the knight closed his eyes and smiled. - What is it? - It's magical, isn't it? - Right, Stronoff admitted with a little surprise. - It allows the wearer to overcome their limit. A very useful thing for those who want to become a strong warrior. - May I take a look? - the most crucial moment. - Yes, please, - without pinching and without any visible excitement, the warrior pulled the jewelry off his finger and handed it to me. "Great Subject Identification" ... Hmm ... So this is how you feel when you see someone hammer in nails with a microscope. The ring really made it possible to overcome the limit. The limit of the maximum available level. True, I did not quite understand how much - the Yggdrasil spell gave out a strange set of information. It seems to give a description of the properties, but without exact numerical values, which was not typical for the artifacts I previously tested in Nazarick. Or describes that the item is magical, but the amount of magical energy invested does not indicate, which is also nonsense. In general, the thing was really created according to other patterns that have nothing to do with the legacy of past players who visited this world. - A very entertaining thing. It really makes it possible to overcome the natural limit. For an ordinary warrior, this will be muscle strength, reaction speed, general endurance, but all these are crumbs of his true potential. How to say - I rolled the bezel between my fingers. - The true potential of this thing is revealed only in the hands of the one who ... let's say, has achieved significant success in sorcery. Many magicians, resting against their ceiling, will not hesitate to give their right hand for this artifact. - And you, Mister Zellos? - the warrior again switched to an official tone, examining me, slightly tilting his head to the side. - I would prefer to give something less necessary to me and more useful to you, Gazef, - I look directly into his eyes, although in the mask it still means little. "No need," the warrior smiled openly and freely, "you saved this village without asking for anything in return, you saved my squad, again without demanding a reward. And I have already promised that I will help you in any way I can. And if this ring helps you save someone else, then let it be with you. - Well, I will not refuse, - I clench the jewelry in my fist, - but this does not mean that I will leave you without a return gift, - even if it is stupid and irrational, but ... you can say that I strengthen my image in the eyes of a perspective frame and invest in the future. Now he is somewhere in the region of the twenty-fifth-thirtieth level, by old age, perhaps, he will reach the fortieth-forty-fifth. And Death or the Elder Vampire from it will already be at the eightieth level. And in general, each Dark Lord must give a ring to his future Nazgul. Traditions. I climb into my inventory and take out the "Epic Dragon Blood Ring" - a good artifact that gives +20 to all basic stats, such as strength, endurance, dexterity, as well as a bonus to elemental-magic resistances. By the standards of Nazarick, it is almost garbage, here it is incredible cool. "Take it," I hold out the gift. - This ring increases all physical characteristics to a level where a common man can measure strength with a giant. It also provides a small amount of protection against magical and elemental damage. It will not completely save the third circle from the Electrosphere, but it will not allow it to turn into a charred corpse and even allow it to run well. The protection is constant and does not weaken, just the damage from each spell will be reduced by a certain value. It does not interfere with positive magical effects. - It sounds fantastic, but after what I saw today ... - the warrior did not refuse and put a ring on his finger. But his eyes, when he suddenly felt a surge of "incredible power" and, purely for testing, pierced the age-old oak ... Through and through. With your bare hand ... It was funny. Until the familiar breeze in my skull brought me back to the state of a rational machine. But it did not last long, because I did not take into account one ma-a-a-scarlet nuance. - Zellos-oto-san exchanged rings with another man ... - Shalltear was scary to look at, she was in a natural panic and culture shock. - Really ... Really ... Here it is ... That very forbidden male friendship ... Zellos-oto-san! It's true? You ... you ... I never thought ! * Klats! * - damn it ... that's how, how could this whole situation be viewed in a similar vein ?! - Oh! - Gazef was in solidarity with me. - Shalltear ... - if I could, I would moan, but ... - what kind of books did Perorontino give you? - fucking Jap, is there that abyss of perversions that you haven't touched ?! "I… I dreamed so much that someday… Mr. Zellos would offer a ring to me…" without listening to me, with a glassy look, she continued to fall into a quiet hysteria of a vampiress. The thought flashed through my head that "how just in time I mentioned that we are not blood relatives - incest is strongly discouraged in many cultures". - Oh, Great Powers ... - the absurdity of the situation was so overwhelming that I covered my face with my hands. Here's how to comfort her, while simultaneously keeping the legend and turning in the eyes of Gazef into the same patient, as the creator of this little pig ?! "It seems to me that it's better not to interfere with you now," Stronoff suggested, coughing tactfully into his fist. - Yes ... It will be very appropriate, - I agreed, experiencing true gratitude to the captain. - Then I will take care of the prisoners, - the man nodded and, rewarding me with a sympathetic look, went to his people. - So, Shalltear, - I bend over to the lola, shaking her slightly by the shoulders, - come back to reality, please.

- Sir, I really didn't know! - blinking from the shaking, the girl launched into excuses. - Silence! - I almost growled. - I am a man, do you understand ?! I like women! Not men, not something in between, not the third sex, not asexual, but only women. No options! No other interpretations! Blink if you realized! - Zellos-oto-sa-a-an, - morgue-morgue-morgue ... She needs little to be happy - does this mean that you like your faithful Shalltear too? - Well, here it is again ... - Yes, but only when you are in control. I don't like your fits of bloody madness. But today you are great. I'm proud of you. Now give me your charming smile and keep playing my daughter. "Oh yes, my beloved oto-sama-ah…" purred the vampiress who had gone into nirvana. I'm not sure she heard the whole line, but ... it'll d - Sir, I really didn't know! - blinking from the shaking, the girl launched into excuses. - Silence! - I almost growled. - I am a man, do you understand ?! I like women! Not men, not something in between, not the third sex, not asexual, but only women. No options! No other interpretations! Blink if you realized! - Zellos-oto-sa-a-an, - morgue-morgue-morgue ... She needs little to be happy - does this mean that you like your faithful Shalltear too? - Well, here it is again ... - Yes, but only when you are in control. I don't like your fits of bloody madness. But today you are great. I'm proud of you. Now give me your charming smile and keep playing my daughter. "Oh yes, my beloved oto-sama-ah…" purred the vampiress who had gone into nirvana. I'm not sure she heard the whole line, but ... it'll do.