Dal Shabet

Upon learning that Ratislav had previously studied at the academy, the assistant welcomed him with open arms and let him inside, but he refused to offer a discount on the treatises and sold them at full price. He also said that it would be difficult for him to see his old acquaintances now, as they were either very busy with research or participating in the celebrations. In the only tavern in the city, where Agnet headed, it was as quiet as ever; only the lonely daughter of the owner looked sadly out the window, lost in her thoughts. For the next few hours, Nemo underwent thorough training under the guidance of the old man Mirinoth, who taught her the basics of Life Magic and showed her how to properly read the formula of a spell described in the treatise. When he finished, he warned her, "I forgot to mention one thing. Several years after my departure from the old world, the Black Ice tracked down everyone who used Life Magic and turned them into steel. I won't be wrong if I say that there are only four people in the world who know the secrets of this magic, including you."

"Sell me the compass blueprint, the blueprint and parts for assembling a clock, the pistol blueprint, the wheel lock for it, and the sight. That's two thousand three hundred, right?" Adrian said to the woman.

"That's correct," the woman said, handing Adrian several rolled-up scrolls with blueprints and a small bag of parts. "Here you go."

Zelig carefully wrote down all the information in his notebook, including a description of the appearance of each of the wanted individuals. Be careful, and you will be rewarded, his mother used to say. Having finished and said goodbye to the reward distributor, he headed to "Silver Knight" to complete everything necessary.

Seeing the papers filled out by Zelig, the girl glanced at Horus and then stared back at the Catharian. She clearly didn't like him. "Mr. Amos Zelig, please list all your abilities and knowledge that you believe will help our expedition."

"If it won't take too long."

"Well, there's this one kid, his name is Mike. He's thin, with dark hair. Here's the address." The man handed a piece of paper to his interlocutor. "Make sure he never appears in this city again, and you'll get a discount."