Nowaru

Well, yes, that black hole mage in the second part of Shabet really messed up when he first became a superman, and then got into a pointless fight and let himself be blown up. But, he was just a noob.

Well, he was just unlucky, what can you do.

Shunietz headed towards the barracks, planning to scout the area. Perhaps he could find out more about where he could find his victim.

It was, of course, impossible to simply enter the territory of this complex of buildings. A sleepy guard, who was trying his best to hide his drowsiness, met Nuesh with a question about what he needed here.

What else is he supposed to do? He's waiting for the client along with the others, drinking if there's anything to drink, but not to the point of intoxication, of course. [/COLOR]

While Shushuk was waiting for the client, a new person appeared in the crowd of gathered followers of Ansgar, a large Geirthead with a stony expression on his face. As he moved towards the center of the gathering, he carelessly pushed those present aside.
- Warriors of Ansgar. Warriors who know no fear of death. Warriors for whom death in battle is the only desired end. - The big man drew one of his swords, the larger one, and raised it to the sky. - You know my name. - There was a flame in his eyes, and his voice sounded like that of a leader. - You know who I am.
The followers of Ansgar began to talk among themselves, until someone shouted "Tarvos!", "Headsplitter!"
- Exactly. Exactly! Before you stands Tarvos, the strongest Geirthead, the strongest warrior of Ansgar. - This time he waved the sword around him, as if pointing to everyone who was gathered here. - I want only true warriors to remain here, in whose hearts burns a hot fire and whose flesh is made of steel! Cowards who are afraid to part with their lives and hide behind the name of our god... Get out of here, or your heads will roll in this very Grove.

Meltaret noticed a man near the door to the building who looked nothing like an ordinary soldier. His armor was unusually decorated, there were badges of distinction, and by his gaze, he was clearly someone special.
Either this is one of the bosses, or even Darius himself. So, I need to talk to him.
- Good day. Can I talk to Darius?

- That will be me. - The man replied briefly. - And who are you?

When the owner is not looking (closes the door of the room, for example, or something else), Hanelion casts a curse and immediately follows it with a mind control spell.
/Too bad they took the woman away.../

Hanelion successfully carries out his plan. -450

Greetings, beautiful lady. My name is Duke Rumke, and I am a powerful water mage. Tell me, is there any work in the city where my outstanding abilities could be useful?

- Work? - The girl was surprised. - I'm afraid not. Everything in the capital is streamlined, and the Academy does not need freelancers. If you want to become part of the Academy of Magic and work in it, you will have to do it officially.