Posts from Christoph Ailenberg (Zybr) Auto-translated

“They’d rather put me in jail than them,” the rector said, not seeing any way out of this situation.

The argument dragged on, and Christoph couldn't stand the inactivity any longer. "Hey!" the mage shouted menacingly, "Get out of here! I'm not bound by any authority, but I highly value art, so if you don't stop, your remains will be scraped off the walls!"

A laugh echoed in response.
--I think you're being a bit harsh, -- the rector interjected modestly. -- Just a moment, what are they doing? The statue of Daskalos! Don't touch the statue of Daskalos, you vile, mad Tromeros!

-Whatever you want,- Christoph replied, sounding much calmer, and rushed downstairs towards the bullies.

Seeing his selfless act, several scientists and students rushed after him. Meanwhile, the vandals finished drawing obscene graffiti on the statue of Daskalos and started prying up the sidewalk tiles; they weren't expecting any guests: apparently, such pranks had gotten them away with it in the past.

Without wasting any time, Christoph ran up to the minimum distance required for the spell and cast "Splash" on the bullies, after which he drew his sword and threatened them.
-Get out of here!

“Oh, so you think you’re the only one who knows magic here?” said the young and short dascalos in red robes. “Guys, I’ll take care of him.”
“Guys” loudly supported their comrade, while the scholars and students took up battle positions against the crowd.

Without hesitation, Kristof threw his sword at the brave warrior, after which he was ready to strike any enemy who approached within critical range with a spell.

The hooligan swore obscenely but didn't back down. A long, bloody fight ensued, and Christoph emerged victorious: after all, his sword attacks and the opponent's relative weakness helped. The leader of the hooligans fled in disgrace, and the rest followed, looking at Christoph and the reinforcements approaching him. They were only good at causing mischief, not at fighting.
Christoph +200 experience, level up.

XP, XP!

When Christoph entered the battle, especially when he swung his sword, he didn't think anyone would dare fight back, but something went wrong. Now his body ached unpleasantly, but it was bearable – this was a logical price to pay for not getting involved in street fights since the mage had chosen the path of science. Well, his moment of glory was coming to an end, and it was time to return to his daily tasks. Christoph sheathed his sword and headed back to the rector.

"Well, now I wouldn't be surprised if the police showed up here," he said sadly. "Anyway, thank you; the willingness to help is already appreciated. If I can help you in any way, don't hesitate. There are fewer enlightened, intelligent people in our world these days, and we need to cherish each one."

-I want to gather as much information as possible about Shendar and his library before embarking on the expedition,- Christoph said, getting straight to the point,- perhaps you can help me in some way.

--I'm not an expert. If you were to consult with Myrt Bocaris... However, I do know something about his research. One of the theories about the library's location suggests that Shendar built it on the site of a great battle from the past, which took place during the golden age of the Ants. Myrt Bocaris decided to follow this lead and determined the approximate location of the battle. In the North, in the Simmachia region! Right under our noses, so to speak. Based on this, he made some calculations, clarified a few things, and set off. Well, there are no guarantees yet, but Bocaris is definitely doing a good job; he's a very promising employee.

-But how did it happen that he recovered on his own? - Christoph inquired, - let's say he can magically determine the location of the library's "burial site" and then send workers. But, frankly, the library itself is a kind of treasure trove, and some of the items stored in it are worth a fortune. And big money always attracts big... unpleasant people, who wouldn't hesitate to cut off limbs and throats to achieve their goals. Do you understand what I'm getting at?

--Yes, I think I understand. Regardless, all the vandals and hooligans tend to gather in cities, especially large ones; it's unlikely they would go there. Or are you talking about fortune hunters? Well, not so long ago, I would have dismissed those thoughts; hardly anyone would have dared to interfere with a scientific expedition and rob it under the previous government. Now, of course, anything is possible, but I haven't heard of any such cases yet. And I hope that the humanoids still have some remnants of reason left, so I won't hear about anything like that.