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- To be honest, and I don't say this often, I'm genuinely curious about the possibility of extending my lifespan. But right now, I'm going on an expedition, and it's unlikely to last ten years, so extending my life isn't the main priority. That is, assuming I return from it with money and can continue my training with you. You won't die of old age anytime soon, will you? - There were notes of doubt in Nemo's voice, - However... what would you teach me if I chose the magic of life?

First, Paroxys went to sign the contract at "Silverknight". He studied the contract carefully and for a long time, rereading the clauses several times. One of the clauses he didn't like very much.
- Excuse me, madam," he said to the girl sitting at the table with a pile of papers, "this clause, regarding the fulfillment of all assignments and the waiver of claims to all items and all information, what sanctions will the organization apply in case of its violation?

- To be honest, and I don't say this often, I am genuinely curious about the possibility of extending my life. But right now, I'm going on an expedition, and it's unlikely to last ten years, so extending my lifespan isn't the main priority. That is, assuming I return from it with money and can continue my training with you. You won't die of old age anytime soon, will you? - There was a hint of doubt in Nemo's voice. - However... what would you teach me if I chose the path of life magic?

- The life of any living creature is very fragile and can end at any moment, and mine is no exception. - The sorcerer replied with a smile. - But I think I've already revealed quite a few of my secrets, and that's enough for today. Unless you want to reciprocate. Would you lift the wall protecting your mind for a moment? I want to know about your deal with the demon, but it's more than can be conveyed in words. Let me know what interests me.

First, Paroxys went to sign the contract at "Silverknight." He studied the contract for a long time and carefully. He reread the clauses several times. One of the clauses he didn't like very much.
- Excuse me, madam, - he said to the girl sitting at the table with a pile of papers, - this clause, regarding the fulfillment of all assignments and the waiver of claims to all items and all information, what sanctions will the organization apply in case of its violation?

- Have you seen the wanted criminals board in the center of town? - The girl's rhetorical question didn't require further answer.

Nemo didn't particularly want to let anyone into her mind, but, damn it, her main secret had already been revealed. Besides, she was sure that if her interlocutor wanted to cause harm, it would be easy for him to break through her defenses. It seemed that they were indeed driven by curiosity.
- Okay, you already know my main secret. And there's nothing else interesting there.

- Did you see the wanted poster in the town square? - The girl's rhetorical question didn't require a further answer.

Paroxys didn't show any emotions. Nor did he feel any. He continued to read the lines without looking up. After thirty seconds of silence, he said:
- Sounds like a threat. And how much do you think they would pay for my head? And one more thing. The assignments we receive from the boss... is he responsible for the consequences of his orders?

As soon as Nemo removed the mental protection from her mind, the next moment all other spells dissipated, and she felt a terrifying aura pressing down on her from all sides. Not a single muscle in her body could move. The old man approached her unhurriedly, snapped his fingers, and she fell asleep. The girl woke up some time later in a different room, most likely in a Dungeon. She was lying on the floor completely naked, still unable to move. However, her equipment was lying nearby. What should worry her more was the disappearance of her bracelet. The sorcerer somehow managed to remove it and was now doing something with it that the girl couldn't even imagine. The wizard held his hands over it, causing the bracelet to smoke. The room filled with a dark mist, and a familiar feeling arose in the girl's chest. He is here.
The sorcerer finished his work with the bracelet and froze, waiting. Several minutes of ominous silence seemed like an eternity. In the dark mist, a silhouette appeared first, and then the Demon of Knowledge himself. Judging by his appearance, he was very angry, which was very rare for him. "Mironet." - The first word he said echoed through the Dungeon. "You not only betrayed me, but your student is causing me an unimaginable amount of trouble. And now you are using my followers and dare to summon me at your own whim?! Enough. It's time to pay the price for knowledge." The Demon tried to do something, but suddenly froze in the same way as Nemo had before. Xipil, although irritated, didn't seem surprised. "The same method of suppression that Ataraxia used to immobilize my mother while he himself fought our older brother. What are you planning, mortal?" By this time, Nemo had lost consciousness again. She came to in the same place where she decided to remove the mental protection, in the same pose. She was dressed as before.
- Thank you, - the sorcerer replied with a smile. - Now, what do you want to know?

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- It sounds like a threat. And what do you think they would pay for my head? And one more thing. The assignments we receive from the boss... is he responsible for the consequences of his orders?

- You are overly suspicious and nitpicky, don't you think? Of course, he is responsible. And, by the way, this is not a threat, but a simple warning; our organization always adheres to the terms of the contract and expects the same from our partners. - The girl handed Paroxys a wad of money. - Here are your 2000 out of 8000 total. Sign the document and come to our country camp tomorrow.

- I try to take into account all the factors that may affect me and my decisions in one way or another,” said Paroxys, signing the contract. There was nothing more for him to do here, and he set off to a place where he could likely find the information he was looking for. He didn't know much about his faith and wanted to fill in the gaps. The old sorcerer surely possesses written sources. The only question is, what will he demand in return for them?

Although Mirinoth didn't mean her any harm, Nemo still regretted removing the protection. First, she immediately restored the shield, just in case he decided to check if she had seen something that wasn't meant for her eyes. The girl was sure that what she had seen wasn't a dream. She also wasn't sure that Xipil would fully explain what had happened, although it was definitely worth talking to him about it. Of course, if he would deign to talk to a simple follower.
- It seems I passed out," Nemo looked around at her surroundings, searching for a clock, "can you tell me the time? And, by the way, can you tell me about the life magic skills you could teach me?

- "I have no clock in my house," the sorcerer replied indifferently. "I studied Life Magic during my journey to the Old World 70 years ago. The only place where this magic was previously practiced is the Academy. Have you heard of this place? Magic is studied there far more deeply than in local institutions. And although I was pleased to learn that the academy is thriving, the influence of an organization called 'Black Ice' shocked me. After the events that occurred half a millennium ago, this organization rose from the ashes and became far more powerful and influential than ever before. This organization's control over magic in the Old World is practically absolute. Now then, as a resident of a New World country, they did not shackle me or throw me into a cell like a wizard practicing magic without the order's permission. Moreover, they didn't even ask me to promise not to use magic upon my arrival there. Why? Some time ago, they invented a very unpleasant device, something like bracers. They were placed on the arms and could only be removed by an authorized member of Black Ice. This simple device completely deprived the wearer of the ability to use magic. Thus, all wizards leaving the academy territory were required to wear these bracelets. I was no exception. But what was far more unpleasant was that they did not intend to remove them even when I planned to leave the Old World. Naturally, I could not accept such an outcome and tried to find a way out."
Despite all this, there were wizards who lived freely, even under the oppression of the order. Among them, I met those who practiced Life Magic, a dying breed of magic: in the Old World it was forbidden, and in the New World no one even knows about it. They came up with a very unusual way to solve the problem. The strongest among them took up axes and chopped off the arms of the others, and those who did not wear bracers used magic to restore their comrades' lost limbs. In other words, they grew new ones to replace the lost ones. Is healing magic capable of such a thing? Absolutely not. I, like all the others, also went through this procedure. But I did not run home at the first opportunity; instead, I stayed and mastered this magic. And that brings us back to the present moment. The spells I can show you:
Heart Control. A character can perform any manipulations related to a human heart using the power of thought.
Blood Control. A character can move health points between two characters with their mutual consent (for example, restoring a small amount of health to a character whose health has reached 0. This works only if the character's health dropped recently and the cause was not a terrible death). It can also deal massive damage to weak-willed characters.
Life Control. A withered flower can be turned into a blooming one, full of life. The ability to heal recently killed characters from any conditions. The ability to restore limbs. The resource for such actions is one's own life energy.
Creation: Life Magic. This is a modified version of another spell that I created by combining my knowledge of life magic with knowledge of reality control magic. Unlike its older brother, this spell works only with living beings. A character can embody an imaginary creature or even a person into reality. This is a very difficult spell and requires a very clear representation of what the caster wishes to create.
- If you still don't understand how this relates to your people, try to remember the main cause of death for your kin. Each treatise on any of these spells will cost you 1500 ryen. And since you did me a favor, I will let you choose any magical specialty for free. Choose wisely.

Every word of this story also reached the ears of Paroxya. The sorcerer knew of his appearance but, apparently, did not object to his presence.

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His keen gaze did not miss the board with criminals and lingered for a moment on the five-digit numbers with three zeros. Hunting heads is an occupation for young, underdeveloped primates, but nevertheless, there is no harm in obtaining additional information that might come in handy. Therefore, he headed to the reward distributor intending to learn more.

The reward distributor lived in a small but cozy building not far from the eastern gates, and his name was Martin. Among the people, he is called by various names, including "the undertaker" and "the executioner"—all of this, of course, is related to his position, although he himself executes no one and certainly does not bury anyone. He has worked here since he was twenty, and now he is over forty. It is easy to guess that his job is actually not demanding: a few times a month he updates the board with criminals in the city center, occasionally issues rewards for the successful capture or killing of a wanted criminal and hands the case over to the guards; much more often, he provides more detailed information about wanted persons, but there are times when nothing happens for several months and nothing is required of him either. Martin himself does not complain; he likes this kind of work. Without excessive enthusiasm but without any reluctance, he immediately fulfilled Zelig's request and told him more.
- Let's go in order. So, Amy Button. He's the type of person who thinks they can take other people's money and not earn it. Have you heard of the "Silverknight" organization? They handle the transport of cargo and, less frequently, people by sea from the New World to the Old and vice versa. They quite often hire new or temporary people for various tasks and always pay part of the fee immediately. Well, Amy Button signed up with them as a ship's doctor, took the money, and of course ran away, thinking he would get away with it. The company managers settled this matter with the government, and so he ended up here on the board. Honestly, I'm a bit surprised that no one has caught this drunkard yet, considering he doesn't miss a single tavern. One can only assume he is rotting in some Nevermore gutter now. Now, next is my favorite, Kinelia; they haven't been able to catch the girl for two years already. The most important and first thing you need to know is that she is the biological daughter of the ruler of the Tarren region and supreme commander-in-chief of the kingdom's army, Kanderus dal Tarren. Naturally, the father wishes to get his own flesh and blood back safe and sound, but he can no longer tolerate her antics. You might think these are just some pranks, but in reality, it is much more complicated. This lady managed to anger not only the governments of all regions but also the main villains of Nevermore. She takes whatever she wants and kills without hesitation, and generally does whatever she pleases, naturally within the limits of her fox-like cunning. And when she cannot handle something herself, her minions do it for her—minions who appear in every city after her numerous bedroom adventures. These include not only brutal bandits but also representatives of the nobility. She always uses other people to achieve her goals; as a fighter, Kinelia is not the best, but cutting a throat with a blade or shooting a pistol into a head would be no great trouble for her. So, what's next? Laust Brightstrider. For a long time, this man carried out assignments for the royal nobility and then tried to pit the rulers of different regions against each other. He was exposed, caught, and prepared for execution. It didn't work out. He escaped, and now one can only guess his location. What can be said about him? He always speaks very politely and tactfully, but do not be fooled by his sweet words, as he is a deceiver and a criminal. Laust is an excellent fencer but prefers to avoid battles. He is also a wonderful marksman. The pistols sold in the Armory, by the way, belonged to him. When you miss your own execution, there's no time left to go back for confiscated gear. I don't recommend asking about him in Nevermore, as he is a close friend of Tyler Ironfall, one of the five most influential people in this city, and therefore an incautious word could cause you to wake up in a gutter with your belly slit open. Oh yes, one more thing: a demon-born girl is very often seen with him. It's unknown what their relationship is—whether she is his mistress or something like a younger sister or daughter. Do not underestimate her; the girl is very unstable and extremely talented in the magical arts; during Brightstrider's escape, she burned a good dozen people. Witch of the Wildlands. There is very little information here. It is only known that peasants and soldiers sometimes disappear in the eastern villages. Once, one such man returned and insisted that a woman lives in the wildlands who conducts terrible experiments on people. Naturally, when he was asked to lead them to her dwelling, he simply got lost. Vahaon. This one is fresh. A veteran of the war with the Confederation, a worthy marksman, although he more often uses a two-handed axe. Some time ago, while drinking in some village tavern with his former comrades-in-arms, he encountered a misunderstanding with the local residents. A typical brawl ended in several deaths. That is why he is wanted, essentially. And the last one is Ixtli. She is demon-born, if you haven't guessed yet. This girl made the same mistake as many of her kin. She decided to travel through the kingdom and, strangely enough, managed to keep her origin a secret for quite some time—right up until the moment when, while staying on one of the islands of dal Karen, she witnessed an extremely unpleasant scene. Village children were bullying a girl about 12 years old in every possible way, kicking her, spitting in her face, and so on. Out of the goodness of her heart, Ixtli helped her, and then the girl led her home and introduced her to her parents. The parents thanked her, welcomed her warmly, fed her, gave her a place to sleep, and then reported her to the guards and, in exchange for a small monetary reward, turned her in. The cursed girl, like all of her kind, faced execution; however, the regional ruler took pity on her and allowed her to live. Since she was incredibly strong, Michael dal Karen saw more use in her alive and intended to make her his bodyguard. She was provided with a good place to live and generally Ixtli would have been satisfied if Michael hadn't climbed into her bed every day and used her like a riding horse. Perhaps if she hadn't been so kind, she would have snapped his neck before fleeing. That's the story; Michael wants her back and same to avenge the betrayal, one way or another.

Once in the city, Darren first decided to check the wanted posters. Of course, given the mischief he caused under an assumed name, it was unlikely that half the kingdom would be looking for him, but it was still worth checking. He didn't want to be hunted. "Let someone else chase them," Darren thought. "I came here to participate in expeditions. I just need to buy the blueprints, or my whole plan will fall apart."
Having reasoned this way, he headed to the workshop.

- A great sword, - Geheg noted, examining "Black Ice". - It's a shame it's so expensive. Did you forge it yourselves? - he asked, glancing at the entrance door from time to time.

Agnes didn't even expect there to be so many books at the Academy. She bought a copy of "Healing" so as not to spend all her money before leaving (although she really wanted to buy everything she saw).
Well, it's time to take a walk outside the city, to the meeting place for the expedition.

Once in the town, Darren first decided to check the wanted poster board. Of course, given the misdeeds he committed under someone else's name, it was unlikely that half the kingdom would be looking for him, but it was still worth checking. He didn't want to be hunted. "Let someone else chase them," Darren thought. "I came here to participate in expeditions. I just need to buy the blueprints, otherwise my grand plan will be a complete failure."

Having reasoned this way, he headed to the workshop. As anyone could imagine, this renowned workshop should have been bustling with activity, but it wasn't. "Since my husband passed away, things have quieted down here," the woman explained. "Our daughter is just as capable as her father, but she is currently preparing for an upcoming expedition, so we are not taking on new orders at the moment. But if you have another specialist, nothing prevents you from assembling what you need yourself, using our blueprints as a guide."
Blueprint. Compass 100 R
Settings: the compass needle points to one of the selected cities.
Cost of parts: 50 R

Blueprint. Rifle 500 R
Base settings.
Damage 40, range: 60, armor penetration: 50%.
Cost of parts: 400 R
Possible upgrades:
Barrel I. Range increased to 80. 200 R
Barrel II. Range increased to 100. 400 R
Barrel III. Range increased to 120. 600 R
Barrel IV. Range increased to 140. 800 R
Scope I. Accuracy increased by 10. 100 R
Scope II. Accuracy increased by 10. 200 R
Scope III. Accuracy increased by 10. 400 R
Scope IV. Accuracy increased by 10. 800 R
Replace base parts with elite parts. Damage increased by 10, range increased by 60. 2000 R
Prototype for improving the rifle's muzzle velocity. Damage reduced by 20. Armor penetration is now 100%, critical hit chance increased by 20%. 1000 R

Blueprint. Pistol 500 R
Base settings.
Damage 30. Range: 35.
Cost of parts: 300 R
Possible upgrades:
Scope I. Accuracy increased by 10. 100 R
Scope II. Accuracy increased by 10. 200 R
Scope III. Accuracy increased by 10. 400 R
Scope IV. Accuracy increased by 10. 800 R
Replace base parts with elite parts. Damage increased by 10, range increased by 10. 500 R
Flintlock II. Damage increased by 5, additional attack. 800 R

Blueprint. Mechanical Clock. Device for determining the current time of day. 100 R
Cost of parts: 700 R

"Excellent sword," Ghaheg remarked, examining "Black Ice." "Too bad it's so expensive. Did you forge it yourself?"

The older man looked up from his glass and regarded the visitor disapprovingly. "What sword?" he replied. "Such things are happening in the streets, as they are all over the world, and you're interested in swords!" The man snorted and looked at the sword Ghaheg was talking about. His eyes filled with a certain sadness. "No, I'm not skilled enough to forge such a weapon. It once belonged to a member of the organization of the same name, but he fell in battle, and over time, his weapon ended up here.

Replacing basic parts with elite ones. Damage increases by 10, firing range increases by 10. 500 R

Can this only be done in a workshop for a certain price?

Possible upgrades:
Scope I. Firing accuracy increases by 10. 100 R
Scope II. Firing accuracy increases by 10. 200 R...

Does it require a special blueprint, a blueprint for the basic item, or can it only be done in a workshop?

Settings: the compass arrow points to one of the selected cities, as chosen by the player.

Can this be adjusted only in a workshop, or independently if the item is available, or independently if both the blueprint and the item are available?

Only the blueprint and money for the parts are needed.

Can it only be crafted in a workshop, or can it be done independently if you have the item, or independently if you have the blueprint and the item?

If you have the blueprint and the item.