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Good thing I didn't go there. Otherwise, I would have ended up as a charred corpse too.
Can you talk to the NPCs who are fighting in the arena, and learn something from them?

did you at least collect your winnings?

Well, to do that, you need to find out where they live and so on.

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|Lanet Dal Ang| vs. |Noble Anastasia|
|Blagovest| vs. |Winter Queen|
|Steel Raven †| vs. |Zmey|
|Inexpressible Sigmar| vs. |Adalard †|
|Demon of the Abyss †| vs. |Rkul Oalam|
|Magnificent Guide| vs. |Unsurpassed Optimizer †|
|Dagon| vs. |Blade of Shadow|
|Reza| vs. |Fire-hazardous Joanna †|

|Inexpressible Sigmar| vs. |Zmey|
|Reza| vs. |Dagon|
|Rkul Oalam| vs. |Magnificent Guide|
|Blagovest| vs. |Lanet Dal Ang|

— Fight one
— Fight two
— Fight three
— Fight four
— Fight five
— Fight six
— Fight seven
— Fight eight

Of all the battles Tarvicius had witnessed, the one where a mage managed to defeat a demon from the abyss impressed him the most. Tarvicius had only read about the spells the sorcerer used. This man could teach him a lot, if he even wanted to. And even if he did, Tarvicius doesn't have time for lessons right now; the ship will sail immediately after the tournament. But despite this, the young wizard decided to try to find the mage, so that perhaps after the voyage, he could meet him again and learn at least some magical knowledge.

[I'm going to collect my winnings from whoever is taking bets and ask about Rkul Oalam].

Few people believed in the underdog, Zmey, and as a result, Tarvitsiya managed to win back as much as 500 Ryen. According to one person, Rkul Oalam occupies one of the prison cells in the old city and usually rests there.

WOW! As many as 500! We need to celebrate with some powder.

Tarvitsy headed to Fort Nevermore to find the mage's prison cell.

Tarvitz found the wizard in his modest dwelling; it was clear that no one was trying to disturb him, and the neighboring chambers were empty. The old man was reading.

The young mage saw the sorcerer reading a book. "He probably doesn't like being disturbed. I'd better wait until the old man is finished." He decided not to bother him and sat down opposite the camera, waiting. (Otherwise, he might turn me into a chick)

|Unsurpassed Optimizer †|

Perfectly optimized itself in terms of space occupied and resources required.

A young mage saw a sorcerer reading a book. "He probably doesn't like being disturbed. I'd better wait until the old man is finished." He decided not to bother him and sat down opposite the camera, waiting. (Otherwise, he might turn me into a chick)

- Is there anything you need from me? - the old man said after a while, without looking up from the book.

Amos rubbed his temples. After spending the whole day at the tournament and watching the participants tear each other apart, he felt extremely tired. "What a pointless way to spend time. How desperate must one be to voluntarily sign up for being burned, gutted, or having their head chopped off? Or, conversely, how self-assured must one be to entertain hopes of victory? You might get lucky once or twice, but sooner or later, you'll inevitably face an opponent with a dozen tricks up their sleeve, who will crush you. If you survive, you'll be left crippled and will spend the rest of your life defecating through a tube... No, the only way to win here is to secure the backing of wealthy patrons, who choose the winner. Do you think this is a fair competition? I implore you, behind every such event, there are huge sums of money and influential people," Amos reasoned, explaining to Alva and Saria the intricacies of the unfair world. "I wish this plebeian pastime would end soon so that we could get down to the real business. We still have to set sail for the far north. Didn't I mention it? We're going on an expedition with Vincent Agares himself. At least, he made me such an offer, and I told him I would think about it. After losing a hundred thousand in the casino in half an hour, I realized the futility of existence. I'll go on the voyage, why not? But I'll have to send a letter to the office, leave instructions. And take care of the house. I'll write to my brother, Hanseng. He's certainly shrewd and cunning, but he won't go against me, and he can look after things. Unfortunately, I'll have to give him access to one of my disposable accounts, and I really don't like doing that, but there's nothing I can do about it... We're heading very far north, it's probably even colder there than in the White Lands. Alva, are you really from there? What do you advise to take on the journey? And you, Saria? How did you end up in Nevermore?

- Do you need something from me? - The old man said after a while, without looking up from his book.

- Greetings. My name is Tarvicius. I am a mage. I observed your battle against the abyss demon in the arena and was impressed by your skills. I especially liked how you managed to return to life after what seemed like death. And in general, how you dealt with the demon. That's why I came. Perhaps you could teach me something?

- Yes, boss, I am indeed from the White Lands,” the foreign warrior said calmly and, in a way, even loudly, although he wasn’t shouting or raising his voice; that was just his manner. “The most important thing in the north is warmth: good clothes and, of course, fire. Without it, you can’t survive a single day in my homeland. As for the Borderlands… even my people refuse to go there; the cold becomes even more brutal, and all sorts of monsters and even giants roam the snows.
- Brr, I must admit, I don’t really like the cold,” the woman said, feeling a little uneasy at the mention of the White Lands. “I’ve been in Nevermore for about three years now. You probably know that my people have no homeland and that we all wander the world, either looking for a place for ourselves or… just wasting our lives. Once, I traveled with a small group of my people and practiced martial arts from an early age. By the age of seventeen, I could easily defeat any adult I encountered, at least if I had my swords. This, of course, doesn’t include the famous Laust Brightstrider, with whom I crossed swords shortly before he was declared wanted. I think I put up a good fight, but I was still no match for him; the man is simply incredible. Anyway, I was already traveling alone, constantly looking for worthy opponents to improve my skills. This continued until I met a man in Dal Shabet. As with other talented swordsmen, we fought very hard and for a long time, but unlike everyone else, I just couldn’t defeat him. And he couldn’t defeat me. So we spent quite a long time together, and then… we fell in love. After a while, we got married, and I finally had a home, and then…” The girl’s eyes filled with sadness. “Dal Shabet exploded, and with it, my husband’s life was taken. I survived, but I was badly injured and became easy prey for the Nevermore vultures.

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- Greetings. My name is Tarvitz. I am a mage. I watched your battle against the abyss demon in the arena and was impressed by your skills. I especially liked how you managed to come back to life after what seemed like death. And in general, how you dealt with the demon. That’s why I came. Perhaps you can teach me something?

The old man stroked his long beard with his fingers and chuckled nastily. - People find it much more pleasant to watch lightning fly and bright lights explode. Few people like this worm trick, but do you want to have such an ability?

and then... they fell in love. After some time, we got married, and I finally had a home, and then... - The girl's eyes filled with some sadness. - Dal Shabet exploded, and with it, it took the life of my husband. I survived, but I was badly injured and became easy prey for the Nevermore vultures.

We ruined the lives of quite a few people by robbing some house in the forest.

- People find it much more pleasant to watch lightning fly and bright lights explode. Few people like this trick with worms, but do you want to have such an ability?

Tarvitsy hesitated with his answer for a few seconds. Without a doubt, this was some kind of dark magic. And he didn't know how the people from the order would react if they found out that he had mastered something like this. On the other hand, such a trick could help him cope with the task set before him. "Reject the darkness... There is no dark knowledge, there are only personalities that use knowledge for dark purposes." - He remembered the words of an old mage from the Khontai Academy of Elemental Magic.
- Such an ability will not harm anyone! But something tells me that it will have to be paid for, and dearly.

- Such an ability won't hurt anyone! But something tells me that it will come at a price, and not a small one.

- All knowledge has its price, - the sorcerer replied to his colleague, clicking his jaws. - But one way or another, it's better to know something than nothing, and to have something than nothing. - The old man turned away, Tavritsy heard some unpleasant sound, and then, when the man turned to face him, he saw a long and unpleasant worm in his hands. - Here, acknowledge with your mind what you want to gain with all its bonuses, and swallow this worm.