Visiting a Mage

"I don't even know if this is good or bad," Glam looked thoughtful.

- Why? - surprised Kiass .

- If I'm not mistaken, then this is an absolute record for the speed of comprehension of the first stage. You don't think that in the zero world we were met in this way only because of the theft of the portal platform? Information about the offspring of a family from higher spheres is spreading faster than might be expected. Last night I became convinced of this again. In addition, it hit someone for the living. Cones from five clans received information about the parents of a young man sent to the zero world.

"What other parents? - Ink felt sweat coming out. "Someone was really sent here, but I got so framed that they took me for him?" There used to be a hope to expose everything as bragging and a joke, but now ... Or is it a bluff from the clans? Last night ... Michaelon? So was a psycho like him so kind to me? "

"Should we wait for a new attack?" - specified Kiass .

- And what, did you think everything will end on that? - Glam was amazed. - Do not even be with us a descendant of higher forces, a new attack would be organized. Most likely, already at night you would jump from bed to the sound of battle. Now, too powerful forces have become interested in our humble company. Frankly speaking, the entire buffer, or maybe zero world, will soon be busted. So far few know about this, but some of the information from the first world turned out to be explosive. The descendant of higher powers has the power of ice and can potentially turn into - to make it clearer to you - a kind of ice elemental. Extremely powerful blood ability. In itself, it will only increase the number of clans who want to cram their daughters into bed with such a hero.

- Here is how? - Kiass squinted at Ink a with a smile . "Will he have many difficult battles?"

"I would also laugh at the situation," Glam went on, "if the message about the amulet were not conveyed along with it." A small pebble that is activated only by the resonance of the blood and ... provides the ascension from the zero world to the buffer for the candidate. It is possible that it has other properties. The ability to make an energetic body reborn dense enough to stay in a zero world, for example ... Or accelerate the training of a cinema ...

Kiass stopped smiling. He completely clenched his hands on the table into fists, as if preparing for a fight against greedy people. At Ink and no amulet, of course, was not, but this gesture on the part of the motorcyclist he considered encouraging.

"Forever gloomy and displeased, as surrounded by enemies, but actually a pretty good guy"

- If you ask me, no one can develop consciousness so rapidly. To do this, you need to use something special, extremely powerful by the standards of the buffer, "Glam said nothing until the waiter returned and arranged the dishes.

"I've never seen such" seafood, "grumbled squeamishly , examining slimy algae and some tentacles in the filling of his piece of cake.

"You haven't seen much more," Glam reassured him. - Enjoy it. The era of many discoveries and new experiences awaits you.

Ink took a bite of his portion, looked at the contents between two layers of baked text. An eye was staring at him, the size of a thumbnail.

It's probably better not to know what's there, Ink thought . Details about other details of the filling surfaced immediately: seaweed, shrimp, fish meat, something similar to earthworms and gray skin. "Now I also don't know whether I should rejoice in the full development of the first stage of Keenra ..."

The taste of the treat was quite unusual, but it did not cause disgust. Everyone knocked down their portion, so that later under the envious eyes of Arsi go to the dessert. The latter turned out to be quite an ordinary parfait. If there were any special components there, Ink could not notice it.

The girl slowly sipped a cloud of cocktail through a straw. By the rate of absorption, it seemed that she was rather inhaling his vapors than drinking. A special dish created for the reborn, who do not have the opportunity to eat ordinary food because of their body scattering in fog, but there is a need for restoration of strength. As Glam explained, some instead of a cocktail order a bath with this substance.

"After the dive, they don't spread out, just like in my force field, and also restore energy reserves," Ink wished to try this cocktail or plunge into the whole bath. He used incredible abilities, but did not feel any magical energy. From this, the magical world did not seem special. A sense of something unreal, inaccessible to an ordinary person, could add taste to this fresh dish. It was Ink 's sensation of magical energy as such a supplement . He really wanted a cocktail, but he prudently kept quiet.

Arsi asked her to order a swim in the cloud, but Glam refused to "spend so much" on someone who is not even his student. At that time, Grank raised the issue of issuing some money for spending "the beloved wards of the esteemed master", but received a categorical refusal. The latter was expressed in such a contemptuous look that no further discussion on this topic was followed.

After the meal, Glam recalled Kiass a for a few words . Gold-skinned was returning to the minibus in a somewhat nervous state. Ink was trying to figure out what was the matter, but the descendant of the alchemist clan only shook his head, refusing to disclose the contents of his conversation with the mentor.

The minibus drove for an hour, then another, and then rushed past their house without stopping. Glam drove wards throughout the city until it got dark outside the windows.

"Now I understand why it was not necessary to take any tests for lunch," Ink reached in his seat, nearly dropping Arsi to the floor . "It just wasn't foreseen at all, right?"

"Of course," Glam looked at his watch. "Now you can look forward to dinner, which we will be treated to at the neighbor's house." It's not so easy to be a master ... I have never spent so much money as in the last two days.

"I hope this is a joke ... Otherwise, soon he will be called not Crazy, but Greedy Glam."

After stopping, the group immediately went to Michaelon's house. Ink hinted at first to wash and change clothes, but Glam simply told everyone to "keep up", peppy gait opening the door to the neighbor's house.

Hall turned out to be much larger than one could imagine. The huge hall, which Ink immediately christened a ballroom, struck the imagination with a sparkle of something suspiciously like gold. The walls were covered with tapestries embroidered with metal threads. The candelabra nailed to the walls seemed to Ink at the particles of the Sun itself, and the lighted candles in them seemed an ugly addition.

- This is strange…

"Don't worry, Ink ." Our neighbor is not so powerful as to create something like this on his own. As far as I know the properties of this mansion, it has double space. If you open the door correctly, you will get here, "said Glam. "It's convenient to hide your experiments, but it doesn't protect against other magicians, and if an amateur did the door defense, random people can also come in."

- Random people will not break into other people's homes. Thieves except ...

- What are you talking about? Mages perform such tricks not only with their housing, but also with a stranger. Craftsmen to contaminate the space themselves, and those who are not able to buy the services of creating a couple of other emergency shelters. It happens that a person forgot something at home, returned and accidentally saw his apartment or house in a completely new light. The result can be different, but these guys are not good-natured. Lucky for those who find the shelter empty ...

Ink did not specify what happens to people who meet magicians. Glam said they were characters from old, scary tales.

- Okay, have fun. I still need to talk with some friends. Be careful, there are few reborn here, and the magical brethren of the Earth do not like them.

Nobody answered Glam. Instead, as at the command of Ink , Grank and Kiass went to the buffet . It took them about fifteen minutes to satisfy their first hunger.

"There was a lot of people here," Gran said, without ceasing to chew crab meat. He did it lazily, but his eyes looked sharp as ever. Black circles surrounded by gray iris fields.

"Is it in such cases necessary to say that they look like the sight of a sniper or blade point? It turns out that this fits not only the description of facial expressions of the eyebrow eyelids ... The face has not changed compared to its usual expression, it has even become softer. Thank you Keenra, I see these differences clearly. What gives the impression of his readiness to kill? Maybe this is the feeling of magic that I wanted? "In some unknown way, feeling his energy, I manage to feel ... emotions?"

Ink thought he was thinking about some kind of nonsense and tried to distract himself with something more useful.

- Come on, find a treat for you, Arsi .

- What for?

- You do not want? - surprised Ink .

"I want, but ... I can hold out without energy longer."

- Come on, our master is stingy. Who knows when he decides to feed you again. Better to stock up on plenty of power.

- Okay…

" Arsi has been quiet all day and seems to be going to stay that way." This is good, but it has become less moving, which is bad for my workouts of micromanipulation ability. I will cheer her up, and at the same time I'll try this cloud drink myself. If Michaelon really doesn't put Arsi penniless and refused to cook for the reborn, it will not be too pleasant ... "

An elaborate ceramic bowl with a cloudy drink was found. Some pale type poured it into a glass, like a strange kind of punch. Without this accident, Ink would never have guessed that a white pan in gold patterns, either an amphora-shaped pan or a pot with excessive pretentiousness, might contain a drink. Such a container, in his opinion, is more suitable for emperor fish soup or another dish with a claim to elite.

Ink poured liquid into a pot-bellied glass, a set of which stood next to the vessel and put a pipe there. He raised it with his left hand so that Arsi could drink calmly. A translucent liquid with fog on top did not lessen.

"Wait a minute," Ink took the tube to himself and took a couple of small sips , under the girl's displeased cry . The fluid stirred noticeably, and a pleasant and tender feeling spread throughout the stomach. The word "elixir" surfaced in Ink's head . It was ideally suited to describe the sensation of drinking this drink. "You and the restaurant only breathed that cloud." Now I will help.

Ink waited for Arsi to try again to drink reborn food, although it was more like inhalation rather than drinking. The force field lay on top of the liquid and slightly pressed down. The level in the tube began to rise, while it was sticking in the image of a child, it was not at his back that she was finally able to take a normal sip.

- Tasty!

"No need to scream so loud, Arsi ," Ink said , embarrassed. Groups of people around quietly talked in groups, but after a joyful cry they began to glance at an unusual couple of guests. Most of the men present were dressed in formal suits; ladies appeared in evening dresses and expensive jewelry. Their small company clearly stood out, even after sharing with Kiass and Grank while searching for a drink, Ink was not hoping to get lost in the crowd .

- Wow! Crystal horns ... How unusual. Or should I say icy? - the hand of a stranger who approached from behind grabbed Ink and by one of the appendages on his head.

- Fuck off! - Ink dismissed, which caused cuts on the man's fingers.

A few drops that remained on the horn were quickly wrapped in a force field.

"Finally I can also train my blood control"

At first, Ink wanted to move the small sphere to his hand, but then he remembered that the strongest impact is provided near the head. Canned blood dropped to the base of the horn and hid among the hair.

"Don't be so rude with my guest, Leon," Michaelon stepped out from behind an unpleasant type.

"Of course," the stranger smiled again. - The kid is pretty smart, I don't feel the drops of blood that remained on his horn.

- Immediately destroyed? - the owner of the house raised his eyebrows. - Great insight. Leaving particles of a true blood mage on yourself is not a good idea.

"Does my field block his feelings?" No ... - Ink felt a strange pulsation in the drop he had preserved, - blood control also played a role. It is even more important. Ha, the blood magician cannot do anything against the abilities that Michaelon criticized so much yesterday. "

- I'll ask for a moment of attention! - The voice of the master of magic spread throughout the hall. - Let me introduce you to my collection of failed creations!