Wolves and Sheep

"It is impolite to go into someone else's room without knocking," Ink walked past the stranger. - Let's talk in the lobby.

- Of course. At least there is where to sit down.

Arsi crawled from Ink's back to his chest. She watched intently behind the man walking behind him all the way to the hall.

- What did you want to talk about?

"It just got interesting to me," the man sat in the chair for a while, then continued, "what should the sheep feel when it is eaten by the wolf and meets it again?"

"I was reborn," Arsi answered sharply . - And got the ability. I'm not scared of you. Who knows who will have to try on the role of the victim in the near future?

- Who knows? I know, "the uninvited guest looked without blinking, which led to the association with the snake gaze. - Do you want to show? Let's go to. You will be interested, the eaten sheep.

"I'm not going anywhere ..."

"We will go," Ink interrupted Arsi .

"That's fine," the man smiled. - Since we are neighbors now, it will be good to dot the " i ". My occupation, I think, will be quite interesting for you.

- What is your name?

"Oho-ho, did your overseer not talk about the rules of good form?" My name is just my business. You can call me Master of Magic Michaelon. By this name I introduce myself lately.

"Well, then you can call me a master of blood," Ink quickly accepted the rules of the game , leaving the house after his neighbor.

- Hm! Young people are now quite cocky. A rare magician can say that he feels in blood magic, like a fish in water. To be called a master, it should not be a fish, but a whole dragon. And now some kind of caviar, which has not even turned into a tadpole, already calls itself a master of blood - Michaelon spoke as if by himself, but the image of an ironic person spoiled the sidelong glance of his unblinking eyes.

"Looks dangerous. I hope this type does not try to make a "new sacrifice" of us. "

Ink's fears only intensified when they entered a five-story building and went up to the roof.

"It will be here soon," said Michaelon, pulling out a tablet.

A coil of thin cord was connected to the device. Ink realized this was a small camera. The display showed a narrow passage between the houses. As the lace unwound, the asphalt path became closer. It was already very dark, but the program corrected the image on the display, it turned out almost like in the afternoon - except that the individual colors looked more faded.

I had to wait about half an hour. People appeared several times in the aisle, but by the silence of Michaelon Ink understood that they were not the ones they were waiting for. At some point, Arsi flinched.

"At last he is here," the master of magic said with satisfaction. - Today is late.

Ink took a closer look. The man's movement was jagged, his walk was slightly shaky.

"You know him well, yes, sheep?"

Arsi was silent.

- Who is it? Asked Ink .

"A guy past me," said Arsi softly in the form of a child. - They met. He was crazy about her, but the past I did not love him. Just played, went on dates with him, but also with others too. She didn't care.

- Here is how? - Michaelon looked disappointed. "I was hoping you would worry about that person at least a little." In the end, he once came to find out the circumstances of the death of his beloved. It was then that I planted a seed in it. Since then, I have watched and raised a lot.

- What are you talking about? - Ink frowned, more and more confused about what was happening. - What is the seed?

"Look," Michaelon snapped his fingers and a clot of darkness separated from them.

- Run! Arsi's scream turned out to be surprisingly loud. On the display, the man not only did not accelerate, but even froze, looking around. - Don't stand, you fool! Run! Quickly!

The man managed to take two quick steps, when he jerked and awkwardly collapsed on his side.

"What did you do to him ?!" - Arsi was angry.

"Hey, you kind of talked about indifference?" Michaelon feignedly surprised.

- The past I did not care, but not real! If something bad happens to him, I will ...

- What? - the girl interrupted the master of magic. He approached Ink and Arsi almost right up close. "What can you do, weak spirit?" A miserable pet of an insignificant novice in this world, in the true world of power. I live more than three hundred years, survived more than one witch hunt and many attacks of all kinds of avengers. You should not compare me with myself, I did not die and did not fall into the afterlife, like the two of you. I am a representative of true power! They say that after death they will distribute some kind of coins for which special forces can be bought. You got crumbs from the master's table, and I have been developing my power for centuries! Even your nanny will not risk contacting me, like most returnees from a different direction. Do you want to scare me? Learn to move around this world for a start! Do you know what will happen to this person? What was about to happen to you. Your body could not stand it, but it turned out to be a suitable vessel. The seed of the demon is what I planted in it. For many years I fed him strength, and it took root. In his subtle bodies, in the soul itself. I have seen many champions of the so-called morality and humanity, but where are they? Why has no one destroyed me? Because I create power! One of the otherworldly families received strength from me. When I finish this seed experiment, all of your five powerful clans will come to bow to my feet and beg to tell them how I did it! Everyone is hungry for power, and I give it. I do not need all sorts of stupid things, as the spirit of the world of reflection, and therefore no one dares to touch me.

Michaelon's voice dropped to almost a whisper.

"You, reborn and exalted, are just the sheep that others raise." People like me are wolves. Whether in this world, or in the other world, power is on our side. We become the leader of all thanks to our power and desires of other people. You can't imagine how low they can fall to receive a drop from the power of true magicians. Having gained his strength himself will always be more powerful than those who parasitize on someone else's power. Got it, sheep?

"Giving strength?" Something like my blood awakening? A great chance to learn more about how everything works here ... "

"I would like to know the details," Ink said , stepping back a couple of steps from the master of magic. - About this experiment with grains.

- You!

- Hush, Arsi .

"Yes, yes," Michaelon spread his arms joyfully, "Hush, little pet!" Do not bother intelligent people to talk.

The master of magic quickly wrapped the camera cord and hid it with the tablet.

"Will this man be all right?"

"Of course," the Master of Magic snorted, "I cannot allow myself to ruin my experiment." After a couple of minutes, he wakes up and goes home. Maybe he will give himself a promise not to drink in such quantities, he will talk with his wife, children and calm down.

- So what is the essence of the experiment?

"There is a weak demon ..." Michaelon thought for a moment. "It can be compared to a virus." Unreasonable, small, but can greatly affect subtle matters, if combined with them. I call this demon the function of Klata, in honor of the magician who first began to use them. He noticed that with a certain impact, the appearance of these demons changes. They acquire different strengths and properties, but the problem is that they are extremely difficult to find. In addition, they are influenced by too many forces. In one place you can get from the function of Klata a demonic guardian thanks to only a few passes and a drop of power, but in another - nothing will come of it. Too many variables. Klat did not go deep into their study, but I am different. If this demon received reason, would not the insignificant truly become strong? By integrating the function of Klath in the subtle bodies and soul, one can firmly connect it with consciousness. Does this not open up the possibility of rebuilding your body according to your desire? Subtle bodies give the power of magic. Create masters of secret forces! Just think what prospects open up!

"It is clear why no one is touching him ... Who wants to abandon this? After ascension, do people lose the opportunity to evolve? No. Then why are they so dependent on this person? An experience? Surely they have no less knowledge. Is that a difference in talent? Way of thinking? If the powers of magicians originate in subtle bodies, is this a difference in origin? Were they able to develop special powers in the zero world due to chance, or is this the peculiarity of their blood? Siren mutation, as Glam said? "

For a while, Ink walked in silence, pondering the questions that had arisen with him. Little by little, the truth about the world began to be revealed to him, but with every hour of a new life, the environment became more and more amazing.

"True ... This is only the first day of my new life. "So little time has passed, and events seem to be enough for a whole month."

"Here we are," Michaelon pointed to the door of his house. "Come in tomorrow, I will show you failed experiments." They did not achieve their goal in life, so they could not go into the other world. On the other hand, not a single servant stayed with me as long as these errors.

"Then, see you tomorrow," Ink a mixed emotions swept over.

"To have power, to get knowledge from this master of magic, to make a useful acquaintance, as someone advised in his forgotten part of his life ... Is it worth all humility with his goals and means? Am I ready to accept a new world and live by other rules? "Who am I deceiving ... The question must be posed differently - will this world listen to the opinion of one person with a phenomenal achievement rated at twelve points?"

- Where have you been? - Granke's voice sounded unexpectedly in the dark.

Ink only noticed that he was already standing near his room in the unlit corridor.

- Walking with a neighbor. Pretty peculiar type. He's doing experiments on people to create some kind of super-ability without visiting the world of reflection, " Ink explained . - Divides people into wolves, to which he considers himself, and sheep. He calls us "caviar", which did not turn into tadpoles in the vastness of this vast world, flooded by an ocean of secrets.

"Is he wrong?"

- His object was an ex-boyfriend Arsi . She lived in this city ...

- So what? She was reborn as a new personality. She should not give a damn, - the sound of steps of Grank and in the darkness was removed. "Since nothing important happened, I'll go to sleep."

"Gre ..." Ink did not finish when he heard the sound of the door closing.

"You don't give a damn either, do you?"

Ink turned on the light in the room, on the table lay a stack of leaflets. For a moment, there was a desire to see the contents of those below, but disappeared just as quickly. Ink knew that he would want to practice learning their contents, and this would slow down progress in the first step. Content in the last hour has not changed. Notice details, capture details even with a cursory glance. The main goals of the training: concentration and tenacity of memory.

Ink examined the details of the room, the leaflet itself, the bed on which to sleep ...

"You lie on the floor, and I'm on the edge of the bed," Arsi sounded peremptorily.

- Why is this? - outraged Ink .

"I have to be close to you, so as not to dissipate the fog, so I have to lie on the edge."

"What nonsense, we can fit next."

- Never! I will only share the bed with my beloved Kiass om. You should not even dream about it.

- What else is "sharing the bed"? This is just a dream.

- No objections!

- Here is how? - Ink squeezed Arsi's body with a force field. He threw a sphere the size of a soccer ball on one half of a luxurious rookery, and he settled on the second. - Have a nice dream, Arsi .

Despite many experiences, Ink did not even notice how he fell asleep.

In the morning he was awakened by a blue light coming from a sphere on the bed next to him. Ink rubbed his eyes, only a whitish fog remained inside the force field, there was no longer any glow. He reached out, clenched his fists several times, made sure that there was no leak accumulated in the body of energy from the world of reflection.

"Good morning, Arsi ," Ink smiled . With a click of his fingers, he expanded the scope, allowing the girl to take her childish form again. Immediately after that, he smoothly covered all the body bends with a force field, fixing his appearance and allowing him to move. No tension was felt from this procedure.

"I'm better at managing micromanipulation." Good! Today I have to become even stronger. "

"You have a strange sense of humor," Arsi looked at Ink with a strange expression on his face. - What did you do with your body?