On the street, a guard in armor and with a rapier caught me and took me to the head of the guild of heroes. He had clear instructions on this matter. They drove me around the city in a carriage, hiding my school uniform from the townspeople. The guild quickly explained to me what was what, the head of the guild is from our world, he is Vietnamese, he has a bald head and a beard for one hundred and forty years, his name is Mr. Chao. Then I was given a hero card, which replaces a passport here, everyone except slaves has one. They gave me a form in which I was able to indicate which parameters could be disclosed and which could not; my one hundred and twentieth level was high even by the standards of this world. Chao has only the one hundred and tenth level, and here he is considered almost a demigod, according to him, among people. In the guild, I chose the name Peter the Lightning, because he is sharp with his words and can shoot lightning from his hands. Yes, you can do it yourself if you practice. Here are the spell books. – He handed me the book. I read it in a minute and memorized it. My friend was always amused by this ability. He himself apparently did not fully read it and did not understand much. Notes in the margins told me that he spent his nights trying to learn some of the tricks of the magician’s craft. – I have about three thousand gold coins in my account. They will last me a long time, because I bought this house for ten gold pieces. He gave fifty to the gnomes for repairs. The guild gives money for silence, where are we from, so don’t talk about it, got it. —
I nodded, but didn’t understand half of what he was saying. I was thrown ashore like a fish. The influx of information took my breath away. What is he carrying? What kind of gnomes and magicians. What maids and fish. Especially the queen. We are simple guys from the area, even though we studied at an elite school. But my friend doesn’t think that this is not our level. I’m still preparing to leave for the army, and he’s again pulling me into dangerous and meaningless adventures. He will grow up someday, we are not children anymore. His fantasy scares me. I wonder how much he paid at the flea market for this book, which looks obviously fake, because it’s too new. Such a book must be old and decrepit, because it described quite serious things that a decent printing house would not have printed, especially on such expensive paper and leather binding, clearly made from donkey skin.
– Our state is called the Grand Floria Empire (probably because there are a lot of forests), the capital, where we are located, is the city of Landgraf, and the continent is Hundred. This practice of paying aliens from another world for silence began about a hundred years ago. When my grandfather caused trouble, told everyone about our world, sowed panic and civil strife. Three wars started because of him. Two polo kingdoms, Lithia and Etruia. At the council of kings, they decided to appease aliens from other worlds. Here they are called «Wanderers» and are hunted. That is, on us. Here you see the Middle Ages in all its glory. Just like I dreamed.
– So your grandfather still plays a big role in your life.
– Yes, my grandfather died, but he takes care of me in his own way. They gave me the money. I inherited them, so to speak. I was given several simple tasks in the guild, in order for me to become gold rank and replenish my piggy bank to five thousand gold coins. One gold is one hundred silver, and one silver is one hundred copper, it’s simple. There are not many ranks here: the lowest is iron, then comes steel, bronze, silver, gold, followed by the very rare orichalcum and platinum. Gold is considered very prestigious and with it you get a sixty percent discount in restaurants and taverns, shops and brothels. There are three platinum and orichalcum heroes in the world. And then they really are demigods of the one hundred and fifteenth level. One of them is an elf, yes, they are also here, the other two are a magician and a vampire. So after eating, we’ll go register you in the guild, you can’t go without documents, I can’t wait to find out your rank and specialization, my. – He raised his head proudly. – «Savior of the Worlds.» After that, we will buy you a sword and a magic staff. And, of course, you need to change clothes.
I had a lot of questions, but I was shocked and didn’t ask them. After finishing the dumplings, I headed to the room that my friend showed me to change clothes; the robe and hat were lying on the bed. I don’t want an unfamiliar uncle with a rapier to take me in a carriage, you never know what he can do. Although I did not believe in the reality of what was happening, I could expect from Petka a dummy actor in the role of a guard, so he would not stand on ceremony with me. He’ll beat you up in the corner and laugh, and a friend will come up with a nice face and say that he warned you, so I started taking off my clothes, waiting to see what would happen next.
My friend was in the next room and when I heard a knock on the door, I thought that it was he who said «come in,» but the maid came and began to help me change clothes. Her every movement was graceful and beautiful. Hands are skillful and strong. Her beautiful face was so close to mine and she looked at me without looking away. Light strokes on my body delighted me. No girl has ever done this before. I was embarrassed and very happy. She is a very beautiful and sweet girl, and she smelled so nice. In my world, she could easily be a magazine model with her height of one hundred and eighty centimeters. I noticed that she was smiling when she looked at me, although she looked at my friend with a cold gaze. She sniffed at me several times and rolled her eyes, even foam came out of her mouth, which she immediately wiped with a handkerchief. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to wash myself with soap and shampoo. Although maybe she smelled the perfume of my friend’s girlfriend, although I tried to hide it with my sweat.
After getting dressed, I left the room with Virgil, for some reason by the hand. I was pleased to feel her warm hand. But it was as if there was no life in her, a strange feeling, and a familiar one. Fragments of memory or hallucinations caused by the movement burst into consciousness, a dark room, a robe and glasses. The small body on the table begs for mercy, but I or someone else just laughs, intending to do something terrible. I shook my head trying to shake off these thoughts and of course let go of the girl’s hand. She didn’t like it and sat down at the table with her arms crossed. Although then she immediately began to smile at me. How quickly her mood changes. I wonder if she can really like me?
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