Below…
How many meters are there underground!?
I don't know for sure, I'm not even interested in checking it.
I can't get used to such a long descent…
Finally, the me and Bait, who had been following me all the way, stood at the magic, steel door. This is a beautiful large and durable protection, or rather, its task is to contain what is inside. It was made as if from a single piece of iron, decorated with a golden border, from the corners of which there are massive chains, enchanted by magic and going to a huge castle in the middle. The castle itself was decorated with ornate pale yellow patterns directed towards the well.
I asked the Bait to go up to the floor above, rest there and wait for me.
There was no response from her. I noticed only an ambiguous disapproving look, and she disappeared from my eyes.
Out of sight!
After that, I opened a heavy door, about twenty centimeters thick. With the help of my key, which I received at the moment when I started studying with a necromancer.
Behind the door, as usual, there was a well-groomed living room. Everything in it was like in an ordinary good house. A couple of cabinets with showcases on which there were expensive dishes, a rectangular table made of some kind of ebony, a surprisingly light cream-colored carpet. On the table was the same bouquet of flowers that had withered a long time ago, but did not lose their shape, emitting a pale blue color and an old porcelain teapot. One mug in front of the teacher and one empty one in front of the entrance. I, his only visitor, and a frequent one at that. So he just puts one clean one closer to the entrance in advance, so as not to get up from his usual place once again.
My teacher was sitting in a rocking chair opposite, drinking tea.
The guards still think that it's me who wears all sorts of things and the like to him, ennobling his abode.
A great move, Mr. Fantasy World, to lock a necromancer having with illusion and teleportation magic behind an unreliable magic door.
An interesting fact: we learned to open it with a teacher in the thirtieth lesson.
In general, he lives here and does not deny himself anything, well, yes: there is a house, there is food, there is a student. This is the perfect place for an elderly necromancer!
And now I hear a hoarse voice
Teacher: - Come in, once you've come.
We talked in a matter-of-fact way and completely about our own.
But in the end, almost without hoping for an affirmative answer, I asked if he knew Sebastian's butler.
The teacher mumbled something, got up from his chair and shuffled over to the room he had personally hollowed out in the rock. It was hidden behind a cabinet that had been moved like a feather.
Our "experiments" were stored there, mostly criminals sentenced to death. In general, now there are about five people in the "off" state.
He and I entered, and I looked around the room, hoping to remember something.
The teacher pointed out that a gray-haired old man in a state of "paralysis" and "sleep" at the same time, at least we counted on it.
Teacher: - As far as I remember, this is him.
You will probably ask: "Why is he standing among the corpses in such a state?".
Well, let's just say it's difficult to inspire illusions to a person with a strong spirit. That's what these prisoners were like. And here, just the old man is spinning around, well....
He's stuck in this state…
It looks like I accidentally cursed him somehow.
Well, we wanted to bring him back after, but so far nothing has come out. A lot has been tried, but he still stands and does not move, and the pulse will not disappear in any way…
We decided to forget about it again and went back to our cases…
After that, we discussed hunting goblins, and chose suitable poison bombs for the mission…
When everything was over, the teacher and I said goodbye, and I went to pick up the Bait that had been sitting too long.
For some reason, she wasn't in the mood.
I still don't understand why. She just sat there for about three hours, and most likely, she gets paid for it! Dream job!
I don't see any reason for her to be like that. Well, okay, the main thing is not to interfere much.
After a while, we moved out by carriage from the castle to the nearest forest.
A royal carriage is clearly an impractical thing, after all, through such huge windows it is easy to kill the person sitting inside with one shot…
But at the same time, they are quite expensive. For the most part, this is not logical. Why beauty and convenience, if you can choose to protect your life? Maybe there's some hidden magic here? But the walls are thin as cardboard, although most likely they are soundproof at the same time.
Surprisingly, we arrived quickly enough.
Of course, the bait tried to ask something about the upcoming sortie, but I ignored it.
The coachman told us that he would wait at the edge of the forest.
I started preparing for the hunt. After all, there are a lot of goblins there, so luring them out one by one is not an option. And run into a crowd of such creatures… I know it won't end well…