Something's wrong. Replaced? What's wrong with the memories? Himil... who the hell is he? Isn't it me the one who robbed one family with that name? Wait...

Wake the fuck up! How did you miss it?! Wake up!

- A**u*ti*e? t*e R*y*l C**r*i*r Dr*g*n?

…

Court life is wonderful. The other courtiers don't take me seriously. For the royal family, I'm just an inventor who the court took for technology. However, as far as I am clear, the king trusts me. The current king is a warrior. The warrior families are very happy about this and therefore they are on good terms.

Well, okay, I just have to do what the family says, and the rest of the time I'm in my orders. That's life. Research is in full swing. Now I don't have to think much about money, so now I want to fully learn the rune language. Reading with one hand is really not very convenient.

The language of runes is quite simple, but only spiritual beings can speak it. The living can only write this language, but not pronounce it in any way.

*Crack*

Hmm? What is that sound?

I looked around, but I didn't notice anything

…

How quickly time goes by. It seems only a moment has passed, but in fact, it has been 5 years. I finally managed to break through to a mid-level magician.

Every month a couple of times I have to hear the sound of some kind of crackling and a quiet voice. I have no idea what that means. Maybe I'm delusional because I work too much? Okay, stop thinking about it.

The palace intrigues slowly began to pull their dirty tentacles at me. Very annoying. And also their requests to accept a student. There are certainly a lot of average magicians in the country. Most of the talent is at the level of a maximum to a high level. But there are a little more than 10,000 average-level magicians all over the world, that's saying something. But to accept those who expect that you will be licking their ass because of their talent? Screw them, among 100 of them, at best 3 can reach the limit of their talent. I'd rather just find orphans on the street and take them in.

Which is exactly what I did. In disguise, I went into the slums and took blood samples of children, giving everyone a couple of coins for it

The next day, 5 gifted children became my students. Their talent sucks. The most poorly gifted have a talent for a lower-level magician. And the most gifted to the highest. Worthy of praise. Nobles don't do that because they don't want to *Pollute Their Family*. However, it turns out that the boy from the street has a talent of a great level, as they immediately run to lick his ass and give daughter or two. All for getting the true talent

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Although even if there are such children, they will not be able to get the necessary knowledge or techniques for growth. Maybe I really should create an organization specializing in this. The Guild of Magicians? If we take into account the restrained foundations, then I need to be at least a high-level magician.

- Introduce yourself.

- I…

-Too late, it doesn't matter anymore. You're hamster number one. You're hamster number two. You're hamster number three. You're hamster number four. And you. You're special,- I said, looking at the most gifted. He looked very happy to hear that. Just like -You're dog number one. Remember these names. If you don't want to have such names, prove to me that you deserve a better name. Do you understand? - They looked at me resentfully, but still adopted their new nicknames. It's still better than living in a slum

- Yes…

Since I can, why not show them their place so that they don't get conceited? It will be better this way, that also will relieve unnecessary stress. And they will study and try to get my recognition, only benefits.

…

Another 10 years have passed. Wars and battles. Blood and pain. Betrayal and dating. My hands are already covered in the blood of hundreds of people. Both bad and good. Both friends and strangers. And I have lived more than 4 times here than in my previous life. Now that world already seems alien to me. And memories are an illusion. It's like I've already assimilated. No longer a man from the earth.

* Idiot*

Now I've been sitting at the level of an average magician for a long time. It is a shame now my students are at the level of a lower magician. We are close to a breakthrough. They are considered people of my mini factions. We have some influence in the palace, though, for those who have several medium or high magicians behind their backs, we are nothing. But this is enough to keep idiots from rash actions. I call the students by their first names. They deserved it.

- Teacher. We are near the town of Derwens. Nice city. Actively developing. - My best student, Ingi, is the one whose talent and perseverance are worthy of praise.

- Indeed. Just 40 years ago, this place was hardly a small town. However, this means that there are a lot of rats here. Be careful, Ingi.

- Teacher, you can be sure, I will not let you down - Ingi hit his chest with his hand, as if to say, I will not disappoint you. He's so loyal aft…

***

- So, Ingi. Answer me, why did you betray me? I've been teaching you for 8 years. I took care of you, fed you, and taught you the wisdom of life. Ungrateful dog! -My foot hit him in the face.

- Kha! - he spat out a tooth

- Tell me, who bought you? Who did you sell yourself to?

- *Spit!* -The spit got on my clothes, wiping it with a spell, I told him

- Well. If you don't want to be nice, then I'll start my hobby. Have you heard about the scalp? I learned to separate it with extreme care, without deep wounds, but with painful results.

- Master of Torture, I'm not surprised that they call you a Master of Torture

- Already talk with me without any respect. As your teacher, I just have to punish you

***

- Teacher? Teacher! Are you all right?

- Oh... don't worry, I think I've just aged. That's nothing important -Again these random memories that don't belong to me. For some reason, I see them more and more often. Almost every week. What's wrong?

…

Walking through the streets, I felt admiring and respectful glances. However, this is not surprising. I look unusual. There are countless runes on my mantle. My art has almost reached the level of high magicians. It's a pity that mana is not high-quality and concentrated enough to fuel powerful runes. There are as many runes in clothes as there are thorns in a hedgehog. They all act as a single organism and are able to temporarily give me the physical characteristics of a lower warrior.

And the Magic Shield is strong enough to be able to fight high-level magicians without the need to defend. They are all disposable of course disposable. Enchantment is much harder. To create good enchanted equipment, I need to first break through to the level of a high magician.

According to legends, the Holy level Masters of Enchantment and Runemaking of the past were able to enchant entire castles, giving them complete control over them. A castle in which you are like a god. Really the level that I want to achieve. It is a pity that this knowledge has not been preserved.

Thinking about this, my squad has already approached the estate. It is quite rich, the level is far from the Dukes (the heads of the founding families of the kingdom), but I think it is higher than that of middle-class nobles. A nobleman met me at the entrance to the estate.

- Hello, Lord Augustine, let me invite you to my humble abode.

- I won't refuse.

- May I ask you why you came here? Are you because of the war?- Having asked this, the nobleman tensed up a little. He's a low-level warrior. Of course, he can kill me, but with my reaction, I will have more than enough time to put on a shield.

-We're here by order of the Crown. Your city is located in a very favorable location. If your dock can serve well in the current war, the king may decide to make a shipyard out of this place.

- I will do everything in my power! It is an honor for me to work for the good of the country! He couldn't hide his emotions.

- I also need your assistance in creating a camp for the royal armies. Perhaps we will use your city as a base for transporting troops to the islands.

- I understand! I will immediately provide you with all the help you need!