A dirty magician – golden mask - стр. 5
– Who are they? – Said the old guard in chain mail and with a halberd.
– I am Aralia Orlova, here are my documents.
She held out the iron plate that hung on her chest. The guard examined her briefly and returned her back. Then he looked at me.
– And this one? The view is painfully strange. You are mad, are not you? What a freak. I don’t need sick people in the city. “He spat disgustingly at my feet. Others in line began to move away from me.
– He is with me. My prey. I take him to the magician Gnus. And to the adventurers guild. My wings were torn out and I was left without feathers. So I want to become an adventurer until they grow up.
– Under your responsibility. You are a free people. You'll still get into the city. So at least it's official. Three silver and pass.
– That's it. – She said quietly. – Give me one coin. Uncle, I’m such a sweet girl, do me a favor. I'll cry sometime later. – She winked at him. I almost threw up. Well, he’s old and scary.
– Okay, daughter, one coin. And then don’t come, I’m too old for this. Although you are beautiful, you could become my grandson’s wife. He's still a fool, but he'll come to his senses with you.
– Here's a coin. – The girl tenderly handed over a coin with the profile of a snub-nosed uncle. I couldn't read the inscription on it.
– Come on in. Just don't be outrageous.
“I don’t know with such a handsome guy, maybe I will.” How to keep yourself from temptation. – Aralia began to laugh. The guard is the same.
We entered the city. Dirty medieval city. Horses in carts shitting everywhere. Shabby houses. But what struck me were its inhabitants. Various races lived here. Orcs and mermaids, gnomes and elves. Beautiful and terrible bitches. But what struck me most about the slime was the people. All made of liquid. The elves were not the beauties from books and films. Here they were ordinary girls with pointed ears. They did not stand out as particularly beautiful. Although it may have seemed that way to me. The effect of the former witch's curse. After walking for ten minutes we came to the shopping district. Stalls with dirty food and goods.
“Only poor people buy here.” We need to go to the stone part of the city. There are luxury shops there.
– I take your word for it. I don't like flea markets myself.
– What a good and true word. There are plenty of tasty fleas here. Especially on the spit.
Chapter 2 Mages and their quirks
The place where magicians work. Since childhood, I imagined that it would be a huge white tower in the city center. Or a black castle where a hermit magician is served by skeleton warriors or zombies. But in this world everything is simpler. An ordinary three-story house made of mountain stone with a pen and staff sign.