Flooded city. Рамиль Латыпов

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      Рамиль Латыпов

      © Рамиль Латыпов, 2024

      ISBN 978-5-0056-3985-1

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      Chapter 1 The Adventure Begins

      The horn sounded three times. The people in the city took everything they needed and then took to the streets. Everyone waited impatiently. Many were whispering, some were unclenching and clenching their fists. The children clutched the stones in determination. The strong voice of the Archmage read out the standard text for such a case, which was always the same and recorded on the holo crystal. The large wooden gate opened. Screams filled the city squares. The blow of the kick and a young guy of eighteen years old flies with a large mark on his ass from the kick to the ground. Plowing more than one meter. He stands up and brushes himself off, shaking his fist. The people begin to laugh loudly and throw stones, dirt and spoiled vegetables at the dunces. The guy, all red with anger, runs through the city and ends up in a field near the city.

      – I’ll remind you of this. – The fist was raised to everyone’s laughter.

      This is how my story began. I am Mikhail (a sexless slime in the shell of a young guy. I descended from heaven a decade ago and took the form of the boy who found me. The boy himself ran away into the forest, I don’t know his fate, although I guess.) a former student of the Rua Academy of Magicians. They kicked me out for poor academic performance and the fact that I went on a spree with Olga, the daughter of the supreme magician and director of the academy, Ignacio Otoru. Although he only held hands with his daughter. Well, once I spent the night with her in her room. That’s where her dad caught us. And the fun was just beginning. So he kicked me out. Why did I need that fool? I started dating her on a bet, the bet on her was one silver, I wanted to let him go to a local brothel. Although I never received it. Here is the bastard Pavel, and he is also called a friend. Maybe he ratted me out. I wouldn’t be surprised. He had been rolling balls towards her for a long time. But he’s not handsome like me. Although he is the son of King Andrew the Great Fifth of the Otis country, he is the sixth. I am the first and hopefully only son of Baron Theo Urnov, owner of the silver mines and White Rock castle. Rich as a king. And I should have been so rich too. But my stupid daddy married a second time to a young woman in her late twenties, when I myself turned sixteen. He was already nearly fifty. My mother was a quarter demon. She had small horns that she hid behind her hair. She was lucky and her skin color was dark. Everyone thought she was from the south. He saved her from bandits in his youth, when he was an adventurer and patrolled the border. She ran away from her relatives, some kind of clan squabble, so I turn out to be the prince of the land of demons, but only my father and I know about this, my mother died five years ago from stone disease. The father was sad for a long time, but he was advised to find a new wife. And he found Masha through a dating service. Poor, although from a once noble family. Her grandfather lost at cards to a rogue elf, sold his estate and went to drink. She was lucky that her hard-working parents were caught and she didn’t end up in the shelter. She didn’t like me right away. A competitor for future heirs. So she immediately began to act. Then he starts changing clothes with the door open when I pass. Then he won’t close the bathtub when it’s my turn. Then he sits in my room in a robe and teases me with a juicy body. He moves his legs, shows the neckline on his robe. And as she ate bananas, I could barely restrain myself… She told daddy that it was me who was pestering her. What a reptile.

      She took all the beautiful maids away from me. Everything was going so well for me with one beautiful maid, a half-human with spotted dog ears and a tail. Then she assigned only old women to me. Severe with warts all over the face. It is not surprising that from starvation I attacked her. That’s why my dad sent me to the academy. “Study, son, and don’t come back home,” were his instructions while three servants, tied up, pushed me into a carriage.

      Thanks dad for everything. I won’t be lost, I thought while driving here, beaten, with her panties in my mouth like a gag, her parting gift. I studied for three years. It was easy with the girls as teachers, he made a face and said that he taught but forgot, they gave C grades. And if you did a good extracurricular activity. That’s a five. Then I just went to the doctor to get checked. Otherwise, you never know how much you can catch from these half-humans. Our teachers are almost all of them. Who is a centaur, who is an orc. And there were angels. But I couldn’t make friends with male teachers. I didn’t want to study either. Therefore, I paid in coins, like many others. Before my mother died, she left me some coins in the bank at interest. So I won’t die of hunger. I can take interest every month. But the main amount is only for thirty years. Mom Tatyana knew me well. My studies weren’t going well, so I started playing cards and I got into debt. Therefore, I had to learn the magic of invisibility and fast running. The students here are not as accommodating as the maids. You need to at least know their name before you drag them into bed. One hassle. Okay, at least the local brothel opened a personal account for me. I’ll have to visit them sometime later, to see the centaur lady Agnes, she’s probably exhausted without me. She has the best milk in town.

      With such thoughts, I reached a cave near the river. It was getting dark. There is nothing to do, just go in. I can’t sleep in the open air, I’m not some kind of peasant. When I was carousing and drinking too much, all the innkeepers and cab drivers knew me by sight, so I always woke up in my dorm room. And not always alone. My neighbor, a modest man with an ant-like face, was afraid of ladies, so he envied me. Although I don’t blame them, who would want to sleep with him. You never know what’s in his pants, maybe there’s some kind of claw in there or worse. In scientific books, although it was said that everything was like that of ordinary people, rumor attributed to them various types of perversions. My neighbor seemed harmless to me, so I moved in with him. Although his big eyes scared me.

      A fire would be nice. Collected firewood. What kind of spell is there? Teacher of simple spells. Yes, I remembered the harpy Izveta, big breasts, small ass. Low voice, and how she sang after a night of love. Like a nightingale. She said in bed, if you find yourself in nature, don’t forget to light a fire with the spell “O flash of light, grant fire.” Oh, how good it is that the fire is lit. Study light. And how warm it was, just like my fire now. She was really a bad kisser, but what can you do if she has a beak. But how soft, white, red and golden feathers she has in hidden places. Surprisingly clean. And I didn’t catch anything from her, thank you for that. Otherwise, I spent a third of my mother’s money on doctors. I caught almost every known disease. Once it fell off for me, I waited two weeks for the growth spell to work. At that time they called me “Little Whistle,” because even though he was just growing up, I never stopped meeting ladies.

      But what a noise there is in this cave. Some rustling noises. So the spell “light” is not suitable. I remembered. This is Chereya, a biology teacher. The lady is old, but it suits me, because she is an elf and looked young at five hundred years old. Spell “Flash”. I played around with her with this spell in bed, she showed me her secret tattoos. I went deeper into the cave. It’s not so scary with light. I didn’t smell any vile creatures. But they can always have anti-magic protection. Magical beasts always transform. I’m walking and I see a huge three-meter spider. I caught someone and weaved a cocoon. He probably caught the beast. I looked closer and saw a tail, a wild bull or a cow, maybe a lynx, the stomach also wants to eat. I haven’t eaten since last night. He sat in prison all night and until dinner. I look at a man in a cocoon. The face is frozen, but clearly alive. Here he is breathing. I chased away my first desire to run. Where should I run, looking at night? I decided to follow the spider. He hung up the loot and left. I ran out and cut the thread with a knife, a gift from my father. Broke the web. What a beautiful face, but grimy. If you are a guy, then there is probably no end to the ladies. You will become my friend. After all, you owe me. Or you’ll take an oath, that’s what you’re supposed to do with half-humans. An ancient custom. He grabbed the body and headed out.

      – Where are you taking me? – Said a hoarse voice from the cocoon.

      – To the exit. Until the spider came back.

      – What a spider!!! – A voice from the cocoon, he just howled in horror.

      Footsteps