Рамиль Латыпов - Flooded city

© Рамиль Латыпов, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-3985-1

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Chapter 1 The Beginning of an adventure

The horn sounded three times. People in the city took everything that is required in this case went out on the streets. Everyone was waiting impatiently. Many of them were whispering, and some were opening and clenching their fists. The children clutched the stones in determination. The Archmage’s strong voice read out the standard text for such an occasion, which was always the same and recorded on the holo crystal. The large wooden gate opened. Screams filled the city squares. Kick and a young boy of eighteen years old flies with a big mark on his ass from the kick to the ground. Plowing more than one meter. He stands up and dusts himself off, shaking his fist. People start laughing out loud and throwing rocks, dirt, and spoiled vegetables at the goofball. The guy is all red with anger runs through the city and ends up in a field near the city.

«I’ll remind you of that later. A fist was raised to laughter.

That’s how my story began. I’m Mikhail, a former student of the mage Academy. I was kicked out for failing grades and going on a spree with Olga, the daughter of the archmage and academy director Ignacio Otoru. Although I only held hands with his daughter. So I spent the night with her in her room once. That’s where her dad caught us. And the most interesting part was just beginning. But he kicked me out. Why did I need that fool? I started dating her for a bet, and she was worth one silver piece to me. I never got it, though. Here is the reptile Pavel, and another friend is called. Maybe he ratted me out. I wouldn’t be surprised. He’s been with her for a long time balls rolled up. But he’s not as handsome as I am. Although he is the son of King Andrew the Great of the Fifth country of Otis, but the sixth on the list. I am the first and hopefully only son of Baron Theo Urnov, owner of the silver mines and Belaya Skala Castle. Rich as a king. And I should have been so rich, too. But my stupid father remarried a young woman in her late twenties when I was sixteen myself. He was already in his late fifties. My mother was a quarter demon. She had small horns, which 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 when she was young, when he was an adventurer. But he found his second wife Masha through a dating service. A poor woman, though of noble birth. Her grandfather lost money at cards, sold the estate and drank it down. She was lucky that her hardworking parents were caught and didn’t end up in the shelter. She didn’t like me right away. A competitor for future heirs. So she immediately took action. He’ll start changing with the door open when I pass. Then the tub won’t close when it’s my turn. Then he’ll sit in my room in a bathrobe and tease me with his juicy body. She told Papa I was the one who was bothering her. What a reptile.

Took all the pretty maids away from me. I was doing so well with a beautiful half-human maid with dog-like spotted ears and tail. Then she put some old women in charge of me. Severe ones with warts all over their faces. It is not surprising that from starvation I attacked her. That’s why my father sent me to the academy. «Study, son, and don’t come home.»

Thanks Dad for everything. I won’t be lost, I thought as I drove here. I studied for three years. It was easy with the girls ' teachers, he made a face and said that he had taught them, but he forgot, and they gave him threes. And if you had a good extracurricular activity. Even a fiver. Then only to the healer came to be checked. And then you never know from these demi-humans you can pick up. Our teachers are almost all of them. Who is a centaur, who is an orc. And there were angels. But I didn’t make friends with male teachers. I didn’t want to study either. So I paid in coins, just like many others. My mother left me some coins in the bank before she died six years ago with interest. So I won’t starve to death. I can charge interest every month. But the principal amount is only thirty years old. My mother Tatiana knew me well. My studies weren’t going well, so I started playing cards and got into debt. Therefore, I had to learn the magic of invisibility and fast running. The female students here aren’t as accommodating as the maids. You should at least know their name before you get them into bed. Just a hassle. Well, at least the local brothel opened a personal account for me. I’ll have to go back to them later to see Lady centaur Agnes, who’s probably exhausted without me. She has the best milk in town.

With these thoughts in mind, I wandered to a cave near the river. It was getting dark. There’s nothing to do, just go in. I can’t sleep in the open air, I’m not a peasant like that. When I was drinking and drinking too much, all the innkeepers and cabmen 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 face, was afraid of ladies, so he envied me. Although I don’t know who wants to sleep with him. You never know what’s in his pants.

A bonfire would be nice. I gathered firewood. What kind of spell is there. Teacher of the simplest spells. Yes remembered harpy Izvet big breasts small ass. Deep voice, and how she sang after a night of love. Like a nightingale. She said in bed, you’ll find yourself in nature do not forget to light a fire with the spell «Oh flash of light grant fire». Oh, it’s so good to have a bonfire lit. Study light. And how warm it was, just like my fire is now. She was a really bad kisser, but what can you do if she has a beak? But what kind of feathers she has, white, red and golden in hidden places. Surprisingly clean. And I didn’t pick up anything from her, thank you for that. And then I spent a third of the interest on doctors. Picked up almost every known disease. I had it fall off once, waiting two weeks for the growth spells to work. They called me «Little Whistle» at that time, even though he was just growing up. I never stopped seeing the ladies.

But what a noise there is in this cave. Some rustling sounds. So the spell «light» is not suitable. Remembered. This is Cherya the biology teacher. The lady is old, but it will suit me, because she is an elf and looked like a young woman in her five hundred years. The «Flash» spell. I used to do this spell in bed with her, and she showed me her secret tattoos. I went deeper into the cave. With light, it’s not so scary. I didn’t smell any nasty things. But they can always have anti-magic protection. Magical beasts always transform. I go, I go and see a huge three-meter spider. Caught someone and weaves a cocoon. He must have caught the beast. I looked closely, saw a tail, a wild bull or cow, maybe a lynx, and my stomach was hungry too. I haven’t eaten since last night. I spent the whole night and until dinner in the dungeon. I see a person in a cocoon. The face is frozen, but you can see it’s alive. Here it breathes. I banished my first urge to run. Where do I run, looking at the night. I decided to follow the spider. I hung up my 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’re a guy, then there’s probably no end to the ladies. You’ll be my friend. You owe me.» Or you can swear an oath, because you’re supposed to be a demihuman. An old custom. I took the body in my arms and headed for the exit.

«Where are you taking me?» A hoarse voice said from the cocoon.

«On the way out.» Until the spider came back.

«What a spider!!! The woman’s voice howled in horror.