The Fixer Of God's Ways (retail) by Irina Syromyatnikova

Author:Irina Syromyatnikova [Syromyatnikova, Irina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Parallel Worlds' Books
Published: 2014-08-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

We had won! National newspapers informed us about the Incident at the Island of Horta in a couple of lines, but the army alchemists celebrated the event for three days.

In the reports about the field tests of our gadgets (they were very touching - combat mages attempted to write in literary language), the new ammunition was praised by the majority of soldiers. This happened for the first time in twenty years! You bet! Our amulets made the Army men look so monstrous that they didn't need to use operational curses: the enemies were dying from fear. Only the Army commanders were unhappy: the gags in their mouths didn't let them swear. I wondered what they would have said about a hoodie with a proboscis.

I congratulated my team on their success and recommended them for promotions. I myself was going to leave the Kerpan labs. First, I had to find Max. Rustle commiserated with me and gave some hints in which direction to look for my zombie - in the far south. How Max reached the Southern Coast was a mystery, and I was afraid to think what my dog was doing there.

My risky trip required thorough preparation: the Southern Coast of Ingernika was almost alien territory for me. If I was caught in something semi-illegal, Larkes would not help, because the chief of Southwestern NZAMIPS was Axel, a squalid old man, who began hating me at first sight. Orthodox dark magicians like him were unable to like people. If you managed to attract their attention - you were out of luck, and I inherited from my father a propensity to show off.

Ideally, I would have been well-equipped to meet Axel, if I had taken from Suesson my bug-golems and collection of alchemical potions, but it was a bad idea. Of course, artisans weren't watching my grave, but a rumor about a dark magician raised from the dead would have spread and reached them. Then all my troubles disguising myself were in vain! I decided to appropriate some stuff from the Kerpan labs - they had to compensate me for my inconveniences. I "borrowed" from their warehouse so many valuable ingredients that it would have sufficed for an average "cleaner" for two years. No one in the labs really minded my misuse of government assets. For my alchemical work I earned a hundred thousand crowns and, as a bonus, three sets of documents in different names (a gift from Larkes). One was my original passport, and the two others were into obscure dark and white names. Should I view the white name as recognition of my acting talent or as a subtle insult? I decided to travel under my own name and hid the ambiguous gift at the bottom of my roomy gripsack - the only piece of luggage in my possession at the moment.

I still needed to get rid of the heron from support services, stubbornly following me everywhere. I knew it was against the rules to flee from

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