Chapter 19 Chapter 5
Laivo went through all the rooms and said with an impatience not characteristic of him:
"Anyway, I'm waiting for something unpleasant to happen! We have no right to expect help from the Watchers' Patrol—from Moscow, from Prague, from Helsinki—no matter where."
"But the dark messenger, he promised to help..." Jarry pointed out.
Laiwo frowned and waved his hand gracefully:
"Promise! Of course. Then who promised our brothers that Fafnir will be resurrected?"
"I think," whispered Juha, "that it would be wiser to serve in the great cause of resurrecting Fafnir than to actually resurrect the ancient magician..."
There was an instant of calm.
"Juha..." Jari said reproachfully, "...it can't be that directly...it's over. Do you need a global conflict?"
"But our..."
"Our decrepit chiefs are mad! That's why they trust other people's promises! No, falling in Berne... won't help anything, Laivo is right about that! The past cannot be undone Bash believed it too—and where is Bash now? He was terminated in the Twilight Realm by Gesar."
The phone on the desk rang.Juha obviously didn't want to interrupt himself, he picked up the phone.
"yes."
"You? You... where are you from? What?"
He listened for a minute, his face gradually showed joy, and at the same time showed a bewildered expression.It's the look on the face of someone who's ready to accept the bad news, not to mention spreading his own negativity, when good news is announced.Finally Juha put down the microphone and whispered:
"Bros……"
Anton couldn't be sure—whether he shouldn't have opened the second bottle of vodka, or just the opposite.On the one hand they seem to have grasped the essence of what happened... and on the other hand - it's getting harder and harder to discuss issues.For example, Igor became overly suspicious.So in any case it is impossible to understand what Anton proved to him:
"Igor, if even one plot in such a complex diagram cannot be followed closely - everything will collapse! There should be a reason! Perhaps you have become an obstacle to Zaburon's plan?"
"Me?" Igor smiled wryly, "Come on. I'm an ordinary combat team member. At the third level...at the peak, it was only the second level...without any special skills, nor Any future. I can't stand Zaburon. You know, Anton."
"You're doing something on purpose after all," Anton muttered.He filled the vodka, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Igor, did anything happen between you and Svetlana?"
"No," Igor said resolutely, "no, don't even think about it. Not ever, not now, never will be. If you think I'm predestined to be the father of the future savior... ..."
He suddenly laughed.
"It's just that this idea came to my mind..." Anton mumbled, feeling that he was a complete idiot.
"Anton, what's the matter with you... I'm sorry, it's your inner jealousy at work, not your brain! The normal human reproduction process doesn't work here! If Svetlana's book of fate is rewritten , if she should be the mother of the new savior - this is also a process on the level of subtle matter, light and dark energies, and the very nature of the peace mission itself! Who would... make the difference here?"
He stopped for a moment suddenly: "Becoming a biological father? It depends on Svetlana, not necessarily."
"Then I see no point in excluding you."
"Me too. But, maybe it makes sense..."
They were silent and drank the vodka in the glasses without clinking glasses with each other. The two of them stared at the paper as if they had received an order.
"Let's get to the basics," Anton said, finding his voice floating a little. "So Gesar and Olga rewrote Svetlana's fate a year ago? Now she should be the mother of the Savior?"
"That's right."
"Zha Wulong tried to use the appearance of the mirror to destroy her, but it didn't go well..."
"That's right."
"Okay, temporarily remove your role in it... Now, when Svetlana has completely lost her magic and is completely helpless, what might Zaburon do next?"
"Not helpless!" Igor threatened with his fingers, "What are you talking about! I have no doubt that her protection is organized at a high level, and attacking her is a violation of the peace agreement. The dark messenger loves himself life, no one wants to be terminated..."
"What would the response step look like? Just a kind of..."
"The only thing that can compete with the savior is the emergence of the Anti-Christ."
"And the appearance of the anti-Christ...human beings are fully prepared to wait for the 'anti-Christ'!" Anton shouted, "thanks to popular culture!"
"Do you have a Bible?" Igor asked suddenly.
"You mean you carry it with you? No, no, what are you talking about..."
"Now..." Igor walked quickly, though not very firmly, to another room, and brought back a thick volume of books.He looked at Anton with some embarrassment and said, "Of course, I'm an atheist. But the Bible... you know it. So..."
"Igor," Anton put his hand on the book, "it won't help us. Let's think logically, okay?"
"Okay," Igor agreed easily, and put the holy book aside as if relieved.
"Zaburon wants to live too. He doesn't need the Antichrist... I hope. He needs pawns equal in power to the Lightbringer."
"Favnir..." Igor said thoughtfully, "Favnir?"
"A powerful dark magician..." Anton agreed, "but not the Anti-Christ!"
"666," Igor curled up in the armchair, "Hey, count the numbers of the letters in the name of Farnier!"
"I don't remember how Fafnir's name was written in the original text. If it was written in Russian, then..." Anton thought for a moment, "8+8! It's not 666 at all."
"But 88...is also...a strange number!" Igor looked at Anton with glowing eyes, "No, think about it! It's not 87! It's not 89! It just happens to be 88! Is it suspicious?"
"Suspicious..." Anton agreed.The numbers did seem suspicious to him for some reason, "And maybe Fafnir might regenerate and be dragged back from the Twilight Realm...but..."
"It's not just about rebirth," Igor emphasized. "It's hooking up with everyone right away, isn't it? With what everyone expects, with what everyone is ready to believe! If Fafnir's resurrection is based on a If there is no corresponding arrangement, then the irrational magician becomes the irrational anti-savior!"
"In what form?"
"No, all these...the four horses of the Apocalypse...the exit of the beast from the ocean..."
Igor was suddenly expressionless.
"Anton... you must know that the place where Fafnir is planned to be preserved is in the sea! And... if the death of Alyssa and that little boy Makar... is in the sea... this is some kind of sacrifice... this is The way out for the dark forces..."
Anton shook his head and wiped his sweaty forehead.
"Igor, we didn't drink too much, did we? Yes, I agree with Gesar's plan to use... could use Svetlana as the new mother of the savior...to some extent - this is the new Christ Reappearance, or just the rebirth of a sorceress of unprecedented power... a lot like that. Zaburon may have tried to organize characters of the same power in the context of the reaction, but compare it all to the Apocalypse, to the Bible , linked to religion—too bold!"
"Those two thousand years?" Igor almost shouted, "Do you understand? Magicians can imagine a thing, but human reality, ideals and fears-they cut reality in their own way! And the characters that appear will With all the positive traits! Let's go!"
"where to?"
"Go get vodka. Go to the restaurant."
Anton sighed, glanced at the wine bottle, and it was indeed finished.
"It's better to call and order."
"Come on, I want to go."
Anton got up, hid the evil spirit object in his pocket, and nodded:
"Hey, let's go..."
There was no one around the elevator, but it was a long wait.Igor leaned against the wall and said incessantly:
"Look, Zaburon can do it...take Kokchi Favnir out of the safe..."
"How to get it?"
"Hey, there's so much to do! There's stealing the first time - knowing how to do it the second time! Then performing magical acts, plus adapting the mythical performance of the Apocalypse. Locusts of all kinds... Boreni star... …four horses…”
"I can imagine how Zaburon brought in four horses."
"No need!" Igor frowned, "You know better than me what a similar magician is. Let's take four people as an example, preferably the dark messenger among the four others. One is an atheist one--this would be a brown-red horse, another black--this would be a black horse, a third a European--a white horse, and one, say, a Scandinavian--a pale white Horses... we put them on toy horses..."
Anton froze in front of the open elevator door.
Brother Legin in front of the square mirror looked at the two bright magicians in surprise.Three sectarian sons: black, Chinese and Ukrainian.Not bad...where else would they be if they weren't in this hotel?Because they also came to attend the session of the Inquisition... Anton calmly thought that the fourth fighter happened to be a Scandinavian.
Fortunately, it was...
It seemed that Igor had thought of this too—he muttered:
"Three..."
In dead silence the elevator doors begin to close.At this moment Juha Mstayi suddenly stepped forward and stuck his foot under the photoelectric cell in the door.The elevator doors parted reluctantly.
"I would like to thank... the Moscow Night Watch," he said unexpectedly.He's clearly uncomfortable, but he's trying to hold himself together. "That's very humane."
"What's humane?" Anton asked.
"Forgive Bashi Orekailian. He is alive and we...we cherish it."
"Where is he?" cried Anton.
"Below...at the bar..." Juha looked at the two magicians in surprise.
"Four horses..." Igor said in a dead voice, "Four horses! Four horses!"
Mstayi took a step aside and exchanged glances with his companion in a bewilderment.
There were only two magicians left.
"Everything is closed!" Igor said, turning to Anton. "Did you see? Everything!"
"etc……"
Anton concentrated on recalling the movements.He raised his right hand and shook it in front of Igor, then yanked it down—and immediately pulled it up again, bending his fingers into a spoon shape.
"To make you..." Igor groaned out of breath and rushed to the room.Anton followed slowly.He saw Igor's arched back through the open bathroom door, and he rushed towards Igor across the twilight.Igor groaned.
The sober spell isn't too complicated, but it's not pleasant for the target.
After a minute or two, Igor walked out of the bathroom.His hair was wet, his eyes were sunken, and he walked out with a face as white as paper.
"Pale white horse..." Anton muttered, "Now...you help me."
Igor had planned to cast a sober spell on him, and now it was Anton's turn to lean over and vomit into the toilet.A few minutes later, after washing his face and taking a sip of the foul-tasting water from the tap, he walked into the room, where Igor had cleaned up the traces of the orgy.He glanced at Anton and said mockingly:
"Dark horse..."
Anton walked to the refrigerator, took out a few bottles of mineral water from the refrigerator, unscrewed the caps with his fingers, and suddenly fell on the armchair. Igor took the second bottle from him.For several minutes they drank mineral water in a state of tranquility.Then Igor confessed knowingly:
"Yeah,... I ate too much!"
"A vigorous horse!" Anton slammed his fist on the table and cursed, "No, I'm too embarrassed to say it if I think about it too much!"
"It seems logical..." Igor said in embarrassment, "These damned brothers... So, the fourth one is also alive?"
"That's right, alive..." Anton spread his hands, "I only know that Gesar followed him to the Twilight Realm, chasing him..."
"By the way... why did he kill the suspect? He handed him over to the Inquisition. Or, right there, in the Twilight. Anton... maybe, we were right after all?"
"Drunkness hasn't passed yet?" Anton asked with interest.
Igor sighed.
"Oh no, the whole body...hell, you can't drink enough like a human! Yes, this is all nonsense. Zaburon is not going to drag the ancient mad magician from the twilight. Why let him Have this blessing? As for arranging the end of the world, why not create an anti-Christ..."
"Favrenell can't chase this position," Anton added, "No matter what, he won't be able to do it."
"And isn't so much of what we're thinking here—nonsense?"
Anton looked at the paper—there were sausage grease stains and wet circles from goblets on it.When did it get dirty? It seems that you have been very careful all the time?
"About Svetlana, I'm afraid it's not nonsense. And all the rest...how did we start with the number 88? What's the mystery in it?"
"It's so... round, it reads the same on both sides..." Igor waved his hand and laughed, "Yes, you're right. Drunk nonsense."
Anton picked up the groove marker that had fallen on the floor, and drew a new circle around the words Leggin Brothers.He said:
"They're not in the game. It looks like they've done what they're supposed to do - they've given power to the mirror. That's what we're interested in, Igor..."
Igor glanced at the circle with his name written on it, and sighed:
"I'd be happy to check my mission. Check how I offended Zaburon and the Sun Watchers. But..."
He spread his hands helplessly.
"Igor, you are—the key," Anton said, "do you understand? If we can understand why Zaburon tried to get rid of you in the anti-Svetlana operation—then we will win. If you don't understand—the whole game is his."
"And Gesar. As far as I know, he'll be here this morning."
"We'd better get it done without him," Anton said, catching the anger in his voice. "His decisions are...too global."
Edgar poured himself a glass of the stale champagne left over from the day, took a sip, frowned, and thought about it: those who drink champagne in the morning are either nobles or degenerates.But, my dear, you don't look like a nobleman...
The old habit of the Patrol--thinking always, in every situation of life--thought never left Edgar, even in the evenings of his pleasures.No, just at night Edgar was still thinking about what tricks the leaders of the Moscow inspection team would come up with in the coming Christmas... To be honest, it didn't affect him at all. satisfied in the process.
"Well," thought Edgar, "let's see what we have. . . We have to lay it all out. Everything, down to the last detail."
What can Zaburon ask for from the current situation?You have to model the situation in your mind.
The opening of the court attracted some forces from the two patrol teams.This is not the first time, and far from the last.The two magicians, Edgar and Anton, both are in the top ten, there is no doubt about it.There will be observers, no doubt.During the court session, no action was taken by either side - all would hope to earn their own advantage in the calm and impartial Inquisition.
Is it a calm court?Edgar did not doubt its impartiality.He has lived as the other in this world for quite a long time.He never, not once, had the slightest doubt about the role and conduct of the Inquisition.The servants of the peace left a cold and decisive image.Someone brilliantly pointed out that the Inquisition does not judge who is right and who is wrong, but who violates the peace treaty.This is the essence of any Inquisition judge's understanding of the world. Although Edgar is mature enough to come to this conclusion, he still doesn't understand for the time being-what makes the Inquisition act this way instead of that.
Interesting, do the magicians at the top understand this?Gesar and Zaburon?
Now for the courtroom.The light mage Igor Jeplov could be found innocent (something the dark emissary didn't want), or he could be found guilty.In the former case, the Moscow night watchman patrol team has retained even if it has no combat ability for the time being, it is still very powerful after all, and one more important thing is-a very experienced third-level magician.Edgar had had to make contact with Deplov up to the duel at Nord Butovo, indeed, hastily.The war had just ended, and in the commemorative event of "Berozersk was reduced to ashes", there were not enough people... More precisely, there were not enough other people, whether it was the messenger of darkness or the messenger of light.
In the latter case the Night's Watch would lose the wizard irretrievably.The question is, so what?The answer is: Actually Igor Deplov is not what people think.More precisely, there was something connected with him that was not immediately obvious to many other than Grand Wizards.In short, it is very likely that Zaburon continuously and tenaciously aimed at two targets in the enemy camp: Igor Deplov and Svetlana Nazarova.And in this matter even at the expense of his lover Alyssa.Edgar has not yet grasped the logical connection between the conflict in Butovo, the duel of the "Artecs" and the sufficiently disjointed few events accompanying the visit of the Darkbringer's Mirror.But he clearly felt that this connection was enough.There is a connecting thread running through all this conflict and intrigue, and the top of the thread leads directly to Zaburon's hand.
The attempt to wipe out the future great magician is perfectly understandable and explainable.But why did Zaburon start to dig the magician Igor?Why exactly him?Why exactly now, and not before, when he was weaker and more indiscreet than now?
There was only one conclusion that came to mind: Igor became dangerous only after Svetlana joined the Night Watch patrol team.
okay.Continue to think about it.
Fafnir's resurrection.Can't think of a better place and time: on the eve of the 2000th year, the center of European death surgery, how to connect this with the court session and the Deplov-Donikova case?
This is where the problem lies!
Edgar took a sip of champagne gloomily, thinking he had just enough time left before nightfall, and made the only possible decision: visit the office of the local day watch patrol immediately All the information about Geoffrey and Fafnir, and carefully study the corresponding part of the death technique.
Edgar's magic was powerful enough to figure out the mechanics of the Great Darkbringer's resurrection, to see which of the necessary conditions had been fulfilled and which - hadn't.
The German girl was still sleeping peacefully, and Edgar took pity on her, so he didn't wake her up.He washed, shaved, dressed, touched her sleeping consciousness lightly, and walked out into the morning snow in Prague.
The offices of the Sun Watch Patrol are located in the High Town district, in a brick three-story private residence just above the Vltava River.The building's water taps, although old, are apparently still in use.The switch of the faucet is like a finger curled to point at something.Edgar got out of the taxi some distance away, as was customary, so that his fellow travelers could spot him and make some sort of decision.
The colleagues were not negligent—they were watching Edgar three hundred meters from the entrance.He felt a brief touch of his bioelectric field, and he opened up a little—open just enough for the magician who scanned him to understand that it was a dark emissary, a dark magician, a second-level dark magician, on business of.This is usually how the information is divided into several parts according to the increment.
Prague is of course the capital of Europe, but it is not Moscow after all.The man on watch—the only man on watch, by the way—smiled at Edgar with a wide grin.
Another magical elf, Edgar thought about it in surprise, are they more common in Prague?This is already the second place...
In total, only six magical elves were registered within the Soviet Union: two in Turkmenistan, one each in Crimea, Belarus, Yavachi, and Kamchatka.Edgar knew this most likely because he had been engaged in emigration fifteen years earlier, and all six had become his secretaries.
The twilight image of the magic elves is very classic.
"Welcome, colleagues!"
"Good morning!"
Of course, there is no language barrier in Twilight.
"Who led you to our Pentagon? A case? Or was it just a courtesy call?"
"There's more to the case. Where are your files?"
"The second floor underground, you'll find out later."
The second floor underground, Edgar thought for a while, then it is a multi-storey basement...
"Thank you. Can I go then?"
"Of course! The Dark One can go wherever he pleases, can't he?"
Edgar sighed.Sometimes, but not always...
"The elevator is over there." The magic elf pointed out to him.
"Thank you," Edgar expressed his thanks again, walking in the direction he pointed.
An old-fashioned elevator took him two floors below the road.And that's not the deepest level: there are five more levels hidden underground.How solidly the Prague Patrol is set up!
The lobby in front of the elevator is small, four by four square.There are two doors on the left and right, one sign says "Library", and the other sign says - "Computer Room".
Let's start with the library, Edgar thought. There were no computers in the days of Fafnir and Ali Hazlett... at least not in the sense that they are today.
So Edgar took a step towards the left door.The door wasn't closed, it was just ajar.
The library looks very classic.In the hall, there are dozens of desks and long rows of large bookshelves.A glance at the spines of the books reveals that these sizable tomes remember many other Others...
Edgar stopped in his tracks. At this time, a strangely thin dark emissary, a vampire, and an advanced vampire came out from behind the large bookshelf.Edgar judged this at once.
The vampires that were plentiful in Moscow were generally of the lower ranks, the pawns that Anton Gorodecki mentioned.They possess little or no magic, and even the humblest of dark magicians eventually outwit them.It's another matter that there are no high-level vampires in Moscow, or even in the whole of Eastern Europe for some reason.Exceptions are the Czech Republic and Romania.
"Good day. How can I help you?"
"Good day. I would like to know some information about a magician from the past."
"Which one?" the vampire asked with interest.
"Owned by Fafnir, Dragon of Twilight."
"Oh-oh!" drawled the vampire respectfully. "This is a powerful magician, one of the most powerful messengers of darkness in human history. So what are you interested in?"
"The circumstances of his death. The duel with Siegfried, the premise, the details... In short, I wanted to study this wonderful character in its entirety. Unfortunately, I only had a few hours. And I would love to have him Modeling of action returning from the Twilight..."
The vampire smiled melancholy:
"Unfortunately, it is practically unrealistic to achieve a similar operation. It would require an effect of such enormous power and intensity that the right to use it rests on the power of all—I emphasize all buried powers of the Darkbringers—that have been dormant on Earth for hundreds of years. It doesn't work."
"That's why I think more," Edgar drew a circle with his hand, "I want to solve this task even on paper."
"Then you'll have to read Ali Hazlet's Shutdown," suggested the vampire. "It describes quite accurately all the conditions necessary for the restoration of existence."
He asked directly:
"Are you a death-defying theorist?"
Edgar opened his mouth wide and smiled.
"What are you talking about! I've never practiced death. But now I'm interested..."
"Then you're right to come to Prague. There's a very clear understanding of death techniques here, and there are all kinds of experts... But unfortunately, they are all at the level of theorists, and you know why."
Edgar did understand—why.
Because the religious court has only approved the restoration of existence twice since the date of the signing of the peace treaty, and both times were temporary.Trials of witnesses are required for court sessions; sometimes the possibility of retrieving the ceasing of the Other from Twilight does arise.This method has been used twice, but after the interrogation, it is the Twilight Realm waiting for the witnesses.
Edgar didn't believe that a magician of Fafnir's level didn't prepare himself a way out in advance to restore his existence.He must do so according to the level achieved.In fact, Edgar hopes that one day he can reach this level.And he had every reason to hope not to go so far as to cease to exist, but life is a strange thing that can bring any surprises, let alone in the conditions of endless war.
"Go over there," said the vampire, pointing to the table. "I'll bring the book right away. I don't think you're interested in human epics at all, but in the chronicles of others, isn't it?"
"Of course, my lord, of course."
"Wait a moment."
The vampire turns really quickly.It seems that he has been working as a librarian for more than ten or eight years, and he is very familiar with the books he manages.
"This is it." He said and put the two volumes on the table.The first--a great old dun leather-covered tome in large format.This is the "Guanzixue" translated by Gerhard Lichristain; the second--lesser, smaller format, half a page is occupied by a rhetorical title: "John Yate Zell Ulmontgomert: A Biography and Commentary on a Glorious Deed, and the Great Dark Magician, Also Famous Among Others, for His Many Unparalleled Discoveries and Prophecies by the Name of Fafnir or Dragon of the Twilight.It looks like an original.
Perhaps the title of the book of Jeetzer Ulmontgomert is much older, but Edgar doesn't understand Old German, so he has to read it through the twilight world, and then the stylistic characteristics are lost , the text is also normalized, but much more readable.
"The Business of Fafnir," read Edgar sideways, and, as might be expected, the content of the tome interprets events markedly differently from the Edda and the Nibelungen Song.First of all, it is understandable that whether Sigurd (he is Siegfried, he is Siftret), Legien, Heleitmar, or Fafnir himself is Others.Naturally, Heleitmar was not Fafnir's biological father, and Legin - not his biological brother.Sigurd, after long and careful deliberation, plotted against the dark magicians and destroyed them all, some with the help of others, and some with his own hands.Sigurd's purpose is naturally not any treasure, not meaningless little pieces of iron and shining gems.Sigurd and others claim the dwarf Antwar's legacy, but what that legacy is—it is not explained in Ulmontgomert's writings.Either some ancient and powerful biological artifact, or knowledge (in the form of, say, books).Anyway, Sigurd ended up wiping out everyone, got hold of Antwar's legacy, and what happened after that—Edgar didn't have time to figure it out.Fafnir was the penultimate victory of Sigurd before defeating the Legion brothers. It seems that Fafnir still brought some secrets to the Twilight Realm, but he did not rely on any connection with the peace treaty and the code of law. things, which the magicians of the day, who were so imprudent by the total absence of the Inquisition, paid little attention to.
The chief thing Edgar had ascertained was that Fafnir possessed a forgotten knowledge of some high military art, but this knowledge was of great importance to him in the duel between him and the cunning Sigurd. Not much help.He took this knowledge into the Twilight Realm.That means that Zaburong can try to master this knowledge.
After Edgar came to this generally obvious point of view, he set about studying "Guan Axology".
The first thing he figured out was—recovering Being, which is not at all about recovering the Other who ceased to exist some time ago.Everything is actually much simpler and more ordinary.
It's more like castling in chess.Someone walked into the twilight world, and someone came out of the twilight world and walked to his place.The higher the power level of the person who resumes existence, the more powerful the person who ceases to exist should be.But the grades don't have to be absolutely equal - some "looseness" is allowed.If what Ul Montgomery wrote about Fafnir is true, it means that the dragon of the twilight world may replace the second and third level dark magicians, but only if there is a corresponding large-scale When replenishing energy.
The rewriting of "Apocalypse" can fully guarantee such supplements-such powerful storms, violent emotional outbursts have been generated from the feelings of countless ordinary people, so that it is more likely that Favrenier will express himself in a powerful, long-lost Free and thirsty for vengeance and freedom, the great dark magician rushes out of the Twilight Realm.
What would he, the great magician of yore, who had never even heard of peace and the Inquisition, do?How did Zaburon plan to defeat him?Are you planning?Dragons of Twilight in the skies of Europe at Christmas - what could be more grotesque or terrifying?
Suppose Fafnir went on a rampage and ran to burn down cities, wreaking all kinds of havoc, using power foolishly--then even humans would come and subdue him.Use missiles to subdue.The ace pilot the Lightbringer dubbed the "Chicago Bull" hurls some kind of anti-personnel explosive from his Phantom or Harrier...it won't kill you, but it will subdue you .But will Europe get any easier?Does it need a nuclear mushroom cloud and a cozy little town burned down by the flames of Fafnir?
But it's more likely that Favrenier will smash not with strength, but with experience and tact, hold on then, Europe.The devastation and sacrifice would have been far greater then.
It's just that why did Zaburong want all this?
Edgar didn't understand.
What else is needed to resurrect the Dragon of Twilight?Second- and third-level magicians in place... Where are they, by the way?
Edgar calculated based on the stars and the source of active energy within ten minutes, the task difficulty factor is medium, leaving Fafnir in northern Europe... In other words, the most convenient time for him to resume existence is 1999 and 2000 The edge of the 〇 year...ready.
The result did not surprise Edgar too much.The location is Czech Republic.Prague.
Then an ominous premonition struck Edgar.2nd and 3rd class Dark Mage in position of need...in Prague...
This is himself!Estonians—O Edgar!
Edgar wiped the sudden sweat from his brow and resumed reading.
Not everyone is suitable for what Zawulong intends to do.For example, the object of castration should be generated in a very specific location.Quite unclear... Where exactly is it?
According to the calculated results - Scandinavia.Northern Germany or the Baltic Sea coast.
Baltic Sea coast area.
The Estonians were unexpectedly recruited to work in the Russian capital by the head of the Moscow Sun Watch Patrol ... and no one saw an obvious need for it.
Who else is currently in Prague from Scandinavia, northern Germany or the Baltic coast?
No one else but Edgar.
That's what Yura reminded him of when he flew to Prague, that's what.What else could be reminded?
I see.Calm down, calm down.Don't worry.He who is forewarned is prepared. What else does "Guan Xing Xue" remind us?
Yes, four more dark emissaries who make up the circle of resurrection are needed.This is easy to understand.Resurrection Circle - This is a variation of the main entrance.It connects the above-mentioned quadruple wagons, very tastefully called the Dark Knights, to energy.
And the knights were--brown and white and off-white.No, it's exactly the same as the script of "Apocalypse".Omen after omen.
And there are suitable magicians too.不错，总共三位——那就是列金兄弟……他们实际上正好是褐色的（亚洲人），黑色的（非洲人），白色的（斯拉夫人），还有淡白色的（这是被格谢尔杀死的斯堪的纳维亚人）。
扎武隆不是说过把某种计划与这三架马车联系起来嘛！现在可以大胆地设想是什么计划了。四位骑士的缺席未必会让他停止计划。
埃德加尔仔细把“关亡术”一节钻研完，他又弄清楚了两个细节。不起眼的，但是根据一切来判断是很重要的细节。
由于法弗尼尔是条龙，根据教规他的复活应该看起来是从大海上出现，不过这完全没有必要。但一定要给大海带来祭品。提前做。在哪儿都可以——哪怕在中国，哪怕在福克兰群岛。
哪怕在克里米亚。
要将“少年和少女”选去作祭品。不能是小孩，但又要未成年的。
“'阿尔台克'，”埃德加尔立刻明白了，“因决斗而淹死的少年。”
还有，如果扎武隆拟订的第二位王车易主的棋子正是埃德加尔，那么最近几个昼夜，不论扎武隆处身在何处，他都应该找到埃德加尔的图像。肖像画或者相片，更有可能是肖像画。而且要把这图像随身带着，直到王车易主的最后时刻。
就这些——图书馆不可能再有什么可以帮埃德加尔了。他匆匆忙忙对吸血鬼图书管理员表示了谢意，便赶紧去电脑房。
当然，他本可以直接打电话给莫斯科，但是电话容易被监听，埃德加尔根本不想过早地让一切一目了然。他完全相信——阿丽塔现在很有可能在IRC的某条线上闲聊呢。
一位年轻小伙，助理值班员，可能是位比较弱的魔法师，也可能是巫师，早有准备地给他指出从哪儿可以上网。埃德加尔表示了谢意；那小伙立马一头扎进自己那写满了机械密码的手提电脑屏幕。他按旧方法编程，没用任何时兴的Delphi窗口。
埃德加尔接下mirc，习惯性地连上有一个可笑的奶牛标志的克特波DAL网服务器（那只奶牛自然是由一个伪图表艺术家用字母和数字画的），但是没有上到频道上去。他在菜单上选择了“询问”，输入他感兴趣的昵称：阿丽塔。
打开了一个新的窗口。
埃德加尔最害怕窗口状态下出现枯燥的信息：无此频道。
但是黑暗使者很仁慈——答案几乎瞬间即到。而且来自正确的地址：[email protected]
“埃德加尔！你好！你在布拉格？”
“是的，阿丽塔，我有件急事……确实，很奇怪的急事。而且——不能对任何人讲。你能帮我吗？”
“这还用问吗？埃德加尔！当然能帮。”
“你最近几天去过头儿那里吗？”
总的来说扎武隆本人亲自叫一个小女巫的可能性很小，但是需要从某个地方入手……
“去过，怎么啦？”
“太好了，”埃德加尔心理感到十分震惊，“我猜着了！”
接着他又输入：
“你有没有留神，他办公室里有我的照片或肖像吗？比方说在桌子上……”
“你怎么猜到的？”阿丽塔慷慨地发出一串骄傲的微笑符号以表示她的好心情。
“你走后头儿定了两张画。你的肖像和龙的形象。两张都摆在他桌上的相框里。是我跑到特维尔大街的艺术沙龙取的画框。头儿还赏了我一瓶'克里科'酒呢！”
埃德加尔轻轻闭上双眼。
完了，全完了。未来王车易位的最后一个特征。你的判决之日到了，埃德加尔——爱沙尼亚人。
那你现在准备干什么呢？
“谢谢，阿丽塔，”他用僵硬的手指敲出一句，“我下了，事情太多了……”
“再见，埃德加尔，吻你！”
埃德加尔对那些微笑符号看都不想看。他关闭了那片小天地的窗口，从桌旁起身。
程序师小伙子从屏幕后看了他一眼。
“这么快？”他没有表现出过分的惊奇，问道。
“是啊，”埃德加尔说，“谢谢。”
他走到出口，什么也没想，脑子里空白一片，全是回声。
选择了他，就像选择了用于做圣诞牛肉串的牛，选择了他这位来自波罗的海的相当强大的魔法师。把他引诱过来，亲切地照料一阵子，让他指挥一阵子，可不是指挥别的什么，而是莫斯科巡查队。而实际上，你只不过是一头牛。在需要的时候就把你宰了，就像物品一样被利用，就像棋子一样被交换。
因为游戏是无止境的，所以只有棋子在方格棋盘上的出现才是暂时的。
那又怎么样呢？如果在游戏场上下一个黑色王后出现的时候到来，这是否意味着匆忙从外省拖过来的军官没有理由去用爪子乱蹬，去抓棋盘过于平滑的表面呢？
Not at all!可能，我不是王后——埃德加尔想着想着，渐渐激动起来，但我无论如何不是过河小卒。我不希望就这样随便离开棋盘。我要挣扎一下，假如成功了——我能让半个欧洲摆脱不幸。
最终还有宗教法庭。不知是什么提醒埃德加尔——灰色斗篷的拥有者未必会高兴黄昏界之龙的下一次造访。
节前的布拉格仿佛消失到什么地方去了似的，暗淡无光地离开了，埃德加尔叫了出租车，来到要去的旅馆——一路上他一次也没有看窗外，他机械地付了钱，走进大堂。他朝门卫大喝一声，那门卫看样子都高兴得恨不得要穿过大理石地板了。
埃德加尔迅速走到电梯前，身后敞开的风衣差点儿飘起来。他走进凭他者的嗅觉认出的房间。
突然间——他站在那儿像被撞到，痉挛地咽了一下口水。
此时不久前出现的几位“芬兰人”——列金兄弟正好从酒吧出来。一共四位。是四位，而不是三位——大家都认为已经死去的真正的芬兰人加入到中国人、非洲人、斯拉夫人中。
芬兰人活得好好的。
对啊，格谢尔干吗要杀证人呢？
也许当创造者将最后一块玻璃镶入到完成的马赛克拼图时，他被一系列难以表达的情感变化所控制。但是对于那些马赛克拼图的小玻璃最终变为了判决书上枯燥文字的人而言该做什么呢？
“兄弟！”“芬兰人”中的一位庄重地对埃德加尔说，“我们想感谢你和莫斯科守日人巡查队的支持。跟我们一起走吧，我们去庆祝我们的兄弟巴希的得救——大家都以为他死了。”
真正的芬兰人不好意思地微笑了一下，他整个模样都表明，他被兄弟们的关心所感动。
“祝贺你们……”埃德加尔用低沉的嗓音说。其实没有什么特别要祝贺的——他们这四位在法弗尼尔复活时都将无法幸免于一死。
“黑暗使者兄弟，”看到他犹豫不决的样子，魔法师没有再坚持，“你知道吗……那个也受到指控的光明使者……不知为什么叫我们四匹马？”
他们几位同伴气愤地一齐点头。
“这不能解释为无缘无故的侮辱吗？”列金兄弟的头头期待地追问道。
“不能，”埃德加尔回答，“这比侮辱更糟，这是——事实。”
说着他飞奔至电梯。
Notes:
Notes: