Chapter 24 Chapter 5

Xiaohu's motorcycles are good, if this vague word can be used to praise "Harley" motorcycles, whether it is the basic model of "Harley"-the common "Harley Davidch" or other models. Why Tiger needs it, I don't know, I guess she rides it at most once or twice a year.Probably the significance of this thing is the same as that of her villa which is only used when she is on vacation.Thankfully, however, we were back in town before two o'clock in the afternoon. Semyon piloted the hulking two-wheeled motorcycle with great skill.I will never be able to do this, even if I cast a spell to enable "skilled" memory mode and completely ignore real-world traffic signs, I can drive at almost the same speed as him, but at a considerable cost. Large reserve energy.But Xie Miao was just driving in a normal way - all his advantages over human drivers probably lay in his rich experience.

Even if you drive at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, the air is still hot.The wind beat against the face like a rough, hot towel.It was as if we were traversing a hearth—an endless pitch-burning hearth full of sun-baked cars plodding along.Three times I felt like we were going to fly into a car or knock over a power pole that popped up out of nowhere. I'm afraid we won't be killed. If the partners sensed it and came quickly, but they have to clean up the broken bodies for us, I'm afraid it won't be a pleasant thing. We arrived at our destination without incident.After passing the outer ring road in the urban area, Xie Miao used magic about five times, just to divert the attention of the city traffic police.

Semyon didn't ask for the address, although he never went to my place.He stopped the car at the gate and turned off the engine.Several half-grown children who were drinking cheap beer in the children's play area suddenly fell silent, staring straight at the motorcycle.Beer, crazy disco, a bubbly girlfriend and a Harley under your crotch - how nice it would be to have such simple and definite dreams in life. "Did you foresee it?" Semyon asked. I shivered.In fact, I haven't told anyone in particular that I have this ability. "Pretty early." Xie Miao nodded.Looking up at my window, something seemed to arouse his suspicions, but he didn't pursue it further.

"How about I go up with you?" "Hey, I don't seem to be a girl, and I asked you to walk me to the gate." The magician laughed and said: "Don't you confuse me with Ignat. Never mind, it's no big deal. Be careful." "Watch out for what?" "Maybe you have to be careful about everything." The motorcycle started, and the magician shook his head and said: "Something's not quite right, Anton. It looks like something is going to happen. Be careful." The motorcycle rushed out of the spot, and amidst the exclamation of the young people, it easily drove into the narrow road between a parked "Volga" and a slow-moving "Zhiguli".I looked behind me and shook my head.I don't need any foreknowledge to know that Semyon is going to race motorcycles all day in Moscow, then go to a rock club, stay there for a quarter of an hour, and there will be a lot of talk about a crazy old motorcycle Rider legends to come.

be careful…… Beware of what? The point is, why should I be careful? I walked into the gate, instinctively pressed the code for the combination lock of the building, and then pressed the elevator button.I was still on vacation in the morning, with my friends, and everything was so good. It's the same as before, only I'm not there anymore. It is said that before a light magician wants to deviate, there will be some "returning light" like omens, just like the blind use of mana in the patient's epilepsy; such as killing flies with fireballs and chopping wood with fighting spells, such as Loved ones have arguments; unexpected fights with friends and inexplicable intimacy with others.All of this is well known, and we all know what happens to the Light Mage if he tries to deviate from the tradition.

be careful…… I went to the door and reached for the key. But the door was not locked. My parents also have keys.But they never come to me from Saratov without warning.And, if they come, I'll feel it. It is impossible for an ordinary human robber to break into my house, and the barrier charm on the door wall will stop him.For the other the spell is also a barrier.Of course, it is not impossible to cross them, it is just a matter of mana level.But the alarm system should respond to intruders! I stood and looked at the narrow gap between the door and the locker, an impossible gap.I looked through the twilight - but saw nothing.

I did not carry a weapon with me.The pistol is at home.Ten battle amulets are also kept at home. Maybe there should be a code of conduct.When the staff of the night watch patrol team finds that outsiders have sneaked into the house under the protection of magic, they should notify the combat members and guardians on duty, and then... At the thought of calling Gesar, who had dispersed the entire patrol of Sun Watchers in the blink of an eye two hours ago, the thought of obeying the code of conduct evaporated.I folded my fingers and said the mantra "Quick Freeze".This is probably because I remembered that Xie Miao's trick was very effective.

be careful? I pushed open the door and stepped into the apartment that was once my own but suddenly became strange. As I entered, I wondered who would have the audacity and courage to come to my house uninvited. "Hello, boss!" I said, looking into the study. From a certain point of view, I am not wrong. Zaburon sat on the chair by the window, raising his eyebrows strangely.He put aside the paper Arguments and Facts he was reading, carefully took off his thin gold-rimmed spectacles, and answered: "Hello, Anton. You know, I'd be very happy to be your boss." He smiled, this super dark magician, the leader of the Moscow Sun Watchers patrol team, as usual, wearing a very well-fitting black suit and light gray shirt, with a thin body and short hair, completely Can't tell the age.

"I was mistaken," I said, "what are you doing here?" Zaburon shrugged his shoulders and said: "Go and get your amulet. I can feel it where it's on the table." I went to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a bone necklace hanging from a steel chain.I held it in my hand and felt the amulet start to heat up. "Zabulong, you have no right to command me." The dark mage nodded and said: "Fine. I just don't want you to have any doubts about your safety." "What are you doing in the house of a magician of light, Zaburon? I have the right to go to court."

"I know." Zawulong waved his hand, "I know everything. I'm wrong. I'm stupid. I put myself in a passive position, and made the Sun Watchers patrol team passive. But I'm not an enemy Come to your house." I was silent. "Yes, you don't have to worry about the observation device," Zaburon said casually, "you don't have to worry about your people, or those appointed by the Inquisition. I can make them, say Well, put them to sleep. Everything we say today will remain a secret between us forever." "You can trust half of people, you can trust a quarter of the messenger of light, and never trust the messenger of darkness." I said in a low voice.

"Of course. You have the right not to believe my words. You should not believe it! But I ask you to listen to it." Zaburon smiled suddenly, with a surprisingly frank and modest attitude. "Aren't you the Messenger of Light? You should help the person who asks for help, even me. I'm here to ask you for help." I hesitated for a while, then went to the couch and sat down.I neither took off my shoes, nor took off the ornaments hanging on my body, for fear that I would ridiculously play the person who fought with Zawulong. There are outsiders in my own home.My house is my fortress, and I've come to believe that during my years on the patrol. "First—how did you get in here?" I asked. "I took an ordinary skeleton key first, but..." "Zaburon, you know what I'm referring to. The barriers of the security system can be cleared, but they won't fail. They should work when someone else sneaks in." The dark mage sighed. "Kostya helped me in. Didn't you let him in?" "I want him to be my friend, even though he's a vampire." "He is your friend," Zaburon smiled, "and wants to help you." "In his own way." "Our way, Anton. I came to your house with no intention of harming you. I didn't look at the official documents you kept with me, I didn't leave a tracking mark, I came to talk to you." "Say it." "We both have a problem, Anton. The same problem. It's a serious problem today." I knew, as soon as I saw Zaburon, I knew what he was going to talk about.So I just nod. "Very well, you understand what I'm talking about." The dark magician moved forward and sighed, "Anton, I don't create illusions. The way we see the world is different. Understanding is not the same. But even in this case there is intersection between us. From your point of view, we Darkbringers may be condemned in some respects. We sometimes act in ways that are totally different from yours. All the same, and it is in our nature that we do not love humanity very much, even if we have to. Yes, there are all these situations. But please note that no one has ever accused us of attempting to interfere with the fate of mankind in general !After signing the peace treaty, we live our lives in peace and expect you to do the same." "No one really blamed you," I agreed, "because time is in your favor whether you like it or not." Zaburon nodded and said: "What does that mean? Maybe we're closer to humans? Maybe we're right? But let's not argue, it's endless. I repeat myself: We respect the peace treaty, and we keep it Much more elaborate than Lightbringer." This is a common technique used in arguments: start by admitting some general wrong, then lightly blame the other person for not being completely innocent, swearing, and then immediately waving—let's not take it to heart. Only after that do we cut to the chase. "Again, let's talk about the topic." Zaburon became serious. "Let's not go around in circles. In the past 100 years, the Light Force has conducted three global experiments. The Russian Revolution, the Second World War. Now it will come again Once, in the same pattern." "I don't understand what you're talking about." I responded, but my chest started to hurt. "Really? Then let me explain to you. The improvement of the social model is always at the cost of huge social turmoil and a lot of bloodshed. It will bring human beings or a part of human beings into an ideal society Go. An ideal society from your point of view, but I'm not going to argue that, never! Everyone has a right to fantasize. But your methods are indeed cruel..." He gave another wry smile, "You accuse us of being cruel. Yes, for good reason, but what are the children killed in the Black Mass compared to the fascist child camps? Knowing that fascism is also your masterpiece. Your original internationalism And communism—it didn’t come true; later came national socialism. It’s also wrong, something went wrong, you observe the results, sigh if you don’t succeed, erase everything, and start a new round of model experiments.” "These mistakes are all caused by you making trouble." "Of course! Know that we have self-defense instincts! We don't build a social model based on our own moral values, so why pass your proposal?" I kept my mouth shut. Za Wulong nodded, obviously very proud. "That's it, Anton. We may be enemies. We were enemies. You interfered with us this winter, and quite seriously. In the spring, you beat me again and killed two members of the Watchmen's Patrol. Of course, The court ruled that your actions were purely a necessary response in self-defense, but believe me - I'm not happy. What kind of leader is an organization if it can't protect its own people? After all, we are enemies. Yet Very special circumstances have now arisen. Another experiment is about to begin, and you are indirectly involved in it." "I do not know what you're talking about." Zawulong laughed, raised his hands and said: "Anton, I don't want to extract anything from you, and I won't ask any more questions, let alone ask you for anything. You listen to me, and then I will leave." It suddenly occurred to me that on the roof of a tall building this winter, the witch Alyssa used her right of interference, a very weak interference, just to get me to speak the truth, and it was this truth that turned the little boy Yegor around. To the dark side. Why is this happening? Why does light act by lying, but darkness speaks the truth?Why are the facts so weak on our side, while the lies are effective?Why does darkness make good use of facts for evil?Whose nature is this, is it human, or is it someone else's? "Svetlana is a very good sorceress," Zabulon said, "but her future is not to lead the night watch patrol. She is used for one and only purpose, to complete the mission that Olga failed to carry out." .Did you know that a messenger from Samarkand broke into the city this morning?" "I know." I admitted for some reason. "I can tell you what he brought. Do you want to know?" I gritted my teeth. "You want to know." Zaburon nodded, "The messenger brought a piece of chalk." Never trust the Dark One.But for some reason I don't think he's lying. "A little piece of chalk." The dark magician smiled. "You can use it to write on the blackboard at school, or to draw on the asphalt road, or you can use it to wipe the head of a pool cue. It’s as easy as cracking a walnut with the great seal of a large seal. But it’s different if a great witch holds this piece of chalk in her hands. It must be a great witch-ordinary magicians are not enough. It must be a great witch Mage-chalk is nothing but ordinary chalk in the hands of a man. Besides, a magician must be a magician of light. Such artifacts are useless against the dark powers." I vaguely think he sighed.I didn't make a sound. "A small piece of chalk." Zawulong leaned back in the easy chair, rocking back and forth for a while. "It has been worn out, and more than once it has been held and written in the slender hands of beautiful maidens whose eyes shone brightly, so that the earth trembled, the borders of nations disappeared, empires arose, and shepherd boys became prophecies and the carpenter is made a god, the outcast a king, the sergeant a commander-in-chief, the ignorant, the uneducated, and the mediocre artist a king... just because of a bit of chalk." Zawulong stood up and spread his hands. "My dear enemy, that is all I have to say. You will find out the rest yourself, if you want to know." "Zha Wulong." I let go of my fist and looked at the amulet. "You are a product of absolute darkness." "Of course, but it's just that this darkness comes from my heart. This darkness is my own choice." "Even your truth brings evil." "To whom? To the Night's Watch patrols? Of course. To humans? Sorry, I disagree." He walked towards the door. "Zabulong," I stopped him again, "I have seen your true face. I know who you are and what you are." The dark magician stood still, then turned slowly, and stroked his face with the palm of his hand - suddenly the face changed, the skin was replaced by dull scales, and the eyes became A slit was made. The clammy mist slowly faded away. "Yes. Of course, you saw it." Zaburon regained his human appearance, "I saw you too. So please admit that you are not a white angel holding a shining sword. It must be Depends on which angle you look at it. Goodbye, Anton. Believe me, I'd be glad to get rid of you...but that's for later, and now I want to wish you success. Sincerely, though I have no heart." The door slammed shut behind him. At this time, the siren roared out from the twilight world as if waking up from a dream.The Joseon Chuyong mask on the wall grimaced, anger flashed in its wooden eyeholes, and its mouth grinned. what alarm system... I made two movements with my hands, forcing the siren to stop, and then threw the ready-made "quick freezing spell" at the mask, which really came in handy at this time. "A little bit of chalk," I said to myself. I've heard of this thing, a long time ago, and quite by accident.Maybe it was mentioned by the teacher during the lecture, maybe it was mentioned by a group of people chatting, maybe it was discussed by the students when they were telling stories.Anyway, I heard about a piece of chalk... I got up from the couch, raised one hand, and dropped the amulet on the floor. "Gesar!" I shouted through the twilight world, "Gesar, answer me!" The shadow rushed towards me from the ground, clinging to the body, sucking me.The light dimmed, the room floated, the outlines of the furniture became indistinct, and the silence was unbearable.The heat is gone.I stand with outstretched hands, the rapacious twilight sucking my strength. "Gesar, I am calling your name!" Lines of gray mist swam in the room.I don't care who else can hear my call. "Gesar, my teacher, I am calling for you—answer?" An invisible shadow sighed far, far away. "I heard you shout, Anton." "answer me!" "What do you want me to answer?" "Zabulong didn't lie, did he?" "No." "Gesar, stop!" "It's late, Anton, everything is going according to plan, trust me." "Gesar, stop!" "You have no right to make demands." "I have a right! If we are part of the light, if we should do good - have a right!" He fell silent.I was even thinking maybe the boss decided not to talk to me anymore. "Okay, I'll meet you at the 'Pala Bar' in an hour." "Where?" "It's the airborne bar. Metro 'Turgenev' station. Behind the old General Post Office." The surroundings fell silent. I took a step back and struggled out of the twilight.Unique dating spot.Was this where Gesar dealt with the patrol team of the Day Watchers?No, it seems that this place used to be a restaurant. Forget it, it doesn't matter whether it's "Pala Bar", "Rose Bar", or "Opportunity Bar".Whether it's a paratrooper, a yuppie, or a gay man, it doesn't matter. But before meeting Gesar, I must know one thing. I took out my phone and dialed Svetlana's number.She answered right away. "Hello," I said briefly, "are you at the villa?" "No." Hearing my serious tone, she seemed to panic, "I'm going to the city." "Who are you with?" She stammered: "With Ignat." "Okay," I said earnestly, "look, don't you know anything about chalk?" "about what?" Now she looked even more flustered. "About the magic pen. Haven't you been taught how to use it in magic?" "No. Anton, are you all right?" "It couldn't be more normal." "Nothing happened, did it?" As is always the case with women—every question is asked in two or three ways. "Nothing in particular." "Do you wish..." she interrupted suddenly, "do you wish me to ask Olga?" "Is she with you too?" "Yes, the three of us went to the city together." "Probably not. Thanks." "Anton..." "What, Sveta?" I went to the desk and opened the drawers that held all kinds of magic paraphernalia.I glanced at the cloudy crystals, a rough-hewn wand—I wished I had been a magic warrior.I close the drawer. "forgive me." "You have nothing to forgive." "Can I go to your place?" "Are you still far from the city?" "On the way." I shook my head and replied: "No, I have an important appointment. I'll call you later." I hung up the phone and smiled.In many cases the truth may be unfortunate, and perhaps deceitful.For example, when you've only told half the truth and then say you don't want to tell it, and don't want to explain why. Let me do good through evil.There is no other way. Just in case, I checked every room in the house, looking at bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens.According to my feeling, Zawulong really left no "gift". I went back to my study, opened my laptop, put in a CD containing a library of magical information, entered my password, and typed the word "chalk." I didn't expect any special results.The thing I'm wondering about might fall into the category of advanced access that's never been entered into a computer database. Three pieces of information with the word "chalk" were found. The first relates to the quarries of white powder, where in the fifteenth century a duel between a first-class light magician and a first-class dark magician took place.They were not able to make it out of the Twilight at the end of the duel, and both died, from exhaustion of energy.About 3,000 people died in this area over the next 500 years. The second article talks about how to use chalk to draw magic marks and protective circles.This one is quite a bit of information, I did a quick read of all the information, nothing special.There is no advantage in using chalk over coal, pencil, blood, or oil paint, except that its marks are probably easier to erase than those of anything else. See, the third message about "chalk" appears in the "Myths and Unproven Information" section.Of course it's full of nonsense, such as how to use silver and garlic to fight vampires, or describe some etiquette that doesn't exist. But I inadvertently saw some real, but completely forgotten information in those myths. Chalk is mentioned in an article called "The Book of Fate". Halfway through, I knew this was exactly what I was looking for.The information is fully public, it is there, it is available to any novice magician, and it may appear in the literature that is open to the people. Book of Destiny.chalk. Everything fits together. Close the file and turn off the computer.I bit my lip and sat for a while, looking at my watch. Time to get to our weird rendezvous. I took a shower and changed clothes.Among the amulets he picked out the oval necklace that defended Zaburon, the emblem of the night watchman patrol, and an ancient bronze disc for battle that Ilya had previously presented, a little larger than a five-ruble coin.I have never used this disc.Ilya told me that this disc can be used for self-defense or combat, but it can only be used once, twice at most. I took the pistol out of the back room and loaded the magazine.Silver bombs are good against shapeshifters, but hard against vampires, and very effective against dark mages. It seemed like I was getting ready to fight rather than talk to the leader. As I stood at the door, the phone in my pocket rang. "Anton?" "Sveta?" "Olga wants to talk to you, I'll give her the phone." "Okay." I said as I opened the lock. "Anton, I love you very much, please don't do stupid things." I haven't found the words to answer - Olga answered the phone. "Anton, I want you to know: everything has been decided and everything will happen soon." "Just tonight." I echoed. "How did you know?" "I felt, and only felt. That's why the patrol left Moscow, didn't it? And Svetlana was called back to make the necessary psychological preparations." "How did you know?" "Book of Destiny. Chalk. I already know it all." "I'm wasting my words," said Olga simply. "Anton, you should..." "I don't owe anyone anything. I'm only responsible to Sveta." After hanging up, I turned off the phone.enough.Gesar was able to reach me without any technology, and Olga just kept trying to convince me.Svetlana... Anyway, Svetlana won't understand what I'm doing and why. I decided to go to the end, to go alone, without involving anyone else. "Sit down, Anton," Gesar said. The place is small, with only six or seven dining tables separated by partitions.A bar counter, filled with smoke.The muted TV played the skydive in slow motion.On the walls were photographs—the same thing, bodies in bright jumpsuits stretched out in flight.Not many customers, probably because of the wrong time: past lunchtime, before the evening rush hour.I scanned the tables—and saw Boris Ignatievich sitting in the corner. The boss is not alone.There was a plate of fruit in front of him, and he was lazily picking grapes from a bunch of grapes.A little farther away sat a tall, dark-skinned young man with his arms folded.Our eyes met and I felt a slight pressure. He is also the other. We stared at each other for about five minutes, secretly exerting force on each other.He has potential, considerable potential, just with a little less experience.I took a chance to lighten the confrontation, dodging his probes, and got a scan of the lad before he set up his protective cocoon. an other.Bright Mage, Level 4. The young man grinned, as if in pain.He looked at Gesar with the look of a beaten dog. "Get to know each other," Gesar suggested, "Anton Gorodetsky, the other, a member of the Moscow night watch patrol team. Alisher Ganikov, the other, joined the Moscow night watch not long ago Patrol." messenger. I reached out to him and lifted the protective cocoon at the same time. "Mage of Light, Level 2." Alisher said, he looked me in the eyes and bowed. I shook my head and replied: "Level three." The young man looked at Gesar again.Now the look in his eyes was not apologetic, but surprised. "Secondary," said the chief firmly. "You've reached your peak. I'm so happy for you. Sit down and we'll talk. Alisher, you stand guard." I sat down across from the boss. "Do you know why I set the date here?" Gesar asked, "Eat grapes, delicious grapes." "How would I know? Maybe it's because they have the best grapes in Moscow." Gesar laughed. "Yes, um, but that's not the main reason. The fruit is what we buy at the market." "Then, it's because the environment here is good." The chief shrugged and said: "There's nothing special here, the dining room is small, and there's a pool table and two small tables over that door." "You parachute in private, boss." "It seems that I haven't skipped it for more than twenty years," Gesar corrected my words calmly. "Anton, dear, I've come here for goulash and grapes just to show you this little setting, this little group. Now you relax and sit down. Alisher, a beer for Anton Look around, there are soldiers. Look at their faces, listen to their chatter, feel the atmosphere." I turned my face away, not looking at the boss, but shifted my gaze to the edge of the wooden bench, in order to avoid looking at the people around me as much as possible.Alisher stands by the bar, waiting for my beer. The faces of the Airborne bar regulars all have quirky faces, with an elusive resemblance to each other.Special eyes, special movements.Nothing else in particular, except that each one seems to have an invisible imprint. "It's a group," said the boss, "a small environment. I could have had this conversation at Chance, the gay club, or Zeder's, or any tavern next to the factory. The location is not important, what is important is that a small closed group has been formed there, isolated from the society to some extent, not a 'McDonald's', not a luxurious restaurant, but a public or underground club. Know why? Because that's who we are, and that's how our Night's Watch patrols are." I didn't say anything.I saw a young man on crutches walk to a side table. He waved away the suggestion to let him sit down, but leaned on the partition and talked about something.The sound of the music drowned out the voices, but I got the general content of the conversation through the twilight world.The parachute did not open.Descend with a spare parachute.fracture.Damn, you can't skydive for half a year! "This is a very typical group." The boss continued unhurriedly, "There are adventures, excitement, some things that outsiders don't understand but only they understand, and some things that are completely incomprehensible to normal people. question. And, by the way, injuries and deaths are commonplace for them. Do you enjoy being here?" I thought for a moment, then answered: "No, the people who come here seem to be from their own circle. Or, or not quite." "Of course, any of these microenvironments are curious and worth seeing—only once. Then you either accept its rules and blend in, or you leave the environment. So...we're just like them. No two. According to one's own nature. Once every aroused other understands his own nature, he will face a choice: either join his own patrol team, be a soldier, a warrior, a person who is destined to die; or continue to Living the life of an ordinary person, without allowing the special development of magical potential, he can take advantage of many of the other's strengths...but also fully appreciate the bad side of this life. If the wrong choice is made at the beginning, then It would be a very bad thing. If someone else does not want to accept the rules of the patrol for some reason and wants to leave our organization, it is almost impossible. You say, Anton, you can survive without the patrol ?" Of course, the boss never talks empty words. "Probably not," I admitted, "I will be very difficult. For an ordinary light magician, it is almost impossible to live on the edge for too long." "Without joining the Patrol, you have no interest in fighting the dark to justify your magical acts. Is that so?" "That's right." "That's the complication of the whole thing, Anton...what a pity." The chief sighed. "Alisher, don't stand still like a pillar." He was simply treating the lad with wantonness.But I had no trouble guessing why he was doing it: the courier was down and out, having managed to secure a place for himself on the Moscow Night's Watch patrol, and was now tasting the inevitable consequences. "Your beer, bright Anton." The young man nodded slightly, and put a glass of beer in front of me. I picked up the beer without saying a word, through no fault of the young and talented magician.Maybe we could have made friends, but now I can even say that I hate him: Alisher came to Moscow and separated me and Svetlana forever. "Anton, what should we do?" asked the boss. "Honestly, what's the problem?" I replied, looking at him with the loyal eyes of an old St. Bernard. "Svetlana. You oppose her mission." "certainly." "Anton, this is common sense, and there is no need to prove it. You have no right to oppose the policy of the patrol team out of your own personal interests." "How can it be my personal interest?" I was indeed surprised. "I think the action you are preparing is immoral. It will bring no benefit to human beings. Anyway-all things that want to fundamentally change human society. The attempt has failed." "Sooner or later we're going to get something. Mind you, I'm not sure we're going to get it this time. But there's a big chance, there's never been one like that." "I do not believe." "You can lodge a complaint with the top leadership." "Will they have time to review the matter before the day Svetlana takes the chalk in her hand and opens the book of fate?" The head narrowed his eyes.sighed. "No, it's too late. Our time is up. Everything will happen tonight. Are you satisfied? Do you know the time to act?" "Boris Ignacievich," I added my paternal title when I called him by name, "listen to me. I beg you. You left your country and came to Russia. Not for the sake of the light ，不是为了信使，而是为了奥莉加。我多少知道点您的背景。一切行为不外乎出于仇恨、热爱、背叛和感激。所以您应该理解我，可以理解我的。” 我不知道我在等着的是什么，是移开的目光，还是从牙缝中挤出来的关于取消行动的一句承诺。 “我非常理解你，安东。”头儿点点头，“你甚至想象不到我有多理解你。正因为这样行动才要继续。” "why?" “是因为，我的孩子，有一样叫做命运的东西，它比其他的一切都更为重要。有的人命中注定被赋予改变世界的使命，有的人就不用背负这样的使命，有的人命中注定是要撼动政权的，而有的人则注定是站在幕后的，用被粉笔弄脏的手拉住木偶线。安东，请相信，我知道我做在什么。请相信。” "I do not believe." 我站起身，放下没有喝过的、已泛起泡沫的啤酒。阿利舍尔询问地看看头儿，仿佛要制止我。 “你有权做你希望做的事，”头儿说，“光明在你心里，但你的身后却是黄昏界。你知道，任何一个错误的行为将会造成什么后果。你也知道，我随时准备着，并且应该来帮助你。” “格谢尔，我的导师，谢谢您教会我一切。”我鞠了个躬，这引来了伞兵们好奇的目光。“我不认为自己现在和以后还有权期待您的帮助。请接受我的谢意吧。” “你对我不再有任何义务了，”格谢尔平静地回答，“就照你命运指示的去做吧。” 就这样，他轻松地回绝了过去的学生，可见，他有过多少像这样不理解最高目标和崇高理想的学生啊？ 大概成百上千吧…… “再见，格谢尔，”我说。我朝阿利舍尔看了看，“祝你成功，新巡查队员。” 小伙子责备地看了看我说： “如果允许我说……” “说吧。”我应许道。 “如果是我就不会急于走你的那一步，光明的安东。” “就这样我还嫌太慢呢，光明的阿利舍尔。”我微微一笑。在巡查队我习惯将自己视为最年轻的魔法师之一，但时过境迁，在现在这个新手面前我已经成为权威，目前还是。“有一天，你也会听到时间怎么刷刷地流逝，就像沙子从手指里流掉一样。到那时——你会想起我的话。祝你成功。”

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