Uh ... so wait a second!” - Russell flipped the notebook a couple of pages back. - Here, I found it! About two months ago, you mentioned possible options for merging our two worlds together. The main postulate, which was in all your theses, sounded the same: “Mages should not integrate, should not merge with simpletons. No, they should be needed. ”
“That's right,” I nod. “Mages should be needed, not just useful.” Therefore, sooner or later, the fact that we all these years have saved the world from death will be made public. Another thing is that the reason itself will sound completely different. More clear.
“Wizards fought a global environmental disaster?” Hmm ... no - too simple and corny. Mages ... mages ... defended ... no ... - his eyes widened in conjecture. “The magicians leveled the harmful effects of all that chemistry that the simpletons love to shove even into food ...”
“And they leveled it for generations, reducing all the harm to health to ...”
- To the whole colour palette of the hairline ... and ... and even having achieved some benefit, making humanity a little tenacious?
- Exactly.
- And the anime worlds will become that confirmation. After all, when the first children are born with pink, green, purple or blue hair, then ...
- Mass media will trumpet this to the whole world. Someone digs up articles of scientists stuck under the floor and ...
“Great Mother Magic,” the inexpressible leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, massaging them with his fingers. “Sir, you are really crazy.” But ingenious.
“Yes, I am,” I chuckle without a drop of complacency. More likely irony sounds in my voice.
“It’s even a shame that we won’t be involved in all this just like that ...”
“Well, why?” - I grunt again. - If once a healer in revenge for a family, burned at the stake of the Inquisition, created the Black Death, then what does it cost for a small council of the same healers and chimerologists to create something similar, but undetectable by instruments of simple people with the purpose voiced by me earlier? We just hold the next Convergence at the same time, and at the same time make sure that the mutations introduced by the magicians will be fixed harmlessly for all of us. After all, when one of the axioms of the world acts to the benefit of your actions - this is very good.
“Hm ... sir?”
- Yes?
- May I have a vacation? Somewhere where there are many, many scary monsters, explosions, blood and screams of horror.
“Hmm ... are you asking for further training, Russell?” And according to your description, you want to take the exam with Potter himself.
Swallow!
“I didn’t mean it, sir ...”
“As I understand it, it’s not a tutor in an orphanage for young magicians or squibs?”
“Better to get to Potter ...” whispered quietly not just a pale, but a whitened inexpressible, who was slowly sliding down the chair. “Sir, I ...”
“Relax, fighter, I'm not quite a beast,” I wave my tail at him. Hmm ... in this interpretation it sounds twofold. He seemed to be thinking the same thing. Snort. - Okay, joke and that's enough. In general, so, Russell, I was informed that our eighteenth Command Center passed all the proper checks yesterday. And I decided to appoint you as his commander.
- Sir?
- Congratulations on your promotion. Everything as you wanted - a whole crowd of monsters in the form of your colleagues, and even explosions and screams, if necessary, you yourself can organize.
“I won’t let you down, sir,” the magician immediately jumped to his feet, losing all feigned fear.
- I know. After all, the life of all of us will depend on both your actions and the actions of the rest of the commanders. Now sit down and listen carefully. Since you are a smart guy and able to not only beat to defeat, but also find an approach, then, do not blame me, but I will add a couple of additional points to your group.
- Sir?
- You see what’s the matter - we recently shook some of our breasts and as a result found out some interesting information. And you have to clarify it.
- Sir? - the man even more perplexedly looked at me.
“Your team will have a centaur, Russell.” The only thing I can do for you is that you can choose one of several volunteers.
- Centaur ?!
- I was haunted by their love, just what, chatting about red Mars and more.
- Sir? - now suspiciously and tense.
- In general, there is a high probability that these forest recluses can navigate quite well in the twelve-dimensionality of Chaos. So you have to, Russell, practice to confirm or deny this statement. In general, your navigator will be very specific.
“Sir ...” is doomed.
“Okay, if anything, let me fill his face.” You can even meet each other. And then, it seems, they are in a different way to begin to respect someone and are not capable.
“Well, at least something ...” sighed the inexpressible, who was already thinking anywhere, but not in his boss’s office.
