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Heart ran to the heels. I put out the magic lamps and clung to the rack, praying to all the gods that they would not notice me.

– He came here for a reason, Julie, – I heard Magister Orand’s voice and quieted down, clutching the stairs with cold fingers. – I’m sure of it.

The magic lamps against the far wall lit up, but I was still in the semi-darkness. She breathed out a little.

– Vincent, you’re paranoid, – Magister Elaine concluded as she locked the door and walked over to the podium from which she began gathering papers. – The dragon was hired by Master Ingvar to train students. And, by the way, laid out a tidy sum.

– Do you seriously think that Magister Yngvar would pay that kind of money to have an intelligent dragon teach at the Dartan Academy? – the master asked skeptically. – Yes, Ingvar is a miser!

I covered my nose with my hand. How dusty it is! With difficulty, she kept from sneezing, continuing to pretend to be invisible. Luckily, I couldn’t see from here.

– Ingvar – maybe, but Prince Oliver, who recently took custody of the academy, is not a fool at all. He wants to establish ties with Drakmar, which is why he invited a specialist here. This is his initiative. I beg you, stop looking for a second bottom in everything!