Man of Archives

Chapter 32

Returning to my room was simple and uneventful. I apparated back and then calmly went to eat. As for the car, I disintegrated it into sand over the desert, with no intention of retrieving it.

Honestly, after the fight, I lost any desire to stay here longer than originally planned. The journey must continue. There was a rational basis for this too—absorbing and processing the memories of those four men suggested that staying could be dangerous. I didn't want to attract more attention from Bolshanov.

Their spells were intriguing, from a completely different school of magic, but I wouldn't say they were more advanced than those I already knew. Sure, I learned the passwords to a few bearer accounts, who to approach for certain matters, and where they hid their belongings.

Finding a rental apartment was incredibly easy. Afterward, I retrieved everything of magical importance from there. Naturally, everything needed to be secured against spells targeting thieves, distraction barriers, and more. They had set up some protections, but with their memories and experience, the problem was manageable.

There was one more issue: Andrei Bolshanov. Even if I hide, I'm certain he won't forget about me. This means I'll have to deal with this unwanted attention somehow. Based on what I gleaned from the memories, the Slavykstan families are entangled in countless intrigues. Slavykstan is what they call their country. Some of the schemes these young assassins were involved in could create major problems for the Bolshanov family if the information reached the right people. And who better than me to arrange that?

In the magical district of Cairo, which isn't much different from Diagon Alley, I bought several vials to store their memories. I then sent all the incriminating evidence via magi-muggle mail to various addresses. I felt a sense of relief afterward. There's truth in the saying: "Do something nasty, and you'll feel fantastic."

For the rest of the week, anyone observing me might have thought I was slacking off, doing nothing. But that wasn't the case. I was analyzing the books I had stored earlier. Two slots were constantly occupied while I rested. Day and night, everything progressed smoothly. My only breaks were for food, hygiene, and the pool.

I also started testing the "Super-Analysis" function. Here's the thing: its capabilities depend on how many books I've already analyzed. I realized this as soon as I activated it. It began analyzing all the books I had processed so far. The estimated completion time was twenty-three days. I don't know what the result will be or how I'll react, but it definitely won't be a dud. Twenty-three days is a long time, so I'll focus on it when I'm in a safer place. That's why I paused the function and returned to normal analysis.

It seems more practical to finish analyzing all the books before starting the Super-Analysis. I haven't forgotten that I can go to Zurich and access one of the best libraries on Transfiguration for a month.

Lately, I've been thinking about my next destination, and the choice came quickly and easily. Kangphu-Kang, on the border between Nepal and Tibet, is not just a mountain. It's significant because, at its peak, lies the Eagle's Nest. The Eagle's Nest is renowned as the site where the head of the International Confederation of Wizards is inaugurated. There's also a magical village at its base where rare goods are sold, and interesting people can be encountered.

Why go there? I want to tap into the knowledge stored in the Eagle's Nest. With my Archive ability, it feels like the right decision. Additionally, increasing my download speed would be useful. It's also the only school that teaches wandless magic.

After absorbing the memories of four more wizards, I felt I was nearing some kind of barrier. If it weren't for Arkad, I'd still have some waiting to do. But after him and the wizards, I realized I'm just a step away from casting without a wand. That's why I want to go there. Maybe I'll meet someone else along the way—who knows. My life has become too unpredictable to make any firm predictions.