1. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 1: Hermits.
  2. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 2. Weak - revenge, strong - forgive
  3. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 3. It is difficult to protect yourself.
  4. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 4: The tragic battle
  5. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 5: Betrayal
  6. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 6: Elders
  7. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 7: Fiery Hell
  8. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 8: Disappearance
  9. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 9: From the future - to the past
  10. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 10: Atlantis - Eden in the past
  11. Not yet the Inquisitor. Part 11. Murder
  12. Not yet the Inquisitor. Chapter 12: There Is No Desire To Return From Paradise

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tried to hide behind, but nothing worked. Then, sitting in the saddle, she made a dozen beats, but only had to very precisely control the force of the blow (since at that moment Lee's dance with Alex began and all the attention was focused on their magnificent dance), so that it was painful and not cut to the bone. Sheikh screamed like a slice.

“As I understand it, this slave,” she nodded at the sheikh (already a former) who was writhing in pain, “is not worthy of being your master,” the fighters buzzed with satisfaction, “how many troops do you have and where are they?” Who commands them?
- All troops obey me. Guard in front of you. Half the troops went to destroy your lands. The rest are distributed mainly in the occupied territories.
“Will the troops obey you unquestioningly or without this wimp?”

- Mrs. diplomat, I could tell about myself, but I prefer that my fighters decide for themselves whether they will obey me or not.
“Madam Diplomat,” one of the junior commanders went out of order, “our commander is a brave warrior and a fair commander.”
“Well, if I now return your army here, will you again attack our lands?”
- I can not solve such questions, I'm just a soldier.
- A decent answer.

“Drago,” I mentally turned to the dragon, “is it possible to move the army that is now in a power trap (but only the personnel, without everything else)?”
“Of course,” another multi-thousand-member system, a line of horsemen, “arose” alongside the guards. On both sides, the men stared blankly at each other.
- Fighters! Are you ready to obey your commander unquestioningly?
- Long live the general Ishmael! - a thousand-voiced echo was heard.
- Kru-gom! - all at my command turned without disturbing the formation. Mentally swept through all the rooms of the palace. Not a single living thing on the premises. I took a hammer from my belt and extended my hand with a hammer in the direction of the domes of the palace. Soon only a pile of stones remained from the palace.

- Around! - everyone turned to me, - everyone saw how we can destroy your houses ?! But we will not do this if you acknowledge the commander of General Ishmael as commander.
- HOORAY!!! - even ears laid by the loud troop cheers. At this time, someone shot an arrow into the sheikh.
- Ney, catch the arrow?
- Do not. Let him die. So it will be calmer, - the arrow pierced the sheikh in the neck. From such a hit do not survive. And although almost everyone saw the flight of an arrow and saw where it would go, no one moved to save his “sovereign”.

“General, I'm asking you a question again.” Will you attack our lands?
“Madam Diplomat of Atlantis, while I command, not a single fighter of my country will dare to attack your territories.”
- So we will consider the peace negotiations completed. General, I wish you to rule your country wisely and for a long time! Be healthy! - Drago and I rode off on "our horses". Hiding from the view, they removed the phantoms-horses, and then their "twins", almost returning again to existence in one body.
— — — ----- — — —
Farewell dance.
The phantoms of Nei and Drago disappeared, and they were next to us. The impression of unreality, illusiveness of what is happening. As if we were in the simulator. Although soon this feeling disappeared.Because Ney and Drago, as if nothing had happened, carefully watched the performances, rejoiced, laughed, as if their phantoms were not in a foreign country in front of the enemy army.

- Margarita, - Leah's mental question, - after how long is our dance?
- After about twelve minutes, the girl thought, overcoming surprise.
- Sunny, what are we going to dance?
- Could not ask. I know that you only think about bachata.
- If you do not like, offer. I agree with any decision you make.
- silly. Really, in two hundred and more years, you never learned to determine what I want?
“Lil, I think it's better to ask again than to make a mistake,” Lia gratefully and gently pressed herself against me, “in ten minutes our dance.”

- Phaeton!
- Yes, Commander.
“When Leah and I go on stage, turn on the melody through all the mass media, to which we danced at the bachata competitions in my time when I first visited the general of the 21st century.
- Got it. Will be done.
And here is our way out. Excitement, as before the fight. Without saying a word chose clothes in white. When the dance began, all excitements disappeared, everything and everything ceased to exist. Only the two of us left and dance.

The dance was over, and we seemed to wake up. Only now it dawned on us that we were applauded and applauded while standing. The viewers did not want to let us go.
“Dear Alex and Lia,” came Rustam’s voice, amplified by means of communication, “you see that the audience does not have just one dance.” They require more. I understand them. On behalf of all the inhabitants of Atlantis, I ask you to dance again.
Leah and I looked at each other and understood each other without words. Using our crazy speed, plus a slower time, we changed our clothes. Leah even changed her hairstyle. Phaeton again launched the melody from the 21st century.

Again, viewers did not want to let us go from the stage.

“Barbarian,” Drago, as always turned telepathically, “I also ask you to dance one more dance.” Respect the old man - I almost laughed out of his "old man."
“Drago, you are only after rebirth.” So the "old man" in this case does not roll.
- I ask you to.

“Okay, but last time,” we changed clothes again. I am in a rather strict business suit, and Lia is in Invira armor. Although this armor looked like a bodysuit bodysuit and the highest cut.

All three dances turned out well. Bowing away and, in spite of the fact that the audience did not want to let us go, they left it in their box. The concert continued.

“Bravo, bravo, bravo,” the dragon could not resist. And Nei's eyes were alight with admiration.
- Okay, truce, brag.
Ney covered the box with a veil of inattention and launched a hologram of their adventures. Leah and I watched silently. But in the end, when they were already riding on "their" horses from the palace, I could not stand it.
- The first pancake is lumpy. There was a task to conduct peace negotiations, and you conducted a peaceful coup.

- Lesh, I disagree with you. I repeat once again: in war, all means are good. The main result.
“That's why you are not a diplomat, but a warrior.”
- Come on. For Rustam will be one less headache. By the way, you need to bring him up to date. I quickly - Leah disappeared, teleporting to Rustam. Soon she returned. Now all together teleported beyond the city limits, then to the ship Drago.

- Velez, Phaetons on board?
“Barbarian, already twenty earthly minutes, as moored in my hangars.
- A good name for the onboard computer. From now on, and I will call him that.
- Velez! Start menu! - we had a hologram with a lot of indications, where there were parameters, and weight, possible malfunctions or inconsistencies. Leah looked at it all and did not understand where, what and what was written about. But I paid attention (just like the dragon) to one flashing orange inscription (for terrestrial concepts this inscription would be red).

“Drago, I'll find out one second,” the dragon nodded gratefully. The inscription said that there were two ships of the development of Invirov on the ship. But the weight of these two ships was equal to the weight of six ships, fully fueled and fully armed.
- Phaetons, your mother for the leg! What the hell ?! Even if you fill up one hundred percent with fuel, I mean all your premises will not even have half of your weight. Mutts! What are you uploaded ?!

“Commander, we exactly carried out your order,” a simultaneous two-voiced reply was heard, “ ... Think about how to act so that you can make not one, but the maximum number of refills for you ...
- boot without exceeding the norm, or how many will fit?

- What a stupid question? Of course, how much will fit ...

- That's right. But I repeat once again, if in both of you fill all the voids with fuel, then half the weight will not be added. And on Earth there is not so much fuel for you. You bitches! What are you loaded ?!
- Gold.
- What?!!! What for ?! You did not have such an order!
- Barbarian calm down. They really did what you ordered.
- I did not order them to load in gold.

—... Think of what to do, so that you can do not just one, but the maximum number of refills... they came up with. After all, having so much gold on board, you can really make the maximum number of refills.
- Pancake! Well, do not drag it back.
- The absence of this gold will affect the welfare of Atlantis?
- It will not affect. Although these robbers have loaded half of the reserves of Atlantis.
- Barbarian, then you should not worry. We're flying in due time, ”Drago calmly objected. The ship shuddered, moving in time.

13 comments
  • May 6, 2018 23:37

    Good day, my dear readers!
    This is the last story on this site on the topic of space fiction. Who was interested in my stories, as well as those who are interested in new ones on this topic can find me on the site ProMaN, the same nickname: Nun or link https://prodaman.ru/Monashka
    Have a nice reading, stay healthy!
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  • May 6, 2018 23:39

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  • May 7, 2018 6:11

    thank

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  • May 9, 2018 0:59

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  • May 9, 2018 1:23

    And why do you stop here laying out your masterpieces ?: (

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  • May 9, 2018 6:34

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  • May 9, 2018 6:39

    With all my heart I congratulate all the men on the holiday, on Victory Day!
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    And also, sincerely, I wish you all to fight only virtually, so that none of you have to apply your military knowledge in real life! All clear sky over your head!

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  • May 11, 2018 9:16

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  • May 11, 2018 19:09

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    მე კოცნა ხარ

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  • May 11, 2018 9:24

    Wah-wah, dear Nun-jan! About the "strawberry" no forget! We all love you and wait! wah! Write more!

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  • March 7, 2019 2:44

    +++++10+++++

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