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Wohin ist der Kaiser verschwunden? Wer zieht die Fäden der finsteren Verschwörung im Kaiserreich? Nutzen Feinde aus dem Ausland das Chaos für ihre eigenen Zwecke? Und vor allem: Ist Alexanderrr bereit, alles zu riskieren, um sich durch dieses gefährliche Netz aus Intrigen und Verrat zu kämpfen? Die Antworten auf diese und viele weitere Fragen erwarten euch in diesem Buch–vielleicht. Oder vielleicht auch nicht…

Sie waren nur eine Gruppe gewöhnlicher Dämonologen, die versuchten, einen gewöhnlichen Dämon zu beschwören…doch im Moment der Beschwörung ging etwas schief. Aber hey, ob Dämon oder Dämonologe, welchen Unterschied macht das schon? Mir war klar, dass ich so oder so meinen Spaß haben würde.

Gangsters, aristocrats, offworlders . . . What difference does it make? To Mikhail Bulatov, none whatsoever. Any of them could be friend or foe, and he could care less what world they're from or what their place is in the social order. As for his enemies, any conversation will be equally brief, even if different in content. And yes, those out to get him are ramping up their efforts, and increasing in number. Not that there's any question of his ability to handle it all. That being said, he must not lose sight of who he is. First and foremost, he is a Healer.

Family manor-check! First Family Sword-present! Pets-a whole menagerie! Enemies-more and more! Friends-some, thank the Code! Money-oops . . . I need more gold! And a Family Guard! And a housekeeper! And a gardener, and . . . Hey, wasn't this world supposed to be my vacation?

I need my manor, I need my family ring, I need my Family, and I need your motorbike . . . My body grows stronger, my spirit levels up, and my old skills haven't gone anywhere. Finally, people I can trust are gathering around me. Mighty enemies? Sure, they exist too. But not for much longer.

This world never fails to surprise me! I take care of one problem only to be confronted by yet another—my unceasing enemies want what is mine. Is it that hard for them to comprehend that I, the Archmagister of Healing, can't be had so easily? Why, oh why are healers in this world seen as the weakest of the Gifted? It makes no sense to me. In my former world, everybody knew that Healers were to be respected and feared. Ah, well. It won't be long before they wish they'd never crossed my path. 

Mikhail's power had only grown with every new day, and his Family was also flourishing. However, so were their enemies. New ones had emerged, and old ones who'd long ago written them off were now stirring. But really, was this a problem? He was a healer, and there was always a remedy, and mandatory "treatment" could not be stopped! Indeed, his enemies would pay handsomely for it. At least, whatever remained of them.

What could be simpler? On my very first day in this world, I was given the title of a count along with all the trimmings: a castle, name, lands and power. You'd think I had it made, but no . . . They seized my castle, took my lands, and now, I'm surrounded by enemies. Moreover, it's nothing but one headache after another with the authorities. And even though I wrested my castle back, the neighbors aren't going anywhere, and they live and breathe to tear off chunks of my land, and eliminate me, the new head of the family.

I am Monster Slayer Fifth Class, Baron Alexander Galaxius. I'm still a baron with no barony, lands or family ring. Just like my past life, this one hasn't given me anything on a silver platter. I'll have to use my own strength to create the world I need. Once more . . .

I was a Hunter, and I honored the Code. For my services to humanity and for leading a "proper" life, I was to be rewarded. A new life after death, and a new world to give me some well-deserved rest. But something went wrong. Once again, I must fight. The Monsters that face me here are far more terrifying than those of my past life. They are cleverer, crueler, more unpredictable. And their name is.

A good Healer, they say, must use his Gift professionally. Really? No one in my past world would spout such nonsense! Everyone there knew full well what a Healer from the Order was capable of . . . And they also know that a Healer doesn't have to kowtow to anybody. But now, I'm no longer in that world. And in this world, I am not only a great Healer, I am also a great count, one that can do far more than heal, as my enemies know full well. But little do they know that I've only just begun!

Mikhail came here from a world where not just force, but also a man's word, meant something. But here in his new home, it was different. Not only were there few here who possessed strong Gifts, or were truly powerful mages, there were still fewer who knew how to keep their word. How, then, was he to restore the status of the Bulatov Family? Of course, as the head of the Family, Mikhail would never give up, and he always managed to find a way to outsmart his adversaries. 

To anyone looking on, it would appear that a certain very young count is beset by too many enemies, especially considering that his Gift has nothing to do with combat. It’s as if the northern region that houses his county is a magnet for offworld invaders. But his enemies also include his competitors, and, of course, neighboring aristocrats who seek to seize the lands and assets of this impudent upstart, this Count Bulatov.

In this book, Varg will come up against new problems and creatures, and not only on this planet. It is hard to say whether he will be lucky or not, but he will definitely cross paths with Kaia, as well as the Tariantsi, the Seraphims, and other none too pleasant characters who have their own guardians and their own plans.

I could have been anything I wanted: a chef, a chauffeur, a pianist, an artist, an aristocrat...but where would the fun be in that? In my past life, I'd been one of the world's greatest demonologists, and horned lords and masters of the inferno had cringed and trembled with terror at my name.

Das nächste Buch der Reihe! Die ideale Welt für den Soziopathen (Buch 14): https://www.amazon.de/dp/B0FPFHTCL3 Es scheint, dass Varg Menschen gefunden hat, mit denen er sich im Geiste verbunden fühlt. Menschen, die für ständige Schlachten und üppige Bankette leben. Menschen, die nicht wissen, was Niedertracht und Verrat sind. Wie lange wird er bei ihnen bleiben und welche Abenteuer wird er mit ihnen bestehen? Wer weiß, vielleicht hält das System eine neue Überraschung für ihn bereit.

Mikhail isn't greedy, no! He's simply thrifty, practical. And he cannot fathom how anyone can leave trophies behind on the battlefield. No way does that mean he's stealing them! And of course Mikhail isn't a slave master! Although those who he corralled into signing service contracts might not agree.

Michails Abenteuer nehmen ihren Fortgang. Er findet immer mehr über diese Welt und das Imperium heraus, in dem er jetzt lebt. Allerdings stehen ihm auch ein paar Überraschungen bevor. Man hat ihm zum Beispiel die Aufgabe übertragen, die hoffnungslosesten Studenten der Abteilung der Heilkünste zu unterrichten. Wahrscheinlich war das für Michail als Strafe gedacht. Aber am Ende sind es seine Schüler, die Pech gehabt haben ...

Die Bedrohungen, denen ich in dieser Welt ausgesetzt bin … Nun, es kommt mir vor, als würde ich „Hau-den-Maulwurf“ spielen. Die örtlichen Aristokraten haben sich weiterhin dazu verschworen, der Familie Bulatow, deren Macht konstant zunimmt, Straßensperren in den Weg zu legen. Und dann sind da auch noch die Fremdweltler aus der Interface-Welt–die nicht daran zu denken scheinen, sich zurückzuziehen.

Das Schwierigste lag scheinbar hinter mir. Ich war den Kinderschuhen entwachsen, hatte Geld, meine eigenen Leute und genoss vor allem ein gewisses Ansehen. Klar, je höher ich aufstieg, desto größere Herausforderungen hieltdas Universum für mich bereit, und umso mächtigere Widersacher traten mir in den Weg. Aber gerade dadurch wurde mein Leben nur noch interessanter–und ich hatte einen Plan, von dem ich keinen Millimeter abzuweichen gedachte …