Oleg never dreamed of becoming a hero. Not before I got into another world, and especially not after. Therefore, the day when he, along with a whole bunch of people, was sent into exile, transferred to a distant garrison on the very border with China, became a real holiday for the young battle magician. No matter how scary the monsters that inhabit the protected forests are, they still roam in packs, and not in army corps. Smugglers and robbers are not at all looking for a meeting with soldiers, but on the contrary, they are trying with all their might to avoid it. In general, by the standards of someone who managed to fight in the Fourth Magic War, this is just a fairy tale... Alas, almost every barrel of honey also comes with a fly in the ointment. Salary, for example, is often delayed in such bear corners. But I want to eat regularly, and I also need to feed my young wife something!