The Rope Walker, whom fools called the god of homeless talents and motley camps, was absent from home for thousands of years, after he saved his home world from destruction. It cost him dearly, he had to go through a lot to return. But even at home, not everything was in order. Knowledge is lost. Sorcerers have become charlatans. Singers, storytellers and musicians are being persecuted. People are ossified in ignorance and vices. However, those walking on a tightrope over the abyss are not accustomed to giving up. This means that the young sorcerer, initiated by the prodigal god, will have to go through the entire known world in search of lost ancient knowledge and artifacts. Without sparing yourself. And at the end of the journey he will be greeted by a worthy reward - the majestic castle of Naerta, the abode of ancient sorcerers, which opened its gates to its new master. This book is written in the world of my wife, Martiel, and with her help.