Til next time. Don't forget who you are

– This is some kind of madness ... — the trio nodded in agreement. — In any case, we should go back. Stories are stories, but maybe somewhere there is a way to find a Lololoshka? Hector cleared his throat, reminding everyone that they still had things to do. Black and Leftarion nodded. The Original raised his head, looking up from the book and frowned; — I'm with you. Four pairs of eyes are better than, uh... two pairs and one eye? The vine mage frowned, wanting to hit the horned man on the forehead with his staff, but restrained himself and went back down. Everyone hurried after, returning to a kind of monument to the history of their friend. *** It took the wizards at least two days to sort out all the books. And this is taking into account the fact that they only read a couple of stories. Hector exhaled wearily and moved away from the wall on which hung a painting that had become a substitute for a chalkboard. The white surface was covered with ink. — So, what do we have in the end? Our Lololoshka is a planeswalker. And he didn't say that because he didn't want to make us nervous, because he is a traveler between worlds and even universes, and can't stay in the world. And even managed to meet both Leftharion and the Original One earlier! Somewhere there is a diary that describes where Lololoshka gets to before moving into a new world. And we are obliged to find this diary, because it is not known what kind of world our friend could get into now." Black frowned, looking at the picture. "He's definitely not human. He once had wings, and his knowledge… It's incredible! And he hid it from us! Hector frowned at the upset student. "Yes, Black, you're right. However, we can't blame him for hiding secrets," the Vine Magician stopped and looked at the pen in his hand, "We've never been particularly interested in his life and past. And he didn't insist, not wanting to disturb us. — Sighing, one-eye continued to write on the "board", and soon it was already completely filled with various things about their friend. — In short, our goal for now is to find Lololoshka's diary, and hope that there is something there about the place that took our friend! The withering mage jumped to his feet and enthusiastically ran upstairs, not listening to the others. Black had already failed Roma once. He wasn't going to make that mistake twice. And whether it's the strongest magicians, dragons, or even the gods and demons themselves! The white-eyed sorcerer was going to bring Lololoshka home, no matter what. *** The guy's house was again ransacked from top to bottom. Now that there were not three, but four of them, besides, everyone knew what they were looking for, the search was more intense. And not only in the house, but also throughout the Lololoshki base. Black began rummaging through the chests again, carefully removing all the radioactive ore into a separate chest specially found for this purpose. While digging out one of the distant chests, desiccant felt a light blow on his shoulder. — Hector, I haven't fully examined this chest yet, — the loz magician, who was standing on the porch, looked at Black in bewilderment, but said nothing, continuing to study the house for the presence of another secret doors, while Leftarion decided to fly around the guy's base from above. The original one was picking at the garden, justifying it by saying that Lololoshka would need it when he returned. Black looked up from the trunks and looked at the bed, thinking that he had heard a creak. Approaching the covered piece of furniture, the magician looked at the wall. Those strange words that Lololoshka uttered before the gods appeared and took Varner away. The magician shuddered. It wasn't the first time in such a short period that Black realized how unusual their friend was. It looks like an ordinary boy who just likes to poke his nose where he doesn't get. Well, as they say, looks are deceptive. The magician's foot bumped into something, pushing it under the bed. Standing on all fours, the sorcerer frowned and looked under the covers. In the far corner lay the most ordinary traveler's book, shining with charms. The Desiccant took it in his hands, somehow taking it out and shaking off the dust from the floor. No fancy covers, ordinary tanned leather with a strap, blue ink of a glowing octopus, creating a pattern of runes that protect papers from fire. In some places, threads are visible connecting the book and various feathers, a jewel carved in the form of a multi-faceted lens, and even pixie wings. On the cover was the inscription "Diary", hollowed out with improvised tools, and at the bottom was also the name of the owner himself. — This book wasn't here before ... or we overlooked it ... — leafing through a diary filled with intimate records from all worlds. Some recipes, keywords, names and pasted cards. This is not what Dr. Black should have seen. However, curiosity was stronger, so he flipped to the first page and gasped convulsively, missing someone's unfamiliar shadow, which quietly slipped out. The title "Everlost" was written in gold ink on the main page. It seems now clear where their friend has gone.