The Ruined Death Knight

Arriving at the path where Danzel´s battle had taken place, the soldiers behind the man gasped out of surprise and disgust.

Both sides of the walls had a long rough cut in them with the path in itself faring no better. It looked like a sudden whirlwind had appeared and created a mess over there.

What disturbed them the most were the two lie in bodies in the ground. With one body showing this inner guts for the others to see and near that already gruesome sight, there was another bloody mess to what the soldiers guessed was a previews human being.

Just thinking of what this poor guy had even done to experience such gruesome fate made cold sweat run down their backs.

They wouldn't wish for anyone to experience what this man had experienced. Even if they were the bastard who cheated on their wives.

Compared to some of the soldiers who started to throw up to the side of the road. The man with silver armor was unfazed by such sight.

"Sir Lewis...just who might have done such a thing?" A soldier asked the silver armored man.

"..."

Walking towards the two corpses in silence, the man named Lewis gripped the head and lifted it off the now-dead Kerres.

Which results in the insides of the corpse flowing further outside and make the soldiers who just stopped puking puke one more round again.

Giving a consolation look to these fellow soldiers, the man asked in confusion.

"Sir...what are yo-"

"Kerres Schatman."

"Huh? What does she mean sir..."

"This very man is named Kerres Schatman, one of the notorious contracted assassins that had made a name here in Bernes. He left no traces behind these deeds." Heartlessly letting the head fall to the ground, Lewis turned around towards the bloody pasta.

"And even though that guy is unrecognizable...I bet he is Heratheas, the apprentice of these bastards down there. He recently got noticed by the church. They weren´t men that would be missed." Lewis said with a casual tone.

Even if the death of two well-known assassins were nothing to Lewis, the soldiers weren´t on the same page.

"K-Kerres the assassin!? Why would such a figure be here? And dead at that too?"

The soldiers upon hearing that were shocked with only a few ones who didn´t know who the man who died here was.

Of course, they were.

Since one figure that many noble had feared before died in an abandoned street that nobody walked before. If it weren´t for the fact of the loud noises and the complaints of the nearby merchants they would even never found out that such a figure died a dog's death here!

The nobles who had used hundreds of gold to hire magic casters as bodyguards would even cry if they didn´t hear of this!

They would even waste their own money to protect themselves against someone who had already died!

Kerres Schatman was so much feared not because of this combat capably. But rather from this 'shadow warp' magic which he was so infamous about.

After all, with no magic caster to detect or block Kerres magic, the nobles would be at the mercy of Kerres.

Even if they were powerful enough to resist the assassination. Kerres could simply hide and hear every single secret from them inside the shadows.

Just the idea of whatever you said could be leaked from the color of your underwear to illegal was already quite tired some.

And for such a man that brought many nobles nightmares to die in such a place was surprising.

"S-Sir, could see have any idea on who might have caused it?"

With a frown on this faces Lewis replied.

"Sadly nothing comes to mind by just looking at that. What I know though is that the one that did this had done is a big favor..."

"I see...what would be our orders sir?" said the same soldier.

"Go report this case to the higher-ups. As for the two corpses over here...let me handle them."

"B-But..."

"That's an order, I was given full authorization by the general himself and you still doubt me?"

With a pale expression on this face, the soldier salutes while saying "Sir, yes sir!"

Leaving the confused soldier go, the previews emotionless face of Lewis fell apart with this frown turning for the worst.

Turning this head around, Lewis cursed out loud.

"Dammit... to think that such creatures would appear inside the walls! Simply unbelievable!"

The reason why he let the soldiers go wasn't that he wanted to handle the corpse.

But rather than feint Miasma lurking around the corpse of Heratheas!

Such a thing to appear here could only mean one thing.

The culprit who done this wasn't a human! But rather an Undead walking among the humans!

If such thing we're to go out in public it would cause chaos everywhere.

"That dumbass of assassin...He probably made an enemy with those parasites or something.

Bringing this sword out of the sheath, golden light started to engulf it with the next meant the light turning into bright yellow flames.

"[Holy Fire]..." Piercing slightly their bodies, the golden flame started to eat at their bodies and the nearby miasma that had gathered around.

After making sure that no traces were left behind, Lewis walked out of the abandoned road.

'I will have to report this to the church immediately before something worse happens.'

Although two assassin Dieng was considered a good thing for everyone.

Lewis didn't.

As an undead being inside the capital was enough of a red flag.

Since an undead being here never spelled good news.

With many stories revolving around necromancers bringing the casual plague out or a damn undead army made by the citizen remains.

"Dammit...yesterday was even the timeline to pick my long waited reward too. Let's hope they don't put me up to work in the name of the paladin's code..."

Lewis, one of the paladins serving the goddess mumbled to himself.

***

Currently in the slums.

"It has been quite a while since I even came here," Danzel said while wetting a cloth in this hand.

The sun had long come down with the night taking this place.

He was back in that rundown house where he spend this first rainy night out.

With the blood of the previews battle still being there.

Running out for the people wouldn't have made me question as a psychopath right off the bat.

The first thing he had to do was to remove all those blood stains in this armor and hands.

Although it felt awkward using the cloves cause of the misshapen, it wasn't all that bad.

"Tch, my armor is pretty roughed up too." Looking at the tends and searches in the armor I could only sigh out loud.

*Sigh... how great would even be if my armor had the Veren runes. I guess mourning over spilled milk would not bring me any further."

The man named Kerres was the third one in this opinion who could use magic.

With the shaman to Rapha, they both had simplistic and straightforward magic spells which could even be stopped or dodged.

But this guy made me look at magic in a totally new light.

The ability to stay in the shadows and teleport around sounded really incredible.

If it weren't for the fact of using the curse with a sense of danger I would long be dead.

That's how powerful this guy's skill was. If he hasn't run out of mana juice, in the end, there, I would long be dead or lose the element of surprise with my [Mana Arms].

Talking about [Mana Arms], he was currently using that very skill to hold the wet cloth and clean my armor slowly and precisely.

"Those people who called this thing trash might even be retarded.

As the saying went.

4 arms are better than two arms!

Or was it heads..?

Anyways, Danzel was currently thinking about what to do.

Return to the workshop or leave the Capital?

Leaving would mean finding a new house with no weapons to make runes, but also safer.

Staying on the other hand would change nothing.

Having a house to stay out of raining days, a reliable XP source, and training my runesmithing skills at the same time.

Although it sounds great and all. The danger behind it must be considered.

Remembering what do yep guys told me, they didn't seem to know that I am the runesmith.

If they had known they wouldn't have tried to kill me...

I think.

Which let me know that they weren't sent by Gerak to eliminate me or anything.

My best guess was that either the auction house betrayed these customers or that we were trailed back to the workshop after we got the money...

"Sigh...I will have to meet up with Gerak and have a talk about this. As for now..."

I will have to somehow find a way on how I should spend the night in this place without getting bored

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