The Ruined Death Knight

"Then don´t mind If I do." Walking like he owns the place, Gerak sath to the offered seat.

"..."

Standing beside him, he frowned upon the dwarf's behavior.

And he wasn't the only one.

"...Archman, close the door so that we can have some privacy between us."

"Yes, sir."

Closing the door, the rather muscular elder turned this head straight at me.

"Don't you want to take a seat?"

Before being able to reply, the mass of wasted air got ahead of me.

"You don't have to worry about him. He is just a mercenary that works with me."

"..."

'You bastard! Are you so petty to make me stand like that the whole time!?'

Though I am undead and standing still for all eternity would in theory be possible. It didn't mean that I would be happy about playing the statue.

At least those were my inner thoughts.

Regardless of my enmity, I knew that the despicable dwarf did that to make me look more like a bodyguard.

While I was currently cursing the dwarf internally.

To the others though, which consider mainly of the Elder and the one named Archman. I seemed more like a statute staring in the far distance.

"Anyway, before we begin our discussion about this thing" He pointed at the runed sword.

"Let's introduce ourselves. As you might well know, I am Nikzel Swift, the greatest from one of the ten generals in the whole kingdom army." The Elder, said with a pride tone.

Seeing the soldier named Archman face palm himself and the dry smile on Gerak's face, we all seemed to have the same opinion of the elderly.

'Sorry, I will just call you Nikzel'

Ignorant that he just embarrassed himself in front of three people, he looked at us implying to do the same.

"My name is Gerak Iffuro, a journeyman blacksmith from the Earth Circle Hammer. I came in this capital to full end my trial placed upon me. As for this guy...he is a mercenary named Rue Danzel."

"So you even came from the dwarf kingdom..." Nikzel said with a slight frown on this face.

`Wait, why haven´t I heard anything from it? The Dwarf Kingdom? Earth Circle Hammer? The heck is that´ Danzel thought as this curiosity was ignited. He asked himself why the dwarf hid such a thing.

To when in reality it was this own fault. In the past month and more that he was freeloading at Geraks place and taunt him to work harder than usual. For a dwarf, they saw their craft with the utmost pride and considering working and finessing their craft to the limit as their life goal.

Those habits of dwarfs made them quite competitive among fellow craftsmen. Considering the stamina of a undead unending stamina, literally. With the fact that he was telling Gerak from time to time not to work as hard as him and to get some sleep.

In Geraks point of view, it was the same as telling him `Hey, Since you can´t work as hard as me, you better of sleeping´.

At first, he thought that this runesmith was just being an arrogant brick, but after knowing him for a month.

Gerak realized how wrong he was.

That guy wasn´t a brick, he was a clueless unsociable brick!

The times they talked were only about work that needed to be done and the moment he has gotten the chance to, he would rush towards his room and continue what he calls `research´.

"So Gerak, this might come upfront but why do you have this kind of weapon in your possession?" Nikzel said with a serious tone.

With a tone as if he was asking how the weather was, Gerak replied.

"Oh, you mean this runed weapon? I came here to sell some of them here."

As if hearing something absurd, Nikzel questions the idle sitting dwarf in front of him.

"May I ask you what you mean by saying `some´ weapons?"

"Hehe, exactly what I said. That sword in front of you isn´t the only one."

Shocked, Nikzel hurriedly stands up.

"It can´t be! Are you a runessmi-"

Before he can finish this sentence, Gerak was a step faster.

"No, you are wrong if you think that I am the runesmith."

"Then from where did you get those?" Nikzel asked confused.

"Well...consider me and him as the representative of `that person."

With a tired sigh, Nikzel fell in this seat and asked.

"By `that person I consider you mean the runesmith...so what are you doing here?"

Turning suddenly serious Gerak went right into the case.

"We want to make a deal with you."

"If you want to make a deal with us about those things, then why didn´t the runesmith come too?" Nikzel said.

"Please, General. I don´t want to be rude, but my client isn´t stupid enough to come right here in the middle of the kingdom's army. Considering the rarety of this specialization."

`Hey!´

Ignoring the cold glare behind him, he continued.

"I see... but is it the same for you two?" Nikzel said realizing some killing intend to those two.

"Please, General. We both know that if you do something to us you will lose here." Gerak said unfazed.

"What do you mean..." He asked, finally noticing this subordinate Archman making X signs with both of these arms behind those two.

"Well, because if we don´t go back and report to `that´ person he will simply run away from the capital." Pausing for a sec, Geraks eyes turned chilling cold.

"And isn´t your guy's kingdom currently at war?"

As if something just exploded in Nikzel's mind, he cursed internally.

"In case you aren´t aware of, General. If I, a member of Earth Circle Hammer suddenly die or get missing in your kingdom, until you guys are proved innocents, forget about getting a weapon delivered by any dwarf."

"..."

"..."

`Oof, that´s a mood killer´ Danzel thought to himself.

After good long moments of silence, Nikzel was the one to put an end to it.

"Tell me the deal..."

*****

Currently in the hideout...

Opening the door two figures are gone inside.

"Hahaha, I told you that it would work!"

"..."

Ignoring the laughing dwarf, Danzel went to the stairs and opened the secret door.

"Hey! Stay here and celebrate a little! Everything went as you wanted!" Following my steps, we both entered my room.

"We not only solved the supply problem, but we are also get paid for it! They even promised us that you can select one out of three magic scrolls for free!"

"I am not upset about the deal."

´But more about the scale that it had become...´

The deal had three important points.

The one was that the army had to supply us with their weapons carve runes on them. That request was decided by me and the dwarf.

By my last spending that I did before, I realized that in the future XP would be hard to come by. With now a level costing around 25 000 XP, I can´t possibly imagine how much it would cost when my class evolves...

With increase cost, I had to increase my earning of XP.

`At least they gave us this item...´

Looking at my finger was a ring with a dark crystal with spots of purple and blue around it, as if a whole galaxy was trapped into the crystal itself.

[Ring of Spatial Storage]: A ring that is capable to hold an item within a sealed space of 10 cubic meters. Souls cannot be contained within the rings space.

With this item, I now have a huge bag at my fingertips.

Without this item, in our hands, the deal wouldn´t even find a place in the first place. Since carrying boxes of weapons through the streets will undoubtedly bring us unwanted attention.

The second point was that I could choose some magic scrolls from the armies collection. Which didn´t go as well as I had wanted.

It seems, requesting for an outsider to see the technique that all magic casters of an army would use is a serious no-no.

After all, you wouldn´t want to let your enemies know how to use your own weapon against you.

Their reasoning was pretty fair and I gave up.

Gerak though didn´t seem like he was on the same page as the general.

After a lot of arguing we managed to choose one out of three scrolls from the lowest of magic.

And the last of thing that we agreed upon was obviously our payment...

Which I honestly didn´t care as much.

The thing that troubled me the most was that I suddenly became an arms dealer supporting a war between two kingdoms.

"Sigh, how did things turned out like this..." While I was deeply contemplating my whole short unlife.

Glaring at my status window to distract myself from the excitement dwarf, I glared at the mission for my class advantage.

`Hmm, evolve every class ability at least once...´

Clicking on the window to see further details, a list of skills that I have and didn´t have appeared in front of me.

Among them was a skill that I hadn´t use for a long time.

"Hey, Gerak."

"Hm? Did you by chance finally recognize how great I am?"

Ignoring this statement, I said with my cold voice

"Since you called me an idiot before I guess you will be willing to listen to a request of my."

"..."

"Don´t tell me that you aren´t going to do it?"

Looking at the image of me staying still while stroking Verens handle send chills running through Geraks back.

"What will it be..?"

Pulling out a pure dark crystal from my chest, I gave it to the dwarf while having a grin behind my helmet.

"I would like you to make something...."

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