With another day embracing the capital of Bernes.

Currently in the middle district where all kinds of merchants and shops were. In a shop that had a sign of a middle and some cloth, a man wearing a black cloak walked out of the shop.

Or to be more specifically an Undead.

"Thanks for comming~." A charming voice waved at the leaving customer

"Ugh...I should even go to one of those merchants instead of here." Holding this newly bought black cloak that was made from dark shephards wool or whatever the woman called that thing and quickly left this place.

Although Danzel didnt like to spend this gold on pretty much anything, he soon realized through the amount of gold that he had.

It was getting to the point that he couldnt carry more than 100 gold coins with him. Anymore more and the self invendended rib bag would break through the weight alone!

That by itself annoyed him to the teeth.

The great thing about this bag inside these ribs was the secrecy and security of the items that were put inside it. After all, what other place would be safer than inside your body itself? Even if they wanted to steal your stuff, what would they even do?

Put their hands inside of me and drag their loot out?

`Damn, just thinking about it already gives me the chills.

The first solution that Danzel thought of was some small bags and put them around this waist. But that idea was quickly dismissed as the amount of gold that he had couldnt be resolve by a small bag.

Without any solutions in hand, he just right of decided to spend some of this gold.

Thus, the reason for him being in this tailor shop.

As clueless as Danzel was, walking inside that shop gave him more of a headache than it was worth.

He just went inside to get himself some actual leather to upgrade this bag and a cloak to go back to the workshop.

Nothing more, nothing less.

What he thought would be a five-minute of going in turned out to be an hour-long of poor torture.

The moment I mention to the girl running the shop that I wanted to buy a dark cloak and some lether she bought out a whole box of all kinds of different black cloaks.

No matter what she showed me I couldnt find the difference between the...

It was to the point that she asked me if I was color blind or not.

Lady!

Black is black! There was nothing else!

What made him more awkward was when she asked me to take my armor off to take the measurements. Which I could tell was a lie.

I wasn't sure why but her eyes showed a hint of greed inside of them...

It got to the point that I forced the money in her hand and run off after saying some excuse with the goods in my hand.

The leather that I bought wasn't one of good quality compared to the cloak. The reason why that was the case I would use it only to try out is it would work on not to replace the cloth material with leather.

If I were to buy the best studs right of the bad I would even waste them.

After all, giving a beginner blacksmith the rarest ore there is to make a weapon is beyond wasteful.

That, and because fixing and making a bag has become somewhat a hobby of mine, mainly to pass time.

As the saying says, practice makes the master.

The cloak was differently tough.

Coming from a monster called the dark shepherds that weren't common in this kingdom made it rare and expensive.

It was a monster closely resembling a sheep but with long legs that made them at least five-meter tall and dark wool.

Although they were looking adorable as a normal sheep would do.

That was only on the day.

Dark Shephard, we're a hunter of the night. Their gaze could use an ability called [Dark Sleep] which was hypnosis.

Looking at the eyes of that creature spelled doom for whoever was unlucky enough to meet this gaze.

This creature would force its prey into a deep sleep before calling this herd to see this achievement.

What afterward would happen was...

Not that appetizing.

"Let's hope that this cloak does what the woman said it does. If not I will go back request a refund wherever she wants or not."

[Cloak of Night] A cloak made of durable wool of a Shephard. Holding one of the Shephard traits, the cloak will reduce the wearer's presence only by little when it's night.

"Alright, this should be goon enough."

Leaving the streets, Danzel made this way towards the 'Ouru' Fire Smith' while covering this face.

Reaching the workshop, what he saw surprised him.

"What the hell happened here?"

The door in front had a big hole in the middle where the sign on top looked like it was burned.

Making sure that no one suspicious had followed him, Danzel went inside with this hand ready to draw Veren out.

"Gerak! Where you!"

With my cold voice echoing through the walls. There was silence.

"Weird, he should already be here but...did he left after seeing this whole mes- Hmm?"

*Ba, Ba, Ba

Running from the stairs with these short legs, Gerak appeared with a messy beard and this hammer.

"You bastard Danzel! I told you to lock the god damn door! What did I give you these keys for!?"

Running straight at me, he swung this hammer in my direction with an enraged expression.

Daniel reach out this hand and grabbed the hammer with this hand alone, surprising the enraged dwarf.

"First of all calm down. And secondary did lock the door..."

"Huh? You didnt?" This genuinely shocked look kinda pissed me off

'Does this dwarf think I am stupid not to lock the door?'

"That isnt important right now..."

"What did you say! What could be more important than someone breaking into my shop!"

"Sigh...The thing is..."

Removing my hand from this hammer I started to explain the encounter that I had with does two guys yesterday. When he realized that I wasnt joking one bit this face went as pale that a corpse would.

"T-Tell me the truth, are you serious," The dwarf said with a shaking voice.

"Well, unless you think I made these cuts on the armor that I bought myself..." Lifting my cloak showing all the cuts that my armor receive through the fight seemed convincing enough for Gerak.

"Ahhh! I knew that this was going to happen for the hammer's sake! I knew that I should hasten our preparation! Dammit!"

Looking at the previews dwarf who cared so much about this shop throw the hammer at the ground and breaking the wooden floor made me question this mindset.

"Wait, you knew that this would happend?" Danzel asked after thinking about what the little man just said.

"Of course I knew you, idiot! Are you that naive to think that no one will search for the second coming of a runesmith in the whole kingdom!?"

"..."

`Dammit, although it pisses me off that guy is right. I still havent understood the significance the others hold of my runesmith class.

"I guess our partnership is over..." Putting this cloak back on he turned around towards the door.

"Danzel, if you leave now you will die," Gerak said.

"You..threatening me?"

"No, I..."Understanding this mistake Gerak quickly tried to explain.

Without being able to finish this a hand grabbed this throat and lifting him to the ear.

"D-Danzel! Hear me ou-"

"And how exactly am I going to die, little dwarf?" Danzel tightens slightly this grip while realizing some blood lust in this surroundings.

"T-They will never allow for a runesmith to leave the kingdom. Willing or not, they probably have someone already in the gates keeping guard to find someone-"

*Baahm

Letting the dwarf fall to the ground I moved in a circle while cursing internally.

`I should even know that thinks looked too good to be true! Dammit, I should even left once I bought the armor.

Knowing how much shit I have a step on I tried to calm my mind.

There is no point complaining about spilled milk.

The deed was done and what I had to do was damage control.

"Well...whats your plan?" I asked the dwarf now completely calm.

"Cough~Cough, Dont worry... I already prepared another place for us...No, for you to work in." Gerak said hurriedly, clearly out of breath.

He was convinced that this guy would choke him to death.

`I was mistaken to think of this guy as someone with a similar occupation. Feeling in up closer this blood lust is too intense!

"A place for me to work, you say?"

"Yes...But it will be more like buying you a base of operation. I will bring you the weapons and when you finished making the runes I will take them back and sell them! It will allow you to hide your traces on guys like you met yesterday."

"..."

Standing opposite to each other both of them were silent.

After a long pause between both of them, Danzel turned around.

"Alright...when will it be ready?"

The dwarf replied with a tone of relief.

"I can show you after someone come pick something up. Before that, it will become difficult..."

"Is it that important? cant you just tell him to come tomorrow or something?" Danzel of course was annoyed by this. Knowing that another group of assassins could show up at any moment he was nowhere comfortable with staying inside this building anymore.

"Unfortunately I cant. This guy is..."

*Krgghhh

With the door screeching and opening, a man with silver armor appeared with an aura that bought peach to others mind

"You talking about me?"

"Oh! Sir Lewis, we have been expecting you!" Gerak that one second ago was all nervous put on this same vicious smile when he first had met me.

But I didnt notice the sudden change of Gerak.

Or rather, my whole attention was aimed towards the man named Lewis.

The aura that would be considered pure and bringing someone's mind at peace.

Was to me, the total opposite.

It was light a towering bright light that made me dread to make any movements.

Currently, two total opposites of feelings were going inside my mind.

One side told me to draw my sword and pouch on him with everything I got.

The other side of me though told me that if I were to move...

I would die.

If one side represents the hatred of me.

The other side was the dread facing him.

I knew If I were to touch this light I will be done for.