The Ruined Death Knight
chapter-79-30041322

Looking at this status window, he quickly shook the idea of this mind.

"Maybe learning new runes wouldn´t be the wisest idea... My subclass is still at this first stage and upgrading it might allow me to unlock the hidden boxes in the [Dead Rune Knowledge]."

Scrolling through the [Dead Rune Knowledge] window, there was only one window unlocked to me and that was the common one.

Though I unlocked three runes in the common box, there were what looked like hundreds if not thousands of question marks in the common runes.

With the measly number of three, god knows how long it would take me to unlock every single one of them.

Though I bet among those thousand of runes a hidden gem must be there. But even if that were the case, the other hidden boxes should have better stuff in them.

"Upgrading my sub-class doesn´t seem that expensive too. Only 4000 XP for the first level..."

Compared to the cost of my first class though, 4000 XP was way too much.

Back then when I still was an undead warrior, the current cost of my sub-class might seems expensive.

"Maybe the reason for it being so expensive is cause it´s my sub-class and not my main class?"

Considering the names it somewhat makes sense. The class is your primary focus, thus probably cost less XP.

While sub-class should be considered as a side job.

Since it´s isn´t your main focus its should also cost more than your primary focus.

That´s though just a guess of mine.

"Anyway, I should probably get going and give this ring to Gerak." Gathering my things, he went out of the hideout and made this way towards the Ouru´Fire Smith.

It was still early in the morning and many merchants were to be seen to prepare their stalls for the day to come.

Seeing how early it was I didn´t rush to reach the workshop.

Taking this time, Danzel walked through the streets and looking for something interesting.

"A device to keep track of time would be useful..." Danzel shook this head disappointed.

He asked several merchants for such an object, but no one seemed to have what I had described.

He long ago notice this problem with time, and now he was trying to fix it by keeping count of time. After all, if now someone were to ask him what day it is, he would have no idea.

The closed thing that a merchant told me is about a magic item that had a similar function as what I had described.

"I should probably ask Gerak about this. He should know a place or two where I can buy such a magic item."

Making a mental note, I decided it was time to go to the workshop.

Walking for another ten minutes, he finally reached Gerak's place.

"What is going on here?" Looking outside the shop, there was a group of people standing outside.

`Who are these people? Did Gerak finally become popular out of suddenly?´

Looking at the group of four I noticed they weren´t simple.

Though most people that came to this shop were new adventures with rarely some mercenary. These guys looked neither of them.

`They don´t look like soldiers or newbies who started out. Their equipment is rather good too.

Two girls holding staffs in their hands wore robes with small backs to their sides. If I were to guess these two were magic casters.

Beside them was a shorter man with leather armor that many small knives with the last one of the party being a bulgy man with a mix of plate armor and leather armor. He had a towering shield to this side and a mace hanging tightly around this back.

`This guys should be veterans adventurers...´

Though I remember Gerak mentioning that they are different kinds of ranks among the adventures. I didn´t pay attention at that time.

`They don´t look like there are here for trouble...´

Walking quietly towards the door, the group of four exchanged some glares.

"..."

"..."

Ignoring their stares I quickly went inside.

"Gerak, there is a group of people-"

"Don´t lie to me Gerak! I know that you were the one!" A man with bright red hair slammed the table and yelled out loudly.

Being suddenly cut off, my ethereal eyes narrowed even more.

`Who the hell is this beetroot?´

"Serras, I told you already to get lost! I don´t know who I sold that weapon!" Gerak yelled while pointing this hammer towards the door. Clearly annoyed by the guy.

"Don´t you lie to me old man! I know exactly what your weapon looks like and that you wouldn't sell them to randoms from the street! Now tell me!"

The man with the red hair, apparently named Serras said while hitting the table yet again.

'Does he have a grudge against the table?' Daniel thought to himself.

Gerak, who was getting the more annoyed by the second swung this hammer in the air towards Serras.

"Be quiet already! Can't you see that you are a caring my customers!"

"What are you talking about! I am your only customer that there is! Did you finally gone senile?" Serras scoffed out loudly.

Sensing the directions the conversation was going, I quietly turned around ready to leave.

'That smell like trouble...'

You guys do yours, don't mind me.

"Hey! Danzel! Come back here!" Break yelled at me, determined to drag me in their drama.

Hearing the unknown name, Serras turned around and looked at me strangely.

'You damn dwarf! I will remember that!' Cursing internally, I was forced to reply.

"Hey, Gerak...I came to ask if you got the thing that I ordered ready." Daniel said while walking towards the two men.

'For Gerak to call me customer he should want to keep our relationship a secret from this guy.'

Serras, looking surprised at me, this face turned into a frown.

"And who are you?" Serras said with a hint of coldness in this tone.

"And who are you to ask me that?" Danzel asked back with the coldness.

Only his is the real deal.

With a frown on this face, Serras turned around and looked at Gerak.

"Hey, Gerak, who is this guy? Don't tell me he is your customer." Serras said with a low voice.

With this frown turning for the worst, Gerak yelled annoyed.

"What's so wrong with me having customers at my shop!? That guy is a mercenary who is a long client of mine! Now if you got nothing else to discuss go out already! Compared to you I ain't jobless!"

"I am an adventurer for damn's sake! Not jobless!" Serras complained.

"It's the same damn thing with prettier words! Now get out of my shop before I call the guards!"

Seeing how serious the dwarf was, Serras turned around mumbling to himself.

"I will come back..."

Glancing at me the last time, he left heavy steps.

"Haaah...nice timing there Danzel, you sure saved me a lot of effort," Gerak said.

"Who was this guy?" Danzel asked while making this way to the table.

"Oh, him? He is a silver-ranked adventurer who has been a client of ever since I scammed him once."

"I see...and why was he here?" Daniel asked emotionally.

'If that were me who you scammed I would even beat the crap out of you.'

"Well, apparently that guy Serras used the first runed sword that we sold in the auctions, unlucky enough he recognized my weird and came here asking for the runes."

"..."

'If too would remember the guy who sold me faulty products and possibly endanger my life.'

"Anyway, why are you here so early Danzel?"

"Ah sorry, I space out for a moment." Shaking my head from useless thought, I removed the ring of spatial storage and gave him to the dwarf.

"Here, the first patch of weapons have finished"

"Oh, so early?" Taking the ring in this hand, Gerak had a wry smile on this face.

"Sigh, I guess I will have to make a trip to the army"

Though he was slightly annoyed by the fact he had to walk so far away, inside him he was excited.

'Thanks to Danzel I might be able to get 'that' thing from those guys of the army. And with the money, we earn from those weapons I might be able to craft what I have to mind.'

"Hey, Danzel. Since you finished how about you eat some breakfast with me before I go and bring new weapons? Gerak said while making this way towards the upper floor stairs.

Scratching my helmed awkwardly I shook my head.

"Sorry Gerak, I...Had plans to go to a shop that sells magic items. I somewhat hoped you will point me where it is..." Daniel said somewhat depressed.

'It's not like I can eat anyway...'

With a sigh on this face, Gerak walked back to pull a map from under the table.

"Sure." Marking the map with some ink in a wood, he made several circles in the map.

"Those are all the shops that I know of. I let you borrow my map."

Gripping the map, Danzel nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Gerak."

With the map in this hand, he turned around walking towards the door.

Gerak, who was looking at Danzel back, thought to himself.

'I thought we got close enough to have a meal together. But I guess I was wrong...."