The Ruined Death Knight

Having explained the situation that he was in with that old magic caster, the man who introduced himself as Hanson seemed to think of that very seriously.

Of course, he told him that he somehow had managed to escape him by sheer luck and determination alone.

Although he seemed to doubt his words.

By fair right at that too as they were pure nonsense.

Danzel wasn´t stupid enough to reveal his ability to revive himself.

The talent [Undying] in his eyes was the ultimate trump card that he had.

Power-wise, the talent did nothing.

But the fact alone that it gave him the element of surprise or better, made him play the true definition of `playing dead´.

The tricky situation that seemed impossible to get away with was possible with the talent!

He had to admit though, facing such a situation only luck and the ignorance of his enemy would allow him to survive.

That´s why keeping such an ability hidden was a must.

Otherwise, him reviving and dying a second later was a situation that he could very well imagine...

Another liability of the talent was him going to that dark space.

Though he didn´t how much time exactly had passed, he knew it wasn´t short.

`Maybe [Undying] activated on the 7 or 8-second mark. If not the 10 seconds.´ He thought to himself.

That was another liability of the talent.

`Who would have thought that coming back to life would actually be this hard, right?´

That´s right, activating the talent itself was an outside factor.

It wasn´t like pushing a button and calling a day, not by a long shot. Though he wasn´t as sure how to activate it after going in that dark space. His best guess was either by his sheer willpower or his none-existed guts...

`I could probably kill myself and practice coming back to life every day, but that´s...´

In more than one way wrong.

To die without managing to come back wouldn´t even be a joke anymore.

If that really were to happen then he would for the real die and become the same as those things in that space.

Sitting on a carriage, he stared blankly at the many people doing their own thing.

"Why do I even think of stuff like that?" Danzel cursed internally as he currently was bored out of his mind.

"Hey, when will we be reaching our destination?" He asked with his cold voice.

"We will be there soon." The coachman replied.

Grumbling inside Danzel continued starting at the unfamiliar place that he was.

As for where he was, it definitely wasn't Nercana.

The day that they made the deal, Hanson didn't waste any time into holdings his part of the deal.

It took him less than a few hours to arrange a carriage together with guards who he guessed were his form of supervision on him.

Where he went was supposed to be in the capital of the arcana kingdom. Which by Hanson's words were where his new base was going to be.

At first, when he heard of all that, it didn't seem that bad.

But once he learned how long his journey is going to take, his mood was ruined almost instantly.

Without having any say in this though, he left Nercana.

That was two whole months ago...

He was forced to stay in the small space of the carriage without being able to do anything else than wait for night to come for him to practice his contract-making rune, otherwise known as [Rune of Uzaal].

Since the carriage wasn't stable and the only thing he had to work with was paper, making runes inside the carriage was the next thing to impossible.

At some point, even the thought of running away.

But as soon as he releases that the guys around him were around his physical strength, he quickly scratched that idea.

Only in the night could he ever hope to gain a small margin of XP into his pure wallet.

"Sigh...how I miss the church." Danzel mumbled dejectedly.

A place for only him to relax and practice without any interference, where the air was filled with dead mana and comfortable to overall staying there.

That's what he lost in a single day...

Although he felt gloomy about it, Danzel saw some positives at that too.

'At least I don't have to worry about those brats too.'

Remembering how Hanson took them away who knows where he felt much better.

Similar to how a huge headache that troubled him for months had suddenly faded.

He felt relieved.

"Sir, we arrived."

"Finally..."

Opening the door of the carriage, wearing his armor at top of a black robe while hiding his face with the small magic mask and a hood to hide his feature completely.

He stepped out of the carriage looking at the tall building in front of him.

He had expected to go to a more low-profile building to have his base. But staying at the building that was in the middle where merchants sold their goods with a lot of people to pass by.

"Is that the place..?" He asked uncertainly.

"Yes, please follow us." One of his 'guards' who was named Edward said with a serious voice.

Following along, Edward who was taking the lead opened the door and let everyone in.

Looking around Danzel could only describe this place as empty...

It looked like a lobby with furniture of leverage quality based on what his status said and a staircase going up.

"The room is on the second floor." Edward said.

Going up the stairs and opening the door, Danzel got a Blanche at his future workplace.

Or rather a temporary one.

The room itself was very simple.

It was purely a large flat room with boxes filled with supplies that he would need for his runesmithing and three large desks that he could use as a station for his work with a bed and a few seats.

Other than that the room was basically cleared with much space to fill out.

Although he didn't like the fact that he was on the second floor, making summoning stone walls impossible, he also thought that he oils train here, the wooded ground would eventually break.

But those things weren't what Danzel noticed at first.

The first thing that he noticed was the man who was at fault for being here to the very place.

Having his hair pushed back and his signature two black gauntlets, the man who was seated in the middle of the room waved his hand at me.

"So you arrived."

"So it seems..."

'You bastard..'

Danzel cursed internally.

He clearly remembers how Hanso stayed behind to apparently finish some kind of work.

So finding him being here faster than him, who used the carriage made him feel like he wanted to cave in his face.

'If you had a faster way of travel then why did you make me take the carriage, to begin with!?'

Nodding his head, Hanson walked towards Danzel.

"Don't worry, I just came to give you my regards for today and also find out what you might need for your...craft. Tomorrow will we talk about what I need for you."

Missing solemnly, he put his hand on the mask chin while he thought deeply of what he might need.

'Hmm...let's see."

Opening his status through the use of a mental command, he nodded his head and closed the status

"If that's the case, other than the supplies for making runes, I would have to like a [Ring of Spatial Storage], if possible a more sturdy armor and a longsword..."

Hesitating for a moment, Danzel added in.

"And if possible I would have liked two corpses with minimal damage..."

Hearing that, Hanson frowns a bit.

"Hmmm, I can prepare you the armor and the ring, but why corpses? Do you need it for your runesmithimg?"

Shakininf his head, Danzel shook his head.

"The corpses are more of a personal research..."

Hanson stared for a good long minute at Danzel were mask eyes balls.

"Alright..."

Nodding his head, Hanson passed beside Danzel and whispered at Edward who was guarding the door.

"Don't underestimate him. If he was to make any suspicious moves then make sure to either stop him or...kill him." Patting the Edwards's shoulder he soon took off.

With only the four guards including Edward and Danzel being in the room.

He gave them a brief glance before seating to one of the seats while opening his status.

'I got a little bit of 560 00 XP left, I guess trying the new rank of the runes now isn't that bad..." Danzel said as he without any hesitation pressed the purchase button.

The next moment, a total of 300 00 XP vanished in his wallet.

All for the awaiting rare-rated rune.

'Please be it an undead one...'

In front of his eyes, a new notification came before him.

[You acquired an-]