No! I don't want to be a Super Necromancer!

Damien Bloodbane walked around the massive bazaar which had at least a few hundred people selling all their goods, completely oblivious to the fact that his fate was being 'discussed' in a very… physical manner by two powerful beings nearby.

While they walked, Damien Bloodbane quizzed the fatty about himself, dragons in general and just why in the world did he just sell his sister away.

The fatty's real name was Dracozardius Hiltogazardragan, and they both agreed that from that moment on, fatty's name would be… Fatty. 

He was surprised to find out that dragons have always existed on planet earth! They lived completely undetected by spending most of their time in their human forms.

"And boss, that's not my sister." Fatty said with a laugh. "It's an unfertilized dragon egg. It's not good for anything except for making a super sized omelet! Haha! Which reminds me though, how did you know that I am a dragon?"

"You'll know when you know." Damien Bloodbane shrugged off Fatty's question without hesitation.

"You're truly a super cool boss." Fatty marveled and exhibited his S Grade bootlicking skills. "Even the way you avoid questions is first class!"

Damien Bloodbane rolled his eyes and continued to shop.

With so many people selling, he had expected that it would be easy to find someone selling a dagger.

But for some reason, there was absolutely no dagger in sight so far.

"Hmmm? What's going on? Are daggers suddenly in demand for some reason?" Damien Bloodbane muttered to himself.

"Ah boss, are you looking for a dagger?" Fatty asked from behind him.

"Yes. A good one." Damien Bloodbane nodded as he left yet another seller empty handed.

There were only three more sellers right at the edge of the southern corner of the bazaar where the weaker sellers who could not afford a central position had set up their shop.

Sighing regretfully, Damien Bloodbane approached the three shops, fully expecting to find nothing.

As soon as he laid eyes on the first of the three shops, however, he knew he had struck gold.

The hooded young woman sitting quietly on a small stool before a variety of items spread out neatly before her on a piece of plain carpet was the first point of surprise.

[Name: Sheila Shadowbane]

[Hp: 2300]

[Mp: 5200]

[Class: Assassin - Ice Princess]

It was Sheila Shadowbane.

The pretty nurse from earlier who wanted to measure his brain activity!

The second point of surprise was simply…

"Hohoho! Boss! Look! A pair of awesome looking daggers! Finally after walking around the whole bazaar without success, we finally found the very things you need!" The fatty shouted happily, not knowing that he had just sunk any and all attempts for Damien Bloodbane to negotiate. 

Who the hell would lower their prices after hearing the damned fatty's words?

Damien Bloodbane studied the twin daggers carefully. 

They were exquisitely made.

The grip and pommel were matte black, while the blade was dull silver with a tinge of blue. To a random passerby's eye, both daggers would be less than appealing. 

But to someone who had used daggers to kill countless zergs and demons, the two daggers were definitely top notch. 

Their balance and weight were almost perfect, and they radiated a sense of bloodthirsty-ness that indicated the mastery of the forger who instilled his- or rather, her understanding of killing into the weapons. 

And to top things off, the two daggers were imbued with a trace of Ice Element. 

They were able to unleash a little bit of Ice Energy as well! It would be particularly useful as Ice Energy would slow down the enemy, and in a life or death battle, it could make all the difference in the world.

"How much for these two daggers?" Damien Bloodbane asked quietly and chose to pretend that he did not recognize Sheila Shadowbane.

A tiny surge of Ice Energy swirled around Sheila Shadowbane's neck at that moment.

A standard method to change the quality of one's voice and prevent others from identifying who she was.

"5000 dollars." A raspy but clearly feminine voice sounded from her. 

"5000 dollars?! You're a scammer! You're definitely an evil, greedy scammer who likes to squeeze innocent people out of their hard earned money!" Fatty shouted indignantly as though he himself wasn't an accomplished scammer who hadn't squeezed countless people out of their hard earned money.

"Take it or leave it." Sheila Shadowbane rasped nonchalantly. 

"You… You… Why aren't you dropping your price? Isn't the standard practice to open with an outrageous price before dropping to a more… reasonable price?" Fatty asked in sincere confusion.

Damien Bloodbane rolled his eyes in helplessness. That damned fatty dragon had probably learned how to scam people by reading a book titled "How to scam people for dummies". What a true dummy!

"This isn't a scam. Take them for 5000 dollars, or leave." Sheila Shadowbane rasped in reply.

"Ah boss. I tried my best. This scammer is too high level for me. Why don't you give it a try and see if you can get it for a cheaper price?" Fatty sighed in resignation and passed the baton to Damien Bloodbane after making a huge mess out of it.

Damien Bloodbane ignored the Fatty and continued to study the daggers while considering the situation.

If Sheila Shadowbane was the one who created the daggers and all the other equipment being sold there, then she was probably secretly practicing her forging skills.

As a Shadowbane dual majoring in Medicine and International Diplomacy as she had previously told him, she was probably groomed to be a master of poison and coercion.

There was absolutely no room for her to dabble in the extremely expensive, time consuming and difficult art of forging!

And thus the hood and hiding of her identity.

For some reason, she was doing it secretly, without her family's support.

"Did you make these daggers yourself?" Damien Bloodbane finally asked. 

There was a slight hesitation from Sheila Shadowbane before she nodded her head lightly. 

"Would you accept forging materials in exchange for these daggers?" Damien Bloodbane smiled lightly as a brilliant idea blossomed in his mind.

"Mid human grade materials and above only." Sheila Shadowbane said after another brief pause. 

"Not a problem." Damien Bloodbane nodded and turned to Fatty. 

"Boss, you have a mid human grade material that's comparable in price to 5000 dollars? That's amazing! Let me see it!" Fatty said eagerly.

"No, I don't have. But you do." Damien Bloodbane said with a sinister smile.

"I do? Really? I don't remember owning anything like that though!"

"Oh you definitely have. Lot's of it. Give me a dragon fang." Damien Bloodbane said as his smile widened slightly.

"Dra-dragon fang??" The fatty choked on his saliva and started to cough heavily.

"Go and "get it". Quick!" Damien Bloodbane glowered at him. 

"Boss!! You can't be serious! I… I am very "attached" to that dragon fang!" The fatty cried out miserably. 

"Why are you so "attached"? There are more where it came from right? Hurry up. I have something very important to do in thirty minutes!" Damien Bloodbane said in mild irritation. "I won't ask you to give it away for nothing. Do it "