Chapter 113 Quick Job



"Ah, I like your words funny bone, read over this contract and sign it if you see no issue, again, I am a professional, don't listen to people saying that I am a lunatic who only lives for murder and bloodshed!

I am a pretty girl, and I have never bathed in blood, or hugged decapitated heads, and I have certainly never done a blood angel because I miss the snow!" she overshared as Loimos read over the very simple contract, which was written in blood, the undead was able to tell many things others may not have been capable of.

The blood she had written this contract with was her own, which wasn't surprising since every thing she was wearing, as well as the dagger she had swung around also contained traces of her blood, hair and flesh within them.

Whether it was an act of eccentricity without meaning, or if it was actually for practicability purposes was hard to tell.

Seeing nothing wrong with the contract, he signed it, obviously, it wasn't just a regular piece of parchment, it actually bound the two parties to fulfil their vows, The Death Dealer was positively excited at the moment, how long had it been since she had gotten a job where she was directly supposed to go on a crazy slaughter?

If she went for the guards during the day, she would totally be allowed to slaughter every single pedestrian around.

"Cheers to the upcoming bloodbath! Let's start with my last target, what do you know?" she kicked her chair into the distance, shook Loimos's mushy hand and led the way outside, it was still dark, but still various lights peering through windows to the outside.

The undead asked her about the target in question, and The Death Dealer gave a detailed description, she hadn't skipped on her homework, the last mage on her list was a young man practising wind spells and apparently went around with a living proof of his crime, as he had some sort of wolf beastfolk as his familiar, and since it wasn't a beastfolk of the monstrous sort, it wasn't allowed in the least to have them as a familiar.

Life force going underground and then disappearing from the undead's senses weren't exactly common, it had only happened twice in Weafewand, and the first occurrence had been interrupted by the assassin, the second one however...

Leading her to the spot right above where the signature had gone invisible, with this knowledge, it didn't take long for The Death Dealer to discover the way in, with her expertise, she uncovered the secret hatch hidden right behind a potion shop.

"Shucks"

"Do you still have money? I got hungry again"

"I do not"

She put her hands on her hips, now standing amidst a completely barren room, the musk of recent coitus still hanging in the air, thankfully, the pleasant stench of blood and death was stronger.

The Death Dealer always felt serene in such an ambiance, but with Loimos standing there, perfectly still since there was no need to feint signs of life, it was a bit hard to relax.

"Say, who's the lucky girl?" she pointed at the bloody kiss imprint on his mask. Stay connected through empire

"A vampire"

"Wait, it's actually directed at you? I thought you had just stolen the mask as is, you dirty bone sack, you're actually a player! You go around looking like the deadest of the dead, but you don't hesitate to try and score at every occasion, heh?"

Her words bore no effect, much to her displeasure, Loimos was an awful conversation partner, anytime he said something humorous, it was purely accidental and unintended, he was like those people that only spoke of work all day long, except that his job was eradication of life.

"May I inquire on how you forge your arms and equipment?" though, the similarity in what he had been attempting for a while and the apparent way Maliah created her belongings was hard to miss, he could learn something useful from her, surely.