Nobell Snow, young lady of Nobell family was sitting on the bed in her inn room. It wasn't a fancy room like she is used to and the smell was unpleasant although she could tell the owner tried their best to accommodate her.
She was reminiscing about how she got here, having tried her best to find help for her grandfather without success she had to look towards the shadows. She learnt of dark crafters of the underworld.
In the Golden Raiju empire, all crafters of any profession must work for the royal family. Nobody is allowed to sell artefacts above mortal grade without the permission from the royal Army.
Theoretically there are eight ranks to craft of any kind, from mortal to divine yet crafters are only allowed to sell those of the first rank of their own will, this was bound to create dissatisfaction, especially to those crafters who take pride in their art and make it their lives.
This situation is what brought about the creation of the dark crafters, those who work freely in the underworld without the tyranny of the royal family, of course if any dark Crafter is found they would be executed as well as anybody known to use their services.
Which speaks of her desperation, she had tried her best to do this the right way but those she can afford were not skilled enough and those who were were too expensive for her family.
Her grandmother had even disappeared to try and find help herself. Even in the underworld, finding someone who can help her was hard, the dark crafters were usually too expensive but they could be negotiated with and did not demand loyalty to offer their services just confidentiality.
All those she had talked to had all said the same thing, the symptoms suggest it was a mutated winter Fang serpent but she had tried it anti-venom to no avail. Just when she was about to give up a man wearing all black with only his eyes showing approached her.
He said he knows somebody who might help but he is a bit peculiar, which was a strange thing to say about a dark Crafter, aren't all of these daredevils peculiar, although they are not as evil as she was made to believe which is something she learnt after interacting with them they are still a strange bunch.
The man made her touch a crystal ball and state her name and what she wanted. He then gave her a black coin and directions and what to say when she get there which she guessed was a code of some sort, makes sense since you can't just order from a dark crafter without some secret code.
Things after that were a bit of a blur but tonight she was going to meet this crafter. Honestly she was nervous, this was her last hope and she really hoped he wouldn't disappoint her or ask for a price she could not afford.
While she was lost in her thoughts, there was a knock on the door, young miss, it is time, said a deep voice of Sebas, her guard. Coming,she replied, standing up and fixing her dress, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
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Fabro was dressed in full plate black armour with a black flowing cape behind him.Yamiko and Yamino stood on his right and left, both dressed in black silky tight pants a black top and cape. They looked like two shorter versions of that vampire lady from that movie with vampires and werewolves but they didn't have guns but knives instead and lower face masks.
I wonder what a movie is,since a young age Fabro had been getting fragmented pictures as if they were momories of another life and the stronger he get the clearer they get. Although some of them still makes no sense like what a movie is.
And as for a gun, he knows it a weapon but from his memories they seemed too weak to be counted as weapons but then again he has a feeling people in that world were much weaker than people here, infact even mortals here seemed to be a bit stronger than the strongest people he saw from his memories.
The three of them left the restaurant and headed towards the location they had given the customer through the slip. They passed by people, although it was late at night there were still people on the street yet not a single one of them saw them, wherever they passed the light seemed to dim and shadows danced. The left through the front gate yet the guards were none the wiser.
They arrived at the location and from afar they could a lady walking with a giant man in a suit of armour, he was even taller than Fabro and much bigger too. The two of them approached and stood 5 metres away. The lady was absolutely stunning, exactly his type which got him grinning although nobody could see his magnificent teeth through this stupid helmet.
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While that was happening Vulcar was seething in his room, nothing had been going well for him today, first he was humiliated by the the disregard of that bitch and disrespected by a mere a servant.
When last had him Vulcar the infernal prince suffered like this. This has not happened since he was a kid. He was born of a maid, hated by both his siblings and father as a bastard, he had to fight and claw his way through everything to prove his worth to his father unlike his siblings who had everything from birth and are still worthless.
Ever since then, his father had shown him respect, his siblings cowered in his presence and he had earned the title of this towns prince yet he was still disrespected by a servant and told to not to do anything about it, this was infuriating to the core but he dared not disobey his father.
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Greetings to the Lord of vanity, said the lady standing before him. He really hated that title and wondered why the voice of the world would even give it to him, he was the most humble, kind and stunningly gorgeous man in the empire, no no no, in the entire world.
Greetings to you lady of the snow, I assume you know the services of a dark one comes a great cost, are you willing to bear such a cost? He asked in a very cool voice if he says so himself.