Working at the shop “Magical Trifles” develops not only dexterity, but also imagination. All those drowsy pastilles and amulets with a magic identifier are my unique inventions. But that’s absolutely not what I dreamed of. I want to work in the police! Unfortunately, I wasn’t hired to the staff—so they sent me to the dark, that is, they offered me a position as an assistant to a necromancer. Only the new employer must provide a man. I’ll have to convince, charm… and, let’s be honest—deceive. Well then, you dead-and-glueless ones, scatter! Chief necromancer, tremble! A bright assistant of a dark mage is ready to fight for the sake of peaceful, that is—worldwide—evil!