As the Dirtmen and Fiery Pebbles disappeared, the sounds of their exclamations were left ringing faintly in the air.
After all of the Dirtmen and Fiery Pebbles had been recalled, Weed contemplated briefly and restored his mana.
The sculpture skill of Spirit Creation.
The memories of the effort he had invested into discovering this sculpting secret flashed through his mind.
The past times when he’d been cursed for sculpting!
With his mana completely filled up, Weed stood up from his spot again.
“Summon Dirtmen. Summon Fiery Pebble!”
As the earth and fire rose, Dirtmen and Fiery Pebble were summoned again!
Weed raised his two hands straight up in the air.
“Hurray, Master Weed!”
“Hurray!”
The exhaustive brainwashing work went on all day.
The brainwashing that forced them to harbor only respect for him!
“Who am I!”
“The absolute immortal creator who took pity on our trifling selves and made our bodies.”
“What are my words?”
“They are absolute commands we must obey even if we become extinct in this land.”
“There will be no greater honour than for this trifling body to cease to exist whilst fulfilling your command.”
The next day, the place the Dirtmen were ambitiously mobilized to was Weed’s ruby mine.
“Mine them carefully. Don’t get even a single scratch on them!”
If a Spirit Creator treats the spirits as his friends, they will respect him…
Usually, one would have adventures in the Versailles Continent while being friendly to the cute and adorable spirits.
However, it was something that didn’t apply to Weed.
Like day laborers, the spirits were being called to mine rubies.