“Art Hand is here to create a way of expression. To ask for new instructions in cultivating the way of art.”
“What?”
The Dwarf Instructor listened with an unbelieving look. On the face full of wrinkles, convulsions were taking place. He was stroking his beard and forgot his grumbling attitude.
“What did you just say.”
“I said I came here to learn about new techniques.”
Ungseong-ungseong.
“What did that Dwarf just say?”
“New techniques, what on earth does that mean?“
“What level of sculpting does he have?”
The Dwarves could not believe it. This is because they had yet to see a user who said that..
As sculpting mastery increased, better skills could be learnt!
Until now they had not considered bothering to learn, but at the Sculptors’ guild in the Dwarf Village, they oddly decided to come and learn. Compared to the benefits of learning the skills at other Dwarven guilds, it was not even a third of the cost.
The Dwarf Instructor guided Weed towards the Elf Neck sculpture that was on display.
“I’ll give you a chance to prove that you have the sufficient qualities of a Sculptor. Then...let me see a display of your craftsmanship.”