“Selling manufacturing goods. Sewing, smithing, sculpture; and although it's weak, I'll paint if am commissioned. Chaa! pick, pick! Whatever material you have in mind for custom-made work, I’ll do it.”
Weed wanted to produce items while donning Murderer mark!
Reasoning flew past the users head.
“What the, this guy.”
“I thought you can only take one, but a Tailor, Blacksmith, and a Sculptor?”
“I’d imagine he’s no good, there no prospective seen in the combination.”
The users were appalled.
While he marred with the Murderer’s mark, the users were being considerably conscious around him.
‘The Ranker i heard about.’
In the spacious Versailles Continent, it was difficult to even meet just one user with a ranking position.
They weren't viable to come across even in the Central continent’s largest provinces; for they were usually in the nearby villages or mining towns that were close to dungeons or hunting grounds.
‘He’ll be very strong.’
‘He won’t attack me all of the sudden, will he?’
They trembled in fear while following behind him, but in fact, there was no need to worry about the range in power.
The clue has been provided by the Paladins; for they politely make way as he passes and have not once made an attempt to attack.
Although, if the regular users attack Weed, they would overwhelm him and his situation would have been difficult.
As a matter of fact, there was no beginner among the Morata’s user base.
Surely, the level of those who were here wasn't as high as Weed, or are they as methodical as him; but they absolutely had the majority.
If someone made a simple pillory, things could spark into a huge event.
But as he subdue the initiative and showing no erratic behaviors, the attacking mood would simply diffuse itself.
In fact, Weed have had a lot of experiences being on this side.
Back in the days on the Continent of Magic, if the scattering of broken glass bothered him just a bit, Weed would kill all.
He would even kill the soliciting Merchants for nagging him. And there was no exception when it came to hunting grounds, as he wanted it all to himself.
There was no forgiveness even for a couple having discreet conversations in some corner of the dungeon either.
All the challengers who dared rise time and time again were crushed thoroughly.
The notoriety he had then wasn’t just there, for it had shifted in location.