In order to properly age spirit wine and progress it past the Intermediate level, she had to pick a good and strong soil, offer it there, and stay put.
Since Weed was in the plaza of the Iron Hand Village and sculpted for consecutive 20 hours, he became intimate with more villagers aside from the two users.
“Art Hand, did you finish the mother-of-pearl cabinet order, yet?”
“Yes. Here’s the finished product.”
Weed handed over the remaining mother-of-pearl cabinet he made beforehand.
Although it was a bit overboard to say they were pure statues, they were only simple products. He was now able to make crafts that took a lot of skill.
Since woodworking, metalworking, various cutting techniques, crafts, and other handiwork were all related to sculpting, it was an extremely exceptional display of practical skill.
The mother-of-pearl cabinet must be detailed and comfortable to use. In that way, it required an artistic side and was not easy to make.
“Great, Art Hand! It must have been a difficult request, but I like it. You completed it meticulously as if you were part of our Dwarven clan.”
The Dwarf paid his dues and left with his mother-of-pearl cabinet.
Weed was satisfied with this transaction.
As expensive as the mother-of-pearl cabinet was, he made it back cost and more.
“Art Hand, what about the scabbard work I requested?”
“Here. I completed everything.”
“Thank you. Let’s do business again.”
Dwarves kept looking him.
“Mister, is the crane statue that I dropped and broke fixed yet? If I get caught by my mom, I’ll be in big trouble.”
“I used a high quality glue to attach the neck portion as good as it new.”
“You can’t see a scratch, right?”
“Of course.”
Weed was wrapping up all of the requests that the villagers had.
While there were also cases of people requesting a special sculpture to be made, most were trivial requests. If the Dwarves had a piece that they coveted, they raced to make it themselves instead of entrusting it on others.
However, the work that the Dwarven villagers requested did not give much rewards, fame, or intimacy.
At his skill level, if he were to focused all of this attention on the production of an occasional irritating piece it would be easily completed!
At that moment, a drunk Dwarf who was wearing a red vest walked down the path while searching for something.
“Where was it? Where can I go to recover it? There isn’t much time left before the arranged time with the man is up.”
Weed found that the eyes of the figure shone brightly.
‘I guess it is time to stop the long wait.’
There were no Dwarves in the village who knew about the Dwarven sculptor Kendellev. There would be no way the citizens of the Thor Kingdom would not conduct a search.
•They were… the ones who were here since the beginning and could not settle on a form. You, who loves sculpting, the place you have to go is the Kingdom of the small beings. There will be a place where the hugely stubborn beings will feel a great amount of pride.
However, if for no other reason, this was the place that the Goddess Freya, told Weed to go to.
Weed walked up and spoke to the drunken Dwarf.
“Do you happen to be looking for some good iron ore?”