– The Repentant Bird
A clay pigeon meditating on one leg.
Made by a nameless, obscure sculptor.
Although this is sculpture made with a remarkably polished skill and is a superior depiction, the meaning intended for this sculpture cannot be discerned.
Artistic Value: 30
– You have appreciated this work and your Art stat has risen by 1.
To gain Art stats through identification!
Whether they were drawings, famous swords, or even legendary armor dressers, they earned him a little Art stat.
‘The Art stat seems to be different from the other stats.’
Whenever he made a living sculpture or used a skill, the Art stat was consumed. However, when he was raising it again, there was a force of restoration, that gave him the feeling that the stat was a little easier to raise than others.
Albeit challenging to regain the Art stat by identifying sculptures alone, his Art stats rose twice as fast after he activated Eternal Sculpture.
[T/N: Weed is talking about the title he’s using.]
Even just by sewing with good material, his Art stat would rise. When he made anything from Blacksmithing, Art stats also increased.
‘Still, it’s not a method I can use often.’
As indicated by its name, restoring force really recovered stats quickly!
If he only consumed the Art stat and didn’t rebuild it, he wouldn’t be able to reach a higher level.
In order to restore his Art stat, Weed met with a lot of Dwarves in Kuruso.
“Art Hand, would you like a beer? I’m buying.”
“Have you perhaps joined a guild?”
There were guilds that approached him to recruit a sculptor.
Weed refused them each time.
One day, Herman who was watching the scene, said in a courteous tone.
“It would be nice if you joined our guild. Production class, eh! Though you aren’t in a production profession. Anyway, for people like us, who have crafting professions, it’s comfortable to be in a guild.”
“I know that too.”
“Then is there a special reason why you are not in a guild?”
He was caught with remorse over the fact that he was a Dark Gamer. Even when he was playing the Continent of Magic, he had always acted alone, so getting fenced in by a guild was a burden for him.
Herman’s eyes twinkled as he laughed.
“You seem to have circumstances you can’t talk about. But just because you’re in a guild doesn’t mean everyone is going to want to know your life story.”
“…”
“You don’t have to say anything you don’t want others to know, just act comfortably. And if you don’t like the guild, can’t you just leave it?”
“That may be so, but…”
“When you’re my age, the biggest regret is not having tried many different things in your youth. Can’t you regret it after you’ve tried? It’s not healthy to worry too much when you’re young.”
Weed decided.
‘If there’s a guild I can move comfortably in, then I suppose it wouldn’t be bad to try joining.’
In many ways, he might become the odd man out, but he found no reason to avoid the concept of guilds.
Even the Elder SwordNoobs didn’t make a guild and act within in it, though they were getting so famous in Rosenheim Kingdom that they might be forced to do so.
‘Though I shouldn’t need to join the Instructor’s guild.’
He was on close terms with the Elder SwordNoobs, and he also saw their faces every day. They were also registered as his friends, so he spoke with them often. There was no need to join a guild made by the SwordNoobs.
As if sensing Weed’s indecisiveness, Herman spoke up.
“Have you heard about the Travelers of the Wilderness Guild, by any chance?”
“I haven’t heard of it.”
“It’s the guild I’m in. Quite often, we hunt without speaking, and there are also those who only go on adventures…. It’s a guild made of willful people.”
“How many people are in it?”
“About twenty-five? The activity rate is on the high side. As for the age group…. There are old people like me, and there are many in their 20s, 30s, and 40s. We are not affiliated with any Kingdom, and there aren’t any initiation rites, so it’ll be easy to join. Why don’t you join our guild?”
“And if it becomes uncomfortable for me?”
“Then you can just leave.”
Weed felt that Herman’s proposal was acceptable.
‘They won’t bother me about this and that for being a Sculptor.’
Most of the guilds that tried to recruit Weed approached him knowing that he was a sculptor.
A sculpture for their guild.
That was their motivation for inviting him to a guild. It seemed that nothing of that sort would happen in Herman’s guild.
“Alright. How do I join?”
“I can invite you. It’s a privilege given to all members who has been part of the guild for over a year.”
Ding!