“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?”
“That’s right! That’s right! How did you know that? But anyways, that’s not a big deal. But if you happen to have some iron ore on you, will you be willing to sell them to me? I know it’s a hard request. Other dwarves usually don’t ask this boldly. I’m asking since you didn’t refuse the others who are in trouble and need your help.”
– Dwarf Dane Hand’s request.
Because the lazy drunkard Dane Hand doesn’t turn in an iron ore to the forge within the designated time, he is always in trouble. Since the Dwarves greatly value honor, he will ask you to procure an ore in order to keep his promise, even it’s a somewhat unreasonable request.
Difficulty: F
Compensation: Monetary reward
Quest limit: More than 20 Grade 2 Iron ores
As Weed fulfilled the Dwarves’ requests, he had receive some ores as a reward. Dwarves generally did not give money, but ores and swords as rewards.
“I’ll get you the pieces of iron ore”
“Will you do that for me? Thanks a lot.”
– The quest has been accepted.
“I am short on time. When can I expect you to get some ores? I’m a Dwarf who values keeping promises. That means you should keep your promises and not be late.”
“I am carrying some ores right now. Let me give you the amount you need.”
Weed searched through his bag and pulled out 20 Grade 2 iron ores.