After resting for a day, Weed started to focus on attacking the Valley of Death in the morning, right after the sun came up.
Although his condition was worse by 20% due to cold, he didn’t have the luxury to rest and fully recover himself.
“It’s common to get a cold. To avoid getting a cold in the Northern Province is only a luxury. Alveron!”
Alveron was sitting there when Weed turned around.
A dependable companion he can always trust!
As expected from the candidate of Pope, he had immense amount of holiness.
Unlike most strong characters, he was comparatively nice and obedient, he was very useful.
“Yes.”
“We’re confronting a very important battle. Bless Wah-il, Wah-thul, Wah-sam, Wah-oh, Wah-yook, Wah-chil, Geumini, and Bingryong.
“Yes, I understand.”
Weed called out the names of each and every one of the sculpture creatures.
This scrupulous consideration!
But in truth, they get sulk easily because they’re life forms full of jealousy and selfishness.
‘Just for what good did I make those kind of things.’
Weed couldn’t do anything else than to sigh whenever he looked at his sculptures.
Bottom-low intelligence!
Greed towards food!
Greed towards money and items!
They were servants he could never trust.
But sculptures couldn’t do anything about it. Like the saying children take after their parents,
their level is comparatively high thanks to Weed’s high Art stat; but Weed’s intelligence and wisdom stat are pathetically low.