Emerging weapons and armors using Monsters’ materials made by the craftsmen sold like hot cakes.
“By making these, I gain money and skills proficiency too.”
“Here, this place is heaven.”
The artisans were ingenuity without any distraught.
***
Mishya bought a rod from them for Staff Techniques.
“Ah, feels really good.”
She twirled it to her heart content. There was no hiding her excitement.
Recalling the first time when she bought the latest rod and was in the mood for her first hunt!
She received praises from her colleagues as she overpowers the Monsters.
Rods were longer than swords, and were useful for defense. Along with sharing about 80% of Lancing Skills, of which were widely diverse with a huge range of weapons.
When she tried to leave the center square, Mishya met Weed.
“Eek!”
It was like a school girl screaming when meeting with a pervert!
“Morata Lord!”
Mishya’s words were able to pull the attention of the people who were absorbed in their own affairs.
“Sculptor Weed.”
“Morata’s Lord has returned.”
“Wait, he doesn’t have the Murderer mark. It’s gone. His name no longer shows.”
Momentarily, the crowd all noticed that the noticeably crimson mark has disappeared.
“Ya ya. Watch your words. You’re talking about the Lord of Morata here.”
“Morata’s Lord! Ack, you’re right, I forgot.”
“A wrong word toward a Noble or a guild Master spells death, you know.”
“Lower your voice. Be careful.”
Creator of the Pyramid and the Light Tower, the Lord of Morata Weed!
In Morata, whether they’re of the trading or of the hunt, people can’t help but be wary of Weed. If they somehow seemed to be opposing in the Lord’s eyes, he can mobilize the province's entire army just for the sake of punishment. Of course, these were the cases of those who weren’t residents of Morata.
Weed looked at the square filled with people.
Because of the developments in Morata, a lot of people coming to visit meant that the town was a nice place to live.
Weed wasn’t just its loving Lord, he was just as much a user and its resident.
‘My lovely tax piggies.’
Whether they were users or the residents, he saw them as money.
Due to it being the middle of the day, a dramatic influx of users could be seen.
These people concerning about their commerce made the market an uproar.
“The method of a good ruler is to only to reveal himself during the tough times. I’m the Lord of Morata, Weed, who have made all the governing decisions. I welcome all those who have gathered.”
The reaction of the users gathered in the square wasn’t all that welcoming.
“Che, what kind decisions have you make? Every decision was done by the grandpa Elder alone. You were just playing somewhere else and just returned.”
“Earlier you were ripping people off selling the stuff.”
“I thought you were selling at the listed price but it seems to be a stretch. 'Cause comparing to the friend who knows of the right price, it wasn’t even off by a few. So why didn’t you offer the information to those who didn’t know?”
The users were getting more agitated with the increase in murmuring.
In a short period of time, he became the subject of their distrust, their Lord!
Weed can understand the suffering of politicians during those 10 minutes.
'Here, I have to be a bit more vulgar and cunning. I thought it was going to be easy tricking them by feeding them a bit. Here as well, only those that want an honest living life loses out.'
He broke out a Yell in order to quell the increasing disturbance.
“Keu..ha.heu..heuu heump! Uhh, I have a Religious Quest in Morata. I need helpers to create a colossal statue for the Freya Church. Unlimited number of people, providing free room and board! Accepting those who would work for the whole duration.”
Gathering as much workers as he can was a good thing for Weed.
But he would only take those that could shoulder the responsibility.
For the people who were busying trading, manufacturing, hunting, it wasn’t for them. Because then, the production of the statue would just be leisure work!
In aspect, those who have never participated didn’t know how much compensation there were for the sculpture quest.
“Me! I’ll do it!”
Then from behind, there was a number of beginners!
Supposedly, they were tourists, but they were those from Rosenheim Kingdom who had a hand in making the Pyramid.
Or users who heard from these guy came running together.
“If you have Porridge then I’ll join!”
“What are you going to create this time?”
“Do you remember me? I’m Lemon!”
The cute girl seemed to still be in her mid teens.
Weed navigated within himself to remember and showed her his rotten smile.
“Ahh, of course I remember. You’re the Lemon nim that moved stones 39 times to build the Pyramid. I will offer my porridge as well as Gopaegi too.”
“Yes! That’s right!”
Weed made greetings with those who returned.
***
Morata’s large-scale construction!
Ever since the first dig of the shovel, it went very smoothly.
There were 20 people who participated in the production of Rosenheim Kingdom’s Pyramid.
These Mana lacking personnel were rather lacking in comparing to the necessary number, but they wind up shoveling at a good pace.
“Do it quickly and we can eat porridge.”
“Hurray! We’re also creating something this time around.”
They were rejoicing while humming and singing along; at the same time, the more dubious participants numbering in 300s who wanted to try experiencing in sculpture creation were rather embarrassed.
“What’s so good about this to be in an uproar?”
“This isn’t even Rosenheim Kingdom ffs.”
Rosenheim Kingdom was still classified as a new kingdom.
Because a good proportion of the user base were still novices, thus it was obvious that quest sharing made them very enthusiastic.
The further lagging behind of development in the north did not have the beginner starting point option for the users. Although it was renowned for tourism following the influx of adventurers, the number was still modest.
Nevertheless, more than 300 people joined up to take on the new experience together through Weed's quest in collaboration with the Freya Church as the Lord of Morata.
Ever since the initial dig of the workers have gather, the composition of Morata's South Entrance change dramatically from then on.
***
“Well, I'll die if I go too far from the gate. Hence, that's why I'm working here.”
“I came to Morata to adjust my equipment, but between here and there, my money is meh; so receiving another hunting quest right now is too big of a risk…I figured I might as well dig, whatever this is?”
“Yulha, wanna do it together? I think it’ll be a good monument.”
“Yea, lets.”