He had spent a few days on the side of the road with a carving knife and a piece of wood or stone and now he was the center of attention and envy.
He walked past the pedestrians and over to where Mapan was waiting.
"Did you wait? Let’s go then."
"Yes? Yes!"
Mapan walked with him to where Yurin was waiting.
‘There’s gotta be a deeper meaning to what Weed is doing.’
He could feel the constant cold gaze of envy.
It was a piece of armor made of a material that absorbs light. They walked endlessly. It was a special and luxurious item that only a few adventurers had and it was rare just to see one.
“He must be a great person.”
“Really, who the hell is he?”
“Perhaps he looks a little like the sculptor from before?
“No, I feel they look alike but...”
“It looks similar.”
“Yes. That’s Sculptor Weed.”
The saying birds of the same feather flock together was not wrong.
The other people could barely notice that it was Weed’s face.
The face that seemed to say poverty and need!
Weed looked rather ordinary so he was relieved that others would not recognize him. However, the pedestrians’ reactions were different.
“That armor must be fake.”
“Well, mostly. It must be coated with Mithril on the surface only or something.”
“It doesn’t even look that good.”
Weed and Mapan ignored the reaction of the people behind them and went to Yurin.
“Yurin, let’s go.”
Yurin was in the middle of painting a picture when she looked up.
“Yes, Oppa! But, your clothes...”
“Huh?”
Weed looked over his clothes slowly.
“Why do you say that? Is it because I’m wearing the Talrock armor?
“Oh, it’s nothing really. It’s just a little unique...”
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