In the Rosenheim Kingdom. People were flocking all over him from the entire town to buy some of his sculptures."
Volk looked at the swords and armors that Weed was selling.
'Meticulous workmanship. These are decent items for beginners.'
Volk had good eyes. He could tell that the armors and swords were well made.
Then he suddenly felt that Weed's face was familiar.
"You're kidding me... It's the sculptor?
"Is it?"
Volk shook his head.
"No. There's no way I could meet him in a place like this."
Volk denied that it was Weed after seeing him.
It had been a long time so he couldn't exactly remember the face but the atmosphere that he had was nearly the same.
An elegant method of deception and tricks! The sculptor was unmistakable when he had been selling sculptures. But this person was selling swords and armor and there was no way that a sculptor could be a blacksmith and a tailor.
'The point is that it's not the same person.'