The words he heard in fragments! Bits and pieces were cut off because of the wind.
Weed tried putting the pieces together to get the meaning of the conversation.
His life was one of his survival senses. By simply seeing the boss’ expression, he could tell if his wage was going to come safely or be withheld.
‘They did that many. Dunno know what that is, but seems like it was about they what were doing with the ghosts in the River of Lamentations… Utilize the sculptures. They’re probably using them to give evil power to the ghosts in the River of Lamentations.’
There could be no other reason for them to be using the sculptures.
The River of Lamentations was becoming increasingly filthy downstream and the spirits were suffering. He had to assume they were interfering with the negative power the sculptures gave off.
“.. Time is like this.”
“Replacement… get a break.”
“Fresh sheep’s blood…”
The Dark Knights’ guard duty was rotated.
Weed silently waited as the next Dark Knights stood guard.
“The wind is strong.”
“The weather is bad… Caltrops emerged…”
They only spoke one or two words in an hour! And they were only talking about things unrelated to the ritual the Priests were performing.
Weed withdrew to the place where Death Knight and Smith were hiding. And when he took out the figure of Death, he saw it was shedding tears.
“No way… Identify!”
It looked like a horse. The relic of the Matallost church opened its mouth. The voice of an old man could be heard.
– Listen.
This is the history of the Matallost church who guides the dead.
The Matallost church lost its influence to the other churches. Then, it formed an alliance with the Embinyu Church while dreaming of revenge.
The Embinyu Church is a cult who worshipped demons knowing nothing but hatred.
“Use the power you have. Keke!”
“Make it so the Versailles Continent cannot help but worship the Matallost Church.”
“Our sole desire is destruction. We will help.”
The Matallost church became corrupted.
They neglected their duty to guide the dead and became the eleventh sect of the Embinyu Church.
They trained Demonic Spirits, becoming an evil army that would trample the Versailles Continent.
Cleanse the River of Lamentation, the source of their power.
If the River of Lamentation is purified, the Demonic Spirits will lose their power.
Ding!
The Fight Against the Embinyu Church
Stop the deeds of the Embinyu Church, from attempting to stain the continent with evil.
As the Embinyu Church’s ritual progresses, the Versailles Continent will fall into chaos. In order to prevent the progression of their ritual, change the sculptures in the River of Lamentation basin.
Note, if you destroy the sculptures, you will be pursued by the Dark Knights.
Quest is linked to Rescue the Prisoners of the Matallost Church, Eradicate the Embinyu Church’s 11th Sect, and the Matallost Church’s Long-Cherished Wish.
Difficulty: Sculptor-limited Quest
Reward: Will be recorded as a great work of sculpting. Favor of all the churches in the Versailles Continent, except the Embinyu Church, will increase. An honorable title.
Quest Limit: If the Resurrection Army and Embinyu Church destroy the Versailles Allied Forces, the quest will automatically be cancelled.
Weed’s eyes brightened.
“Looks like this is the start of yet another chain quest.”
A Sculptor quest!
it was a following quest he received after getting the Statue of Death.
If he accepted this quest and succeeded, a chain quest would continue after he interfered with and destroyed the Embinyu Church’s ritual.
It also meant this was really the starting point of the quest.
Weed did not reject the challenge.
“I will attempt it.”
– You have accepted the quest.
* * *
The River of Lamentation’s basin!
Monsters and Demonic Spirits were overflowing even a little way off the riverside. It was no exaggeration to say this was the worst hunting ground.
Thin physiques so scrawny, there were only bones left and monsters with dark blue skin radiating electricity!
Hellish monsters were wandering about en masse.
Since the monsters and Demonic Spirits were fighting, Weed couldn’t escape to a safe spot in the riverside either.
“Though the monsters are at the very least in their late 300s…”
The weakest monsters on the river bank were about that level.
The weather was drab, and if there was fog in the air, the electricity the monsters radiated would be formidable in power.
Weed tried an experiment.
“Death Knight, attack!”
“Okay. Master!”
He verified Death Knight couldn’t last 10 minutes before dying after engaging two or three of them!
Since he couldn’t leave the area near the River of Lamentations, it was impossible to guess what kind of monsters he would encounter if he traveled further.
Death Knight could keep reviving since he was a Knight of Death, but he was severely weakened for awhile.
Weed meekly raised his carving knife.
“I should do this slowly, step by step.”
He went to work on the mother Orc with the chopped off head who was holding the child.
The work of creating and attaching the mother Orc’s head!
Since he had to positively change nearly a thousand sculptures on the River of Lamentation’s basin, even Weed could call this a great work in history.
It was when he was making a warmly laughing mother Orc’s head.
The Orc’s eyes gained a sharp, piercing look, and hunger surged in the eyes as they looked down on the child.
Eyes that looked like it wanted to eat its own child!
Its head looked like it was going to make the baby Orc die of a heart attack while breast feeding it.
He had ascertained plenty of the unique sense of beauty with Orc Karichwi, but because his head was full of distracting thoughts, he couldn’t make the sculptures like he wanted.
“This won’t do.”
Weed set down his carving knife.
It wasn’t because he didn’t dare change the thousand sculptures on the River of Lamentation’s basin, or because the ghosts within the river were wailing and the sculptures looked terrifying on the foggy riverside.
The monsters!
He couldn’t ignore the Embinyu Church’s Priests and Dark Knights and while sculpting. It was like telling a growing elementary school kid in his prime to ignore the meat on his plate and only eat the vegetables.
Desire for experience and items. It boiled within Weed until he couldn’t bear it anymore.
Copious strong monsters and items. He couldn’t leave those monsters alone and sculpt an Orc’s head.
With explosively rising thirst, Weed raised his carving knife again. His plan wasn’t to correct the sculptures on the River of Lamentations basin, but to create an entirely new sculpture.
*Slice* *Slice*!
He was making a sculpture by hewing the darkness.
Making a huge sculpture out of stone was the method he was used to. Unexpectedly, he couldn’t cut the brittle, porous stone easily.
“I must make a mount first.”
He recalled back when he had been a Skeleton Knight.
The Skeleton Knight alone had managed the battle he’d been transported to from the Tower of Heroes.
The tremendous acceleration he’d had while riding his horse on the plains in the historical Palrangka battle!
There was no obstacle for a Knight’s gallop.
When he charged, his attack cleaved through monsters. Given a horse, Knights became at least 3 or 4 times more powerful.
“I may be a Sculptor, but I can run.”
He didn’t have a special skill like a Knight did, but even if he didn’t have a skill that allows him to become one with a horse, he was still able to run.
It was also common for Mercenaries to have their own horse once they grew to some extent.
“Even so, I don’t need to bother to sculpt a horse.”
Weed did not want something weak like a horse.
A horse was fast, but didn’t have very high endurance. They behaved differently in variable moods. They were also often afraid of fire, lightning, ghosts, and the like.
He wasn’t a Knight specialized in horses anyway.
“The best of mounts is that after all.”
Weed was a Korean citizen.