“Weed is the Lord of Morata!”
Among the players who enjoyed hunting and adventuring in Morata, a considerable number of the hunting parties had a great interest in Weed. They had come to the North from the Central of the Continent for stronger monsters and quests.
Tourists or beginners, who had just started, did not care much about the Wargod Weed. They knew Weed was a famous person, but they didn’t have much interest in him.
However, for warriors, Weed was a subject of respect or a rival they wanted to overcome.
“Let’s go see Weed.”
“Do you happen to know where Weed is?”
The news got out early, but they were late to return because they had gone out on an expedition in a hunting ground that was quite far away, even for the North. A fighting party that had just returned from the hunting ground asked around about Weed’s whereabouts in the village.
There was a Merchant who knew about Weed.
“Lord Weed?”
“Yes, that Weed.”
“Ah, so you came to sightsee. He is making a sculpture on the rocky mountain over there.”
“A sculpture?”
“Yes, it’s an extremely time consuming and tedious process, so try going over there the day after tomorrow if you can.”
At the Merchant’s words, the Warrior, Hon, tilted his head. “He’s making a sculpture?”
The Paladin, Billeo, replied in a slightly tense voice. “There is talk that his profession is a Sculptor.”
“I heard that the Lord of Morata was a Sculptor too. But him being a Sculptor is ridiculous. At least, the Weed we saw didn’t have such a personality.”
They had died quite a few times at the hands of Weed in the Continent of Magic. Of course, their levels in the Continent of Magic had been a little over the medium range, so they could at least keep up when fighting with their guild.
The sight of Weed, who had slaughtered enemies with unparalleled efficiency!
Hon spoke in disbelief. “To say he’s a Sculptor… unlike the rumors, maybe he’s not Wargod Weed?”
The Warrior, Garrick, stepped forward first. “We’ll know when we see him. Isn’t it useless for us to be talking here like this?”
A hunting party of 7, including Hon, Billeo, and Garrick, left for the rocky mountain.
It was a party that gathered the players at the peak of even Morata! Even the Cleric’s level was over 300, and his robes fluttered as he ran.
They had been in Morata for quite a while, so they knew easily the location of the rocky mountain where the sculptures were. Since the Tower of Light was there, even they always went there when they came to Morata.
“For the Lord of the village that we have been using as a base to be the Wargod Weed, it’s really above our imaginations.”
“More than that, for us to have hunted while looking at sculptures he made, should we be thankful or something?”
It was as confusing as being smashed by a blunt weapon from afar.
There were many tourists and beginner players on the road towards the rocky mountain. The beginner players were moving towards the mountain with laughter blossoming on their faces!
“Wow, this is really the best.”
“Man, it was a really, really good idea to start in Morata. It’s probably just us who can hunt while looking at sculptures such as these.”
They could fully understand the beginner players’ feelings. The village Hon had started in, was a desolate mining town. He had purposefully chosen the sparse mining town in order to grow faster than others. He did go to a big city later, but even there, he had no real memories of seeing artworks. After hearing the rumor that the Pyramid sculpture had been made in the Rosenheim Kingdom, he had even been a little jealous. For beginners who had lots of insufficiencies, how great of a help would it have been to have the awe of the sculptures at their backs?
“The Tower of Light alone is incredible.”
The party, which included Hon, followed behind the procession that was climbing up the rocky mountain. There were many people going up the mountain, and it just happened to be when the sun was about to set. Since the Tower of Light at night could be called the king of specialties, players in Morata never failed to seek it. Magicians didn’t stand in line and used flying magic to soar past and incite envy.
Garrick suggested, “Why don’t we also fly instead of going like this?”
“Shall we?”
The Magician Easton cast flying magic and the party members floated into midair. At that, players swarmed over.
“Magician sir, can’t you give me a little flying magic too?”
“Please float us up too! Magician sir, we beg you.”
“Magician sir!”
Easton became popular with flying magic alone. His popularity was no less than a famous celebrities’! Seeing that countless players had gathered around Easton from midair, Hon nodded.
“We’ll be going first.” They had cleanly given up on Easton. “He’ll probably come after us on his own, since he’s a Magician.”
The party members went up the mountain in midair with the flying magic.
Besides the Tower of Light, yet another enormous sculpture had been completed on the rocky mountain.
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