“Who is he?”
The old man pointed to a middle aged man in the corner.
“He’s Rhodium’s finest sculptor so he’s the one you need to ask about sculptor related questions. But you must have a modest sculpting level or he will not be willing to talk to you.”
“Thank you.”
Weed went up to the sculptor. He had a carving knife and was making a wood sculpture.
“Nowadays its a problem that young people have no patience. Patience is unrivaled. Patience! When things start to hurt a little or get annoying they give up and they can’t taste the pleasure of fine sculpting? Ah, tsk tsk!”
The mumbling continued endlessly.
That was probably because a large number of people started choosing sculptor recently without knowing about the hardships it entails. The sculptor poured out stirred and disinterested complaints. He tended to not raise his head when others came near.
Weed immediately initiated his flattery.
“You’re an excellent sculptor.”
“I hear that alot. I’m sick and tired of hearing it.”
For a sculptor that was the best compliment but he did not even budge.
Weed looked at the shape of the wood in his hands.
“Elven elkwood..”
“Whoa! It appears you have traveled around and learned a little bit about sculpting.”
The sculptors desires was hidden in his way of speaking. Still, the sculptor was concentrated on his work and didn’t look up.
‘Maybe it wasn’t good enough?’
Weed looked closely at the wood he was using. He had tried using the material several times. It was a bit expensive. It was also thick and hard.
‘The material itself isn’t much.’
The elven elkwood was rounded by the sculptor to make a bowl.
“In this world things need forms.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Aren’t there people out there that would rather make a commodities than works of art?”
“Then