“Ah! What a beautiful sculpture, lately I’ve made most of them without errors.”
“What are you talking about, Pin? The brass statue you made yesterday had more dignity. How good was the “Anxious Dwarven Child” statue?”
“From a woman’s perspective, the sculpture you created today is more appealing.”
Weed created a sculpture of two people who couldn’t stop squabbling.
Herman had a profession as a Dwarven Blacksmith. At the sight of Weed making sculptures, he said.
:“You look like a Blacksmith with superior skills.”
Weed could not helped but asked.
“How did you know that?”
“If you look closely it’s obvious. You are not a native Dwarf are you?”
“Yes.”
“In this place, the most Dwarves acquaint themselves and live on. Although most other people think all Dwarves look alike, if you look closely, there’s a slight difference.”
The length of the beard, hair color, the shape of the jacket, and even to the size of the head differs according to the taste of the Dwarf. Even if other people have difficulty differentiating them, if one actually became acquainted with a Dwarf, it would be easy to tell them apart.
So Herman said while gently stroking his beard.
“While I think I know, to some extent, most of the Dwarven Sculptors who live in the Kingdom of Thor, there wasn’t one among them that looked like you.”
“It appears you know how to sculpt.”
“It’s a job without anything special involved. Speaking of sculpting, aren’t you skilled with your hands?”
“…”
“Although I trained in order to master sculpting, there was no reason for me learn other skills. While it’s hard to attain greatness, it’s probably easy to become good enough at it.”
“You can see a lot of struggling Dwarves.”
“The Dwarves who worked on Sculpting have usually dreamed those dreams and achieved it. However, the actual number of Dwarves who have done so are very few. They had their hand full with training their Sculpting skill, how can they possibly raise other skills? However, I think a person of your caliber can make it possible.”
“Why is your estimation of me so prominent?”
“Do you know how long you’ve been sitting here sculpting while eating only bread crumbs?”
Weed had not been aware of the time for hours.
“It is already the 22nd hour. Seeing your composure, patience, and remarkable skill in sculpting, I would guess that it would be unthinkable for you not to be honing other skills.”
Particularly among the Dwarven race, there were many older users.
Production, and especially the ranking of the manufacturing fields, was usually thought of as boring and irritating by most energetic youths.
Herman was an elderly user who was in his mid-40s.
Both his son and daughter worked for another kingdom, as a soldier and gardener, respectively, stopping by to visit once every three to four months. Herman lived for the the joy of mending the weapons and armor he’d crafted for them whenever they stopped by.
Besides Herman, there was a female user named Pin.
The girl with the cute name was female of the Elven race!
Unlike the extremely thin fairies, it was a female elf who had similar proportions to an adult human. Even though her job was a Shaman, when she travelled to the dwarven village, she settled down. To age her specialty; spirit wine.
Offering spirit wine to the Earth in the Thor Kingdom doubled its effects.
In order to properly age spirit wine and progress it past the Intermediate level, she had to pick a good and strong soil, offer it there, and stay put.
Since Weed was in the plaza of the Iron Hand Village and sculpted for consecutive 20 hours, he became intimate with more villagers aside from the two users.
“Art Hand, did you finish the mother-of-pearl cabinet order, yet?”
“Yes. Here’s the finished product.”
Weed handed over the remaining mother-of-pearl cabinet he made beforehand.
Although it was a bit overboard to say they were pure statues, they were only simple products. He was now able to make crafts that took a lot of skill.
Since woodworking, metalworking, various cutting techniques, crafts, and other handiwork were all related to sculpting, it was an extremely exceptional display of practical skill.
The mother-of-pearl cabinet must be detailed and comfortable to use. In that way, it required an artistic side and was not easy to make.
“Great, Art Hand! It must have been a difficult request, but I like it. You completed it meticulously as if you were part of our Dwarven clan.”
The Dwarf paid his dues and left with his mother-of-pearl cabinet.
Weed was satisfied with this transaction.
As expensive as the mother-of-pearl cabinet was, he made it back cost and more.
“Art Hand, what about the scabbard work I requested?”
“Here. I completed everything.”
“Thank you. Let’s do business again.”
Dwarves kept looking him.
“Mister, is the crane statue that I dropped and broke fixed yet? If I get caught by my mom, I’ll be in big trouble.”
“I used a high quality glue to attach the neck portion as good as it new.”
“You can’t see a scratch, right?”
“Of course.”
Weed was wrapping up all of the requests that the villagers had.
While there were also cases of people requesting a special sculpture to be made, most were trivial requests. If the Dwarves had a piece that they coveted, they raced to make it themselves instead of entrusting it on others.
However, the work that the Dwarven villagers requested did not give much rewards, fame, or intimacy.
At his skill level, if he were to focused all of this attention on the production of an occasional irritating piece it would be easily completed!
At that moment, a drunk Dwarf who was wearing a red vest walked down the path while searching for something.
“Where was it? Where can I go to recover it? There isn’t much time left before the arranged time with the man is up.”
Weed found that the eyes of the figure shone brightly.
‘I guess it is time to stop the long wait.’
There were no Dwarves in the village who knew about the Dwarven sculptor Kendellev. There would be no way the citizens of the Thor Kingdom would not conduct a search.
They were… the ones who were here since the beginning and could not settle on a form. You, who loves sculpting, the place you have to go is the Kingdom of the small beings. There will be a place where the hugely stubborn beings will feel a great amount of pride.
However, if for no other reason, this was the place that the Goddess Freya, told Weed to go to.
Weed walked up and spoke to the drunken Dwarf.
“Do you happen to be looking for some good iron ore?”
“That’s right! That’s right! How did you know that? But anyways, that’s not a big deal. But if you happen to have some iron ore on you, will you be willing to sell them to me? I know it’s a hard request. Other dwarves usually don’t ask this boldly. I’m asking since you didn’t refuse the others who are in trouble and need your help.”
– Dwarf Dane Hand’s request.
Because the lazy drunkard Dane Hand doesn’t turn in an iron ore to the forge within the designated time, he is always in trouble. Since the Dwarves greatly value honor, he will ask you to procure an ore in order to keep his promise, even it’s a somewhat unreasonable request.
Difficulty: F
Compensation: Monetary reward
Quest limit: More than 20 Grade 2 Iron ores
As Weed fulfilled the Dwarves’ requests, he had receive some ores as a reward. Dwarves generally did not give money, but ores and swords as rewards.
“I’ll get you the pieces of iron ore”
“Will you do that for me? Thanks a lot.”
– The quest has been accepted.
“I am short on time. When can I expect you to get some ores? I’m a Dwarf who values keeping promises. That means you should keep your promises and not be late.”
“I am carrying some ores right now. Let me give you the amount you need.”
Weed searched through his bag and pulled out 20 Grade 2 iron ores.
“Th, Thank you so much! With this I can keep my promise to the blacksmith Noble Hand!”
Ttiring!
-Dwarf Dane Hand’s quest completed.
Dane Hand can now return the iron ores to the Blacksmith shop.
Quest Reward: Please ask Dane Hand directly.