The cave with the teleport gate was a little bit warmer. It was fortunate that the cold winds did not blow into the cave.
“So this is the province of Mora.”
At an earlier time, the uncle of the Queen Natalya, Archduke Mora had ruled the province.
It had once been known for the outstanding quality of its leather and cloth and was quite prosperous, but now it had succumbed into a desolated village.
Humans were nowhere in sight, it was a ghost town!
In the capital city of the Niflheim Empire, Mordred, all the inhabitants had been killed.
Rescue the paladins, get rid of the True Blood Vampire Clan from the city, and find the Crown of Fargo.
That was all he had to do. It was a simple, easy plan.
But Weed was frustrated at the reality of it.
He was the Legendary Moonlight Sculptor.
To expect to do such a high level quest, he would need to have an amazing class to make up for the 68 levels he was short. He regretted that he had not gained more experience before returning to the ground from the flying city of Lavias.
“Now what am I going to do?”
Weed went back into the cave to ask Alveron some questions. Fortunately, the NPC Alveron had absolute trust in Weed and listened to him.
“So, before I start, I want you relax and sit down. I don’t believe that I have properly introduced myself. My name is Weed. I am older than you so address me respectfully. Okay?”
“Yes.”
Weed spoke a little bit more politely as he asked carefully.
Alveron looked like a very young and fairy like boy, so he didn’t want it to get awkward if he was overly polite.
‘A kid…’
Weed wanted to ease the difficulty of hunting the monsters.
“This is very difficult, so I will need to know what level you are…”
“It’s 320.”
“…”
The candidate for the next Pope was at an enormous level.
Weed had not known that a NPC could be so high.
Even so, priests did not have much combat ability, an area in which he excelled in.
The question this time was not about levels but about fame. From completing the quest, Weed’s fame had risen to over two thousand.
“Your level is fairly high. But I want to know how truly you have lived your life. How high is your fame?”
“Let’s see, 150,002.”
“…”
Weed tried not to sound condescending when he spoke to NPCs.
However, because Alveron looked like a little boy, he had forgotten that he was a master level candidate for the position of next high priest.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, rest for now.”
Like a good child, Alveron went and sat in the corner. Sitting in his white robe, his posture seemed to indicate that he was engrossed in a pious prayer.
“Now that the small tasks have been taken care of, it’s time to start.”
Weed laid a blanket on the floor.
Blankets were, in fact, essential items for travelling because they could prevent the chilling effects.
‘I did not realize that I needed to prepare clothes.’
Rosenheim Kingdom and Somuren Liberty City all belonged to the warmer provinces so there had been no need to carry additional clothing. He had never thought that such a difficult problem would arise from not carrying around basic travel clothing.
Weed’s body trembled as he flipped open his backpack and called out commands to retrieve items from his inventory.
He retrieved the weapons and armors worth 1 gold he had stocked up on in Liberty City.
Kwajijik!
Weed struck the breastplate with his fist firmly. He struck it several times here and there until it broke in several places. The items were cheap, with weak armor and durability, so it broke quickly.
“Now I do this.”
Weed pulled out a hammer he had bought from the blacksmith shop to repair the breastplate’s durability. With it, the power of blacksmithing and related skills increased by 10%!
He had purchased it in Somuren Liberty City.
“Repair.”
He hit it on the breastplate.
Fixing a breastplate’s durability was hard. He hammered the steel plate a few times until the damaged area was fixed.
Weed then continued to break and repair the armor.
About 10 minutes later, a message window popped up.