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.
One of the party members, a Cleric of Lugh named Hines, couldn’t hold back his deeply touched feelings.
“An idol of Lugh is here…”
The sculpture’s effects!
Because of the effect that greatly increased Faith and holy magic, Hines’ hunting efficiency in Morata would greatly improve. Clerics of the Church of Freya were already enjoying this benefit. Using blessings or healing magic around the Goddess Statue increased the effect to far greater than normal.
The Goddess Freya Party, the League of Male Priests, the Guild of Abundance. It was enough to make many related guilds and parties form within Morata.
“Lots of Lugh Clerics will be coming to Morata.”
If the number of Clerics and Paladins increased, it wouldn’t be long until a formal temple was erected.
“Where is Weed?”
Hon scanned the vicinity of the Tower of Light. On top of being the shadowy night, there were so many visitors or Morata players that it was hard to distinguish anything.
Billeo pointed his finger over in a direction.
“Isn’t he over there?”
Oddly enough, only a place where people were standing in line to eat something was lit up with torchlight.
“Let’s go see for now.”
Billeo, Hon, and the others flew through the sky and landed there.
A large banner showing food menus was hung up in an eye-catching place.
“Just look at that.”
“Huh?”
Dragon Soup
120 Gold
King Hydra Black Bean Noodles
100 Gold
Skeleton Bone Hangover Soup
13 Gold
Grilled Dragon (150g for 1 serving)
380 Gold
Grilled King Hydra (100g for 1 serving
80 Gold
Place of Origin: River of Lamentations Basin. We handle fresh meat only.
“Whoa!”
Extravagant as prices may be, but the contents of the menu was what threw the party into shock.
“Come, come! It’s cheap, cheap! Everyone, you have never eaten meat like this. Dragon meat! This is a spicy soup made with Dragon meat. ”
They heard the words of the chef who was advertising.
“But it’s too expensive.”
“Still, when will you get to eat meat like this?”
“Yeah, it’s killer ’cause it’s a frickin’ Dragon soup. Right?”
Customers were standing in line to receive the cooking. There were no tables so it was a substandard business that ladled soup into bowls brought by the customers.
“Could Weed really be here?”
Hon shook his head to and fro, but unfortunately that speculation was the truth. After Billeo asked some customers waiting in line, he had told them the truth.
“They say that the chef is Weed.”
“Wargod… Weed?”
“I dunno about that, but he’s Morata’s Lord Weed.”
“Are you sure?”
“There’s a lot of people who knows about Weed.”
The residents of Morata had been employed as labor for making the enormous sculpture called the Goddess of Freya. If you put it in good terms, they had participated in the quest, and, because of that, Weed’s face was well known.
“He was supposed to be making a sculpture, so why the food?”
“Apparently a shit ton of tourists gathered while he was completing the Idol of Lugh. Morata residents and players came up here to look at Weed too. Isn’t it true that an enormous number of players have gathered on the rocky mountain?”