Weed’s Return
In Morata, on the Crimson Mercenary Guild's wall, the Bounty's board was pack tightly with wanted posters.
“What, what happened?”
“Where are the good requests?”
Departing and returning adventurers flocked to the board.
Wanted: Geomchi
Bounty: 550 Gold
Crime: Corruption, Murder, Evasion
Appearance: Aged fellow
Body style is similar to a Barbarian
Known for wearing a strong odorous armor
Strength: Enough to fight on equal standing with a Hell Lord Knight. Skill and Strength are excellent
Special note: Sided with the Vampires and massacred Humans
Location last spotted: Morata South Entrance
Wanted: Geom-2-chi
Bounty: 548 Gold
Crime: Corruption, Murder, Evasion
Appearance: Could not stop his incessant laughter
Great muscular body
Known for wearing a strong odorous armor
Strength: Can hold and win a fight against five Vikings
Special note: Sided with the Vampires and massacred Humans
Location last spotted: Morata South Entrance
From Geomchi, Geom-2-chi, Geom-3-chi, and so on and so forth until Geom-505-chi.
Despite the fact that the description did not match their characteristics to a tee, their names were still exposed due to the bestowed Murderer's mark.
To reiterate, in exchange for doing quests for the Vampires, they were deemed wicked.
“They appeared yesterday and rampaged off.”
“I heard they hastily departed southward.”
A considerable number of their tracks could be witnessed.
In fact, there was an attempt to apprehend the lot.
Besides the bounty assigned; Reputation, Public Value, as well as Mercenary rating could all be obtained along with the gold. In addition, if one was lucky enough, he could steal the equipment they donned. As a result, people promptly jumped on this.
“Ah, hells.”
“We aint like that.”
“AH! girls!”
“Keugg! Even women are trying to kill me.”
Alas, the Geomchis paid little mind to their immediate situation and quickly rushed off. Whatever urgency they were in, they looked so furious as they were rushing toward the south;so much so that those tried to pursue them didn't want to stand in their path.
There were many people whose level were higher than the Geomchis in Morata. If the Geomchis had been just one or two of them, then these people would have been surrounded them. But with many of them appearing and suddenly bolted off as if they were sails with wind pushes on them, people simply backed out of the way.
And now.
From Morata’s West Gate, one person with his name inscribed in the crimson Murderer's mark approaches.
“On the subject of killers, there’s one trying to enter the town fearlessly.”
“Is he crazy?”
There’s no army in Morata. Instead, Paladins of the Freya’s Church stationed and were standing guard at every gate.
“Damn, I wanted the kill. Miss the opportunity to raise my Reputation.”
Freya’s Paladins were known to be unforgiving.
Merchants and adventurers alike were watching the oncoming person whom was without a single measure against the Paladins.
In a few moment, he will be caught by the Paladins and he will be beaten mercilessly.
Everybody have expected this since they’ve witnessed how the Freya Paladins treated the rebelling monsters and sinners near their vicinity.
However, as the Murderer advances toward them, they hoist up their swords and performed salutations as if they were greeting an aristocrat.
“May all harmonizes according to the Goddess’ will.”
The visitor too, lightly saluted back.
“May all harmonizes according to the Goddess’ will.”
Then, without a single sign of resistance from the Paladins, he casually passes through the entrance to the village.
***
Weed was the person that came into Morata.
After journeying to the Vampire Kingdom and passing the Intermediate Training Center, he returned once again to the Versailles Continent.
Wherever Weed step, people just scampered off out of his path.
“What?”
“What’s going on?”
“It’s a Murderer. A Murderer came into the town.”
“How? I know Morata has poor public security, but…aren’t there the Freya Paladins?”
“Dunno. It’s hard to believe, look there. The Paladins around the town doesn’t bother him at all.”
The crowd gathered and was pondering about the terrible fact, Weed continued his stride toward the center of the square from the entrance of the village while people continues to part.
The they all followed him immediately as he passes.
For one donning the wicked mark of a Murderer to be walking so unabashedly inside the town, they felt an intensive interest and curiosity towards Weed.
‘It has developed a lot since I left for Todoom.’
The large-scale investment of 260000 Gold!
The roads widened and were filled with decent pebbles, making it convenient for the carriages as they make their way through the streets without having to pay expensive tolls; unusual for a village.
Along the street: pubs, smithies, trading posts, textile shops have been completed. The Freya Church’s post could be seen from a distance as well. Mercenary Guild and Vigilante spot were also created, each crowded with people.
A spectacle that haven’t been seen in any other villages or provinces (in the North.)
‘The number of people have grown by a lot.’
Even before Weed left for Todoom, there was quite a lot of travelers who paid Morata a visit. But now, due to the rumors circulated by words of mouth regarding the Light Tower, a lot more people came and always set Morata as a Starting Point for their adventure in the North.
The number wasn’t as large as when Weed started in Rosenheim Kingdom, but people were filled with vigor just the same.
As for the reason, this was all due their adventurous spirit as well as their will to face challenges, along with the fact that this was the new frontier for exploration.
Splash splash splash.
A waterway was also made from the river. And in the center of the path, an artistic bridge have been made and was filled with sculptures and works of art.
All thanks to the Elder for his endless and aggressive investments into art and cultural activities; for he took the fact that Lord of Morata, Weed, was a Sculptor.
Weed was satisfied while looking at the artwork.
‘These are also nothing like cheap decorative artwork.’
But still, artwork were still dirt cheap!
Though, artists weren’t just some cheap laborers.
Sculptures, pictures, building, all are things to elevate sightseers’ satisfaction who stands before them.
The money they sprinkled on this in order to stimulate Morata's economey, in which it will eventually return back to Weed’s pocket.
There was no need for Weed to fret over this, because the travelers will in turn recompense them with money from on Morata's resident to the next.
He's like a delighted IRS agent watching the birth of a newborn!
Or the feeling the joy of a loan shark with its newly found first time customer.
Weed, who inadvertently attracted a crowd, sat down on a vacant spot in the square.
“Selling manufacturing goods. Sewing, smithing, sculpture; and although it's weak, I'll paint if am commissioned. Chaa! pick, pick! Whatever material you have in mind for custom-made work, I’ll do it.”
Weed wanted to produce items while donning Murderer mark!
Reasoning flew past the users head.
“What the, this guy.”
“I thought you can only take one, but a Tailor, Blacksmith, and a Sculptor?”
“I’d imagine he’s no good, there no prospective seen in the combination.”
The users were appalled.
While he marred with the Murderer’s mark, the users were being considerably conscious around him.
‘The Ranker i heard about.’
In the spacious Versailles Continent, it was difficult to even meet just one user with a ranking position.
They weren't viable to come across even in the Central continent’s largest provinces; for they were usually in the nearby villages or mining towns that were close to dungeons or hunting grounds.
‘He’ll be very strong.’
‘He won’t attack me all of the sudden, will he?’
They trembled in fear while following behind him, but in fact, there was no need to worry about the range in power.
The clue has been provided by the Paladins; for they politely make way as he passes and have not once made an attempt to attack.
Although, if the regular users attack Weed, they would overwhelm him and his situation would have been difficult.
As a matter of fact, there was no beginner among the Morata’s user base.
Surely, the level of those who were here wasn't as high as Weed, or are they as methodical as him; but they absolutely had the majority.
If someone made a simple pillory, things could spark into a huge event.
But as he subdue the initiative and showing no erratic behaviors, the attacking mood would simply diffuse itself.
In fact, Weed have had a lot of experiences being on this side.
Back in the days on the Continent of Magic, if the scattering of broken glass bothered him just a bit, Weed would kill all.
He would even kill the soliciting Merchants for nagging him. And there was no exception when it came to hunting grounds, as he wanted it all to himself.
There was no forgiveness even for a couple having discreet conversations in some corner of the dungeon either.
All the challengers who dared rise time and time again were crushed thoroughly.
The notoriety he had then wasn’t just there, for it had shifted in location.
‘This is why the fact that I’m 'that' Weed should not be known.’