With sad eyes he shed a tear but forcefully spread a smile on his face!
Pain and frustration, and resignation. Resentment and anger in a rotten smile was a step forward.
Nevertheless, to people it looked like he was a person who liked a lot of people.
Then a resident who was wearing red, came holding a bowl and said.
“Have you ever made clothing of the Niflheim Empire?”
“Pardon?”
“Empire clothing are clothes that you wear when you enter an empire. It’s suitable for working, and for fighting in. It is complicated to create, and you also need special material. I know the method to create the clothing.”
The villager handed to Weed a book.
“I only give this to benefactors.”