***
"You’re kidding.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then what?”
“There’s no way.”
Weed was being a bit excessive.
High level warrior.
He was wearing armor that was made out of mithril.
“Armor like that has high level restrictions.”
“He must be high leveled.”
The way other people saw Weed changed.
He had spent a few days on the side of the road with a carving knife and a piece of wood or stone and now he was the center of attention and envy.
He walked past the pedestrians and over to where Mapan was waiting.
"Did you wait? Let’s go then."
"Yes? Yes!"
Mapan walked with him to where Yurin was waiting.
‘There’s gotta be a deeper meaning to what Weed is doing.’
He could feel the constant cold gaze of envy.
It was a piece of armor made of a material that absorbs light. They walked endlessly. It was a special and luxurious item that only a few adventurers had and it was rare just to see one.
“He must be a great person.”
“Really, who the hell is he?”
“Perhaps he looks a little like the sculptor from before?
“No, I feel they look alike but...”
“It looks similar.”
“Yes. That’s Sculptor Weed.”
The saying birds of the same feather flock together was not wrong.
The other people could barely notice that it was Weed’s face.
The face that seemed to say poverty and need!
Weed looked rather ordinary so he was relieved that others would not recognize him. However, the pedestrians’ reactions were different.
“That armor must be fake.”
“Well, mostly. It must be coated with Mithril on the surface only or something.”
“It doesn’t even look that good.”
Weed and Mapan ignored the reaction of the people behind them and went to Yurin.
“Yurin, let’s go.”
Yurin was in the middle of painting a picture when she looked up.
“Yes, Oppa! But, your clothes...”
“Huh?”
Weed looked over his clothes slowly.
“Why do you say that? Is it because I’m wearing the Talrock armor?
“Oh, it’s nothing really. It’s just a little unique...”
"...."
Blatantly showing off his armor!
In fact, he had worn the armor so that his sister could be proud of him. Weed, Mapan, and Yurin walked towards the center where they heard the people chattering.
“Did you see the vacant lot in the center? Where are you preparing to go hunt at?”
“The party has Orcs, a high level trader, and Geomchis...what quest is it?”
“I heard Sculptor Weed is coming too.”
They had already seen the battle against the dragon that was aired on the television.
A bunch of muscular guys fought together closely in a group, mainly using swords. The Geomchis were not unknown.
Many had become famous by going around challenging people in the pursuit of martial arts.
Now the people’s attentions were focused since the Geomchis had now gathered in Morata and were now ready to leave for somewhere.
“That’s an enormous amount of supplies!”
“Has a new hunting ground developed near Morata?”
“I don’t know, maybe.”
If you came to the northern village of Morata then you shouldn’t be a beginner. Most of them caught on quickly and realized something was going on.
They noticed the strange signs that were going on in the village.
The massive hoarding of groceries and the Geomchis were gathering!
Not to mention Pale’s conspicuous party adorned with pretty good weapons and armor.
The third fact was by far the most attention grabbing.
The new Orc species!
Orcs could speak human tongue and they traveled between villages, but this was the first time they have seen one.
“It’s really ugly.”
“Look at the ass. Every step is like a joke.”
“It’s bigger than my head!”
Seechwi felt delighted.
It was more comfortable for her now that people could approach her more easily rather than looking cool and glamorous like an ice queen.
“Look at this! Chwichwit chwiit!”
“Those nasal sounds!”
Weed, Mapan, and Yurin went to the vacant lot in the center to see that it was overflowing with thousands of onlookers. Because of the rumors people had come from all over Morata.
All sorts of people were waiting to see where they were going to go; from adventurers, travelers, hunters, clerics, and bards.
Surka felt awkward from all of this attention.
“These people are really looking at us a lot.”
She moved away and hid behind Irene. She could never handle so many people focusing their attention on her.
“It’s still less than the number of people in Rosenheim, but it’s growing fast.
They agreed about that.
“Yeah, doesn’t it feel exhilarating to explore a new part of the continent?”
Morata was the key city in the North!
Over a thousand people came a day and they were always going off on adventures in new hunting grounds.
People were currently active in exploring the North and the number was increasing. They came in earnest from the central continent and soon the number of people in the north will be equal to everywhere else.
There were approximately 50000 users in the North. Given the large size of the continent, the remote areas were largely unexplored. People would form parties to go on quests, hunting, or adventures. A lot of people would gather in the cities to share information. Other people rushed to Morata to sightsee.
Looking around, Weed asked.
“Are you all prepared to go?”
“Yes.”
“Yea!”
Hwaryeong and Zephyr replied confidently.
Pale lightly patted Maylon on the shoulder.
“No matter what danger we’re in, I will protect you.”
“I’ll always trust Pale-nim.”
Romuna, Irene, and Surka were also ready to go.
More often than not, they would go with Weed to hunt. The feeling of being short of breath and the excitement in their chests.
Irene’s eyes were twinkling.
‘Whenever you go hunting with Weed, something interesting always happens.’
Every time someone died, priests would always feel sad about it.
Weed’s rate of hunting was 2~3 times faster than normal. However, such high paced hunting was always rewarding.
‘I have to do my part...so that no one dies.’
On the other hand, the Geomchis did not seem to be nervous at all.
“Ahem! Departure is taking quite some time.”
"Since it’s taking some time are we going to eat?"
Weed shook his head.
“That’s not it. We’re leaving soon.”
They were about to leave.
The onlookers were waiting to see what they were going to do with anticipation in their eyes.
Morata’s village elder quickly ran up to him.
“Count!"
The village elder called out to Weed.
"Did he say Count?"
"Did he call him the Count?"
The surprised onlookers were in an uproar. A user was the Count of Morata! But even more surprising for them was that the village elder called Weed the Count.
“I don’t believe it!”
“A sculptor has never made it to even a Baron or Viscount but he’s a Count.”
"If he’s the Count of Morata, then that means he’s the ruler of the entire province."
Looking around, Weed replied.
“Village elder, if you make such a fuss then you’ll trouble the village guards.”
He took on the personality as if he was a character in a historical drama.
Counts were considered one of the highest of the nobility. They had more authority than almost everyone in the kingdom.
The village elder said.
“The village is almost out of food.”
"..."
“Due to the increase in the number of tourists and residents, there is not enough land so we need to expand. You have to build a trading post for the commercial development of stores for grocery and fabric exchange.”
Weed was listening to this story and realized that it was dangerous.
He could only come to one conclusion.
‘Money! It could only be that he’s asking me for money.’
The village elder was shedding tears.
“We need money. There must be more funds to invest in building and repairing houses for the town.”
Zephyr and Pale felt bad for the village elder.
‘It’ll be hard to get money out of Weed with that kind of story.’
‘It’s impossible. You have a higher chance of finding a whale in a well than getting money from Weed.’
Instead it would have been better for the village elder to talk to Mapan about such matter. Traders often collected money and would usually be able to spend about a thousand gold. But then the unthinkable happened.
“Oh! If you only needed money then why didn’t you just say so earlier?”
Weed let out a long sigh as he opened his backpack. He then pulled out all of his money.
By saving his money by using it as little as possible, he managed to save 30,000 gold. By selling the gold and silver treasures of the Nifleheim Empire, he managed to earn 230 thousand gold.
That meant he had a total of 260 thousand gold.
He handed every single bit of it over to the village elder.
“If you must, try to use as much money as necessary for the residents.”
“Is, is this really okay? This is far too much money..”
“Of course. It is your responsibility to judge Morata’s needs.”
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
Ttiring!
Large scale investment in the Morata Province.It will allow Morata to flourish to the days of the old Nifleheim Empire!Its past glory was long gone in the flow of time leaving it bare and starving.
Only its residents and frail houses remained.
But now these new investment will fund the effort for the residents to become diligent citizens.
For three months, productivity will increase by 30%.
The area of the village will expand.
Use of the castle has become available.
The population growth rate has improved.
Buildings will be constructed immediately depending on the characteristics of Morata.
Bar :
Increases tax revenue and satisfaction of residents but affects Public Security adversely.
Blacksmith :
Increases the technology of the town. Increases the productivity of the residents.
Trading Post:
A place where you can trade with merchants. Brings in tax revenue as well as supplement the town’s needs.
Inn:
A place where travelers can stay. Travelers become more lively than if you simply left them in the village.
Textiles :
Cloth weaving and leather polishing. Morata’s specialty increases the amount of leather and textile related quests.
Vigilantes :
Residents will form groups to prot
***
"You’re kidding.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then what?”
“There’s no way.”
Weed was being a bit excessive.
High level warrior.
He was wearing armor that was made out of mithril.
“Armor like that has high level restrictions.”
“He must be high leveled.”
The way other people saw Weed changed.
He had spent a few days on the side of the road with a carving knife and a piece of wood or stone and now he was the center of attention and envy.
He walked past the pedestrians and over to where Mapan was waiting.
"Did you wait? Let’s go then."
"Yes? Yes!"
Mapan walked with him to where Yurin was waiting.
‘There’s gotta be a deeper meaning to what Weed is doing.’
He could feel the constant cold gaze of envy.
It was a piece of armor made of a material that absorbs light. They walked endlessly. It was a special and luxurious item that only a few adventurers had and it was rare just to see one.
“He must be a great person.”
“Really, who the hell is he?”
“Perhaps he looks a little like the sculptor from before?
“No, I feel they look alike but...”
“It looks similar.”
“Yes. That’s Sculptor Weed.”
The saying birds of the same feather flock together was not wrong.
The other people could barely notice that it was Weed’s face.
The face that seemed to say poverty and need!
Weed looked rather ordinary so he was relieved that others would not recognize him. However, the pedestrians’ reactions were different.
“That armor must be fake.”
“Well, mostly. It must be coated with Mithril on the surface only or something.”
“It doesn’t even look that good.”
Weed and Mapan ignored the reaction of the people behind them and went to Yurin.
“Yurin, let’s go.”
Yurin was in the middle of painting a picture when she looked up.
“Yes, Oppa! But, your clothes...”
“Huh?”
Weed looked over his clothes slowly.
“Why do you say that? Is it because I’m wearing the Talrock armor?
“Oh, it’s nothing really. It’s just a little unique...”
"...."
Blatantly showing off his armor!
In fact, he had worn the armor so that his sister could be proud of him. Weed, Mapan, and Yurin walked towards the center where they heard the people chattering.
“Did you see the vacant lot in the center? Where are you preparing to go hunt at?”
“The party has Orcs, a high level trader, and Geomchis...what quest is it?”
“I heard Sculptor Weed is coming too.”
They had already seen the battle against the dragon that was aired on the television.
A bunch of muscular guys fought together closely in a group, mainly using swords. The Geomchis were not unknown.
Many had become famous by going around challenging people in the pursuit of martial arts.
Now the people’s attentions were focused since the Geomchis had now gathered in Morata and were now ready to leave for somewhere.
“That’s an enormous amount of supplies!”
“Has a new hunting ground developed near Morata?”
“I don’t know, maybe.”
If you came to the northern village of Morata then you shouldn’t be a beginner. Most of them caught on quickly and realized something was going on.
They noticed the strange signs that were going on in the village.
The massive hoarding of groceries and the Geomchis were gathering!
Not to mention Pale’s conspicuous party adorned with pretty good weapons and armor.
The third fact was by far the most attention grabbing.
The new Orc species!
Orcs could speak human tongue and they traveled between villages, but this was the first time they have seen one.
“It’s really ugly.”
“Look at the ass. Every step is like a joke.”
“It’s bigger than my head!”
Seechwi felt delighted.
It was more comfortable for her now that people could approach her more easily rather than looking cool and glamorous like an ice queen.
“Look at this! Chwichwit chwiit!”
“Those nasal sounds!”
Weed, Mapan, and Yurin went to the vacant lot in the center to see that it was overflowing with thousands of onlookers. Because of the rumors people had come from all over Morata.
All sorts of people were waiting to see where they were going to go; from adventurers, travelers, hunters, clerics, and bards.
Surka felt awkward from all of this attention.
“These people are really looking at us a lot.”
She moved away and hid behind Irene. She could never handle so many people focusing their attention on her.
“It’s still less than the number of people in Rosenheim, but it’s growing fast.
They agreed about that.
“Yeah, doesn’t it feel exhilarating to explore a new part of the continent?”
Morata was the key city in the North!
Over a thousand people came a day and they were always going off on adventures in new hunting grounds.
People were currently active in exploring the North and the number was increasing. They came in earnest from the central continent and soon the number of people in the north will be equal to everywhere else.
There were approximately 50000 users in the North. Given the large size of the continent, the remote areas were largely unexplored. People would form parties to go on quests, hunting, or adventures. A lot of people would gather in the cities to share information. Other people rushed to Morata to sightsee.
Looking around, Weed asked.
“Are you all prepared to go?”
“Yes.”
“Yea!”
Hwaryeong and Zephyr replied confidently.
Pale lightly patted Maylon on the shoulder.
“No matter what danger we’re in, I will protect you.”
“I’ll always trust Pale-nim.”
Romuna, Irene, and Surka were also ready to go.
More often than not, they would go with Weed to hunt. The feeling of being short of breath and the excitement in their chests.
Irene’s eyes were twinkling.
‘Whenever you go hunting with Weed, something interesting always happens.’
Every time someone died, priests would always feel sad about it.
Weed’s rate of hunting was 2~3 times faster than normal. However, such high paced hunting was always rewarding.
‘I have to do my part...so that no one dies.’
On the other hand, the Geomchis did not seem to be nervous at all.
“Ahem! Departure is taking quite some time.”
"Since it’s taking some time are we going to eat?"
Weed shook his head.
“That’s not it. We’re leaving soon.”
They were about to leave.
The onlookers were waiting to see what they were going to do with anticipation in their eyes.
Morata’s village elder quickly ran up to him.
“Count!"
The village elder called out to Weed.
"Did he say Count?"
"Did he call him the Count?"
The surprised onlookers were in an uproar. A user was the Count of Morata! But even more surprising for them was that the village elder called Weed the Count.
“I don’t believe it!”
“A sculptor has never made it to even a Baron or Viscount but he’s a Count.”
"If he’s the Count of Morata, then that means he’s the ruler of the entire province."
Looking around, Weed replied.
“Village elder, if you make such a fuss then you’ll trouble the village guards.”
He took on the personality as if he was a character in a historical drama.
Counts were considered one of the highest of the nobility. They had more authority than almost everyone in the kingdom.
The village elder said.
“The village is almost out of food.”
"..."
“Due to the increase in the number of tourists and residents, there is not enough land so we need to expand. You have to build a trading post for the commercial development of stores for grocery and fabric exchange.”
Weed was listening to this story and realized that it was dangerous.
He could only come to one conclusion.
‘Money! It could only be that he’s asking me for money.’
The village elder was shedding tears.
“We need money. There must be more funds to invest in building and repairing houses for the town.”
Zephyr and Pale felt bad for the village elder.
‘It’ll be hard to get money out of Weed with that kind of story.’
‘It’s impossible. You have a higher chance of finding a whale in a well than getting money from Weed.’
Instead it would have been better for the village elder to talk to Mapan about such matter. Traders often collected money and would usually be able to spend about a thousand gold. But then the unthinkable happened.
“Oh! If you only needed money then why didn’t you just say so earlier?”
Weed let out a long sigh as he opened his backpack. He then pulled out all of his money.
By saving his money by using it as little as possible, he managed to save 30,000 gold. By selling the gold and silver treasures of the Nifleheim Empire, he managed to earn 230 thousand gold.
That meant he had a total of 260 thousand gold.
He handed every single bit of it over to the village elder.
“If you must, try to use as much money as necessary for the residents.”
“Is, is this really okay? This is far too much money..”
“Of course. It is your responsibility to judge Morata’s needs.”
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
Ttiring!
Large scale investment in the Morata Province.It will allow Morata to flourish to the days of the old Nifleheim Empire!Its past glory was long gone in the flow of time leaving it bare and starving.
Only its residents and frail houses remained.
But now these new investment will fund the effort for the residents to become diligent citizens.
For three months, productivity will increase by 30%.
The area of the village will expand.
Use of the castle has become available.
The population growth rate has improved.
Buildings will be constructed immediately depending on the characteristics of Morata.
Bar :
Increases tax revenue and satisfaction of residents but affects Public Security adversely.
Blacksmith :
Increases the technology of the town. Increases the productivity of the residents.
Trading Post:
A place where you can trade with merchants. Brings in tax revenue as well as supplement the town’s needs.
Inn:
A place where travelers can stay. Travelers become more lively than if you simply left them in the village.
Textiles :
Cloth weaving and leather polishing. Morata’s specialty increases the amount of leather and textile related quests.
Vigilantes :
Residents will form groups to prot
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