“Weed-nim is truly a genius!”
Mapan was driving 20 large wagons past the River of Lamentation basin. He was moving the wagons to trade in the Barbarian village.
“Kyaaaao.”
“Fresh human. You are prey.”
Even though a great number of monsters followed the wagons, they were annihilated by Bingryong and Phoenix.
Mapan dragged the carts and safely arrived in the village of the Vejague Tribe. Vejague tribesmen and women of all ages gathered.
“Hurry up and buy! Cheap and reasonably priced goods for sale. Nothing will left if you are late. Buy lots when they’re going cheap!”
The goods that Mapan had brought were weapons, armors, leather goods, and foods that had been made in Morata!
A young Vejague Tribe girl grabbed copper earrings that she seemed to like. “How much is this?”
Mapan made a severe expression. “That is very expensive.”
“I know. It seems expensive. I only have leather. Or fangs …”
The fangs and leather of the Black Wild Boar– they were goods that could net a good several hundred Gold in Morata.
Mapan shook his head as if it were preposterous. “But you can obtain those any time if you hunt in this area.”
Mapan, who was showing an example of a wicked Merchant!
The sparsely haired Vejague Tribe lass was on the verge of tears. “Hnng, but I really want to buy it…”
“Then, I will sell it to you for 3 leathers.”
“Thank you, Merchant oppa!”
Mapan traded with the uncivilized barbarians to buy up leathers and material. As the first person to trade with them, he was reaping an enormous profit.
The method of extorting the uncivilized barbarians that he learned from Weed!
The leathers he obtained here were a very precious material. They would be treated as a speciality back in Morata because they were leathers that came from the around the River of Lamentation. In addition, splendid robes and armor would be crafted once they were processed by Morata’s excellent techniques.
* * *
Weed sewed in his private room in the Lord’s Castle in order to make a sculpture for the 1 Copper request. He bleached Imoogi leather white and made a child’s body.
“Though a person’s skin isn’t white…”
He was stressed starting from making the skin color itself because of its dull color!
It was too much to consider Weed a real tailor, because although his ability to handle leather or cloth was quite outstanding, he had paid almost no attention to dyeing.
“Before, it was fine as long as the utility was good. Because color isn’t that necessary!”
Even though the design was an important element for clothing, it sold quickly as long as the defense or a different option was good. Dyeing could also be done by buying the clothing and taking it to another dyer.
Because of that, it was difficult starting from the task of making the child’s skin color.
“I don’t have to make her too young.”
A newborn. A child not even a hundred days old would just make them recall their sadness more easily.
“Some time must’ve passed, so let’s make her two or three years old.”
It was the age when they would start making trouble.
“Just seeing their face will make you want to give them a rap with your knuckles, and you also regret having the child, only to suffer… even so, it’s the time when you love them most.”
Since this was a sculpture he was making for the parents to sort out their feelings and say their final farewell to the child, a cheerful expression would be good.
Not a sculpture that had simply artistic value, but one that could move the heart. It should have a warm feeling rather than detailed expression. He needed a sculpture that could show warmth.
“Even though I don’t have that kind of skill…”
Weed had learned by experience that in the end, something he wanted to forget or sadness were all made into memories by time.
To Weed, it was too much to expect a marvelous sculpture that would embrace all their pain and longing. He may be a truly remarkable sculptor, but even though he could express beauty, he couldn’t erase sadness.
“What I can do is pave the way for them.”
Weed attached eyes made from crafting obsidian onto the doll.
When his sister was little, she had enough toys to not be envious of others because of the dolls he made in the factory. If she were a little boy, she would have wanted all sorts of toys like planes, boats, cars, and robots, but she had cute tastes since she was a little sister. She was boundlessly happy when she saw a stuffed animal.
“She liked teddy bears to an extraordinary degree.”
Children liked dolls because there was something about them that stimulated their minds.
“Not only a sculpture of child … I’ll have to make more dolls. ”
Weed thought it was lonely for the child to be alone. He planned on making a Magnum Opus sculpture at the very least, but something would really feel missing with that alone.
They would have to share an eternal farewell parting, so if there was just a doll of a child, the parents’ hearts would be torn with sadness.
“A sculpture that’ll be rimmed with plenty of children’s dolls. Looks like I’ll have to make all sorts of things as long as children like them.”
He would make all the things that a little girl would like. He would decorate it prettily with candles and could somehow even make a snowman.