Weed roughly noticed the identity of the Embinyu Cult. They were an evil organization on the Continent of Versailles. There were a number of quests involved with the destructions caused by the cult. Weed had a bad feeling about the Embinyu. The High Priest had not dropped any items because he had sacrificed his own life. He would have dropped something unique for high priests classes such as Saints.
"Miser. Worst ugly. Dirty bastard."
Weed went on about his idea.
"So the Embinyu Cult intervened and caused the invasion of monsters...but we do not know the identity of the other culprit."
There had to be someone behind the monsters. They had only been a supporting role in a drama. Villain, victim, intrigue, strife! The Niflheim Kingdom was the victim. The Embinyu Cult had supported the collapse of the empire. A long time passed. He stilled needed to wipe out the bad guys before the Niflheim Empire could reconstruct.
"Perfect. It makes perfect sense!"
Weed was impressed with his reason. He had never believed that the Embinyu Cult was behind all of it. There was no fun in a drama if the villain was alone. For there to be a great drama there had to be multiple large scale villains!
"Only then does it all fit together."
He waited on the beach until morning but the storm showed no signs of passing. He had read similar information on the board about the geography of the Continent of Versailles.
Holy City: Do not enter my colleagues. Character level 376.
Misty Lake Region: I had wanted to go to the lake to hunt the singing elves only to die. Character level 312.
Owl's Nest: Do not go even if you want to commit suicide. I barely escaped. Character level 389.
Poco's Cave: Don't come here. I died in this place. I went the owl's nest with five others and died. We all dropped a level. Character level 388.
In the north there were a number of places that gamers had adventured into at the cost of their lives. They had only explored briefly but they gave what little information they had to the next challengers.
The northeast coast of the North: Severe rainstorm and lightning bolt strikes. Not accessable by sea. Climate is very bad. However, this smells like a quest. There are a large number of monsters in the ocean. Character level 379.
Based on the board, it looked like the lightning would never stop.
“The sea...”
The waves were high as if they would topple a ship. It would be no easy task for the Wyvern to navigate across the sea. They had no time to relax as hostile monsters would appear.
"We don't have the skills to make a boat."
Weed was talking about the shipbuilding skill. It was associated with Intermediate Level 5 Blacksmithing which helps weave timber but it was impossible to make a large boat.
"Should I go back to Morata and start shipbuilding skills?"
It was a severe waste to build a Marines Guild in Morata just to learn the skill. Even if he managed to learn the skill, in order to get past the storm he needed at least intermediate shipbuilding skills.
"That would take at least a year..."
Weed was in pain from the headache. It would be very expensive to keep the Wyvern on the deck. He wanted to save money but he could not buy a fast boat and the central continent was also a problem. He needed to hire officer and a crew. It would all be very difficult to do.
"Master, there is something moving on the sea."
"The sea?"
Weed squinted his eyes to look at the stormy waters. Like the Wyverns had said, there was something little sailing to the north. It was calmly sailing despite the high waves! It had ragged torn sailes and the mast was split into two. The hull had a giant hole in it. It became more visible with the rain and wind but it was a very old medium sized boat.
"Is it possible to sail in that state?"
Weed was puzzled. He had seen trading ships in broadcasts before. They were always in top condition since they needed to maintain a heavy load. He did not understand how in that condition it could carry itself through the storm. The Wyverns flewy to observe more closely.
"Master, there are undead riding on the deck of that ship."
"Undead you say..."
An idea flashed into Weed's head. There was a ghost ship moving around in the sea.
"That means I can get a free ride!"
Weed took out a sculpting knife.
Seogeok seogeok.
He was cutting away at a piece of rock.
"A long skinny body with a robe and a red jewel lodged into the forehead."
He had fought a lot of skeletons. He was actually familiar with the appearance and body structure. However the skeleton he was making had a different feel to it. The Lich Shire that Weed fought in the Yuroki Mountains! It was completely different from the simple and ignorant Karichwi.
"It needs to be smaller and more compact. It is necessary for the lich to be a corrupt and insidious wizard using any means for the goal."
Weed's complaints poured out.
"I don't know what hell feels like. I lived a good life and its too difficult for me to work on various types of sculptures."
Each time his sculpting knife moved the lich began to reveal itself. The finger bones were vivid and lifelike and the head was that of a skeleton! The eye sockets were narrow and empty. All of the features, even the eyes, gave off the look of an actual lich. It was very similar to the Lich Shire in appearance. However it had a more cunning feeling to it. The skeleton's head was filled with teeth that were giving a rotten smile!
"No. There's something off. It has to be a lich that has lived for a very long time so there needs to be some cracks."
He split a crack into the skull. He even added in some holes.
"Now it looks a lot better."
On the forehead he mounted the ruby that he had gotten from a quest. Now it was a skeleton, the birth of a lich!
Ttiring!
-Please set the name of the sculpture.
"Lich Shire....no. That's not it,"
Weed tried to think of a name.
"It's going to be in the sea so it needs to be a strong name...not like like as Karichwi though.