Weed’s eyebrows narrowed.
There were a variety of targets to carve, but requests of doing a family member were the most difficult.
‘If it’s too pretty then they don’t like it; and if uglier than what they are in real life then they’d go crazy.’
When it comes to their cubs, parents won’t remain prettily, just like a hedgehog.
Wanting deliciously cooked food for the kid, or nag on and on at tailors to make pretty and comfortable clothing.
“Yes, that is so. My daughter, please carve her for me.”
The man blared out desperately.
“I understand.”
Weed wasn’t very enthused, but he supposed he might as well sculpt. He could see the urgency coming from the man; in addition, the Village Elder have not return as of yet.
Also, the by-standing users were clicking their tongue spouting harsh words.
“I feel sorry for that uncle.”
“That Sculptor usually only light up for the money huh…”
“One misstep and that (bandit)man can rip even the clothes off your back.”
There were many among the user base of Morata that has the same mindset as Weed. They too, like him, assumed the man was a high level user from noticing just his boots.
‘I can just ask Alberone to remove the curses anyway.’
Weed cemented his mind and said.
“Then, please bring you daughter here.”
The man shook his head dejectedly.
“That’s impossible.”
"Well, a picture of some kind…”
“There isn’t any.”
“If that’s so, then, you describe what the child is like.”
Weed pulled out a generously thick piece of wood. As he listens to the descriptions, he will try to come up with a concrete image to sculpt.
It was an impossible attempt if you have never taken on several hundreds of sculpture requests inside the village!
Due to the characteristic of sculpturing, he can essentially detailed out rough estimates before going onto the finer aspect of things.
‘I can’t do the eye, nose, and mouth well since I haven't heard anything about it.’
It can be said that is the woe of making a small wooden sculpture.
Going by the man’s description alone will not be enough, and there’ll be a concession of what the man ultimately want to make.
‘He’ll try to make it difficult as possible so there’ll be a lot of things to cover.’
However, instead of describing features, the man who had the appearance of a bandit began a dialog.
“The child’s mother is really beautiful. Her eyes are very clear, kind…a wife that’s...really too good for me.”
“……”
“It was when she and I have been married for five years. Although it was a bit late, she had our long awaited pregnancy, we had a day set to give birth too, you know. But…”
“But?”
“We went to the hospital to have a screening done, and found out that she had become sick.”
The man began shedding tears.
“We went through the surgery and cure her of her illness, but we had to give up on the child. Due to the shock at the time, her body became unable to carry a child again.”
“……”
“Please carve her for me. Then she could have had a child. Our daughter, our world most beloved daughter, I would be happy with just a look of my daughter’s appearance…carve her for me. Euheoheoheoheong!”
The man dropped his neck and cried.
The users who were listening nearby in the middle of the street were also moved to tears.
“D, da, damn it!”
“Ima go hunt as much as I can.”
“Damn the Monsters. Ima kill you all.”
Filled with such overwhelming emotion that they wanted to take it all out on the Monsters.
Weed’s face paled with tension.
“My sculpture…are you going to keep it for yourself? Or will you show it to your dear wife also?”
“I will show it to her.”
“So she is on Royal Road…”
The man wiped his tears with his sleeves.
“Yes, she’s on with me. And I came here hearing of Sculptor nim’s reputation. But us…don’t worry about us. We are not crazy. Simply, our daughter, we just want to see our most beloved daughter in this game world, because we want to at least share our goodbyes. This way, we can have our peace of mind as well as something unforgettable…our daughter, we want to see her for the first, and the last time. I know, this is foolish and awkward and stupid. I know, but, I..but…”
The bandit-like man assert once again.
“What do you want in return for carving my daughter? I’ll give you the amount of your choosing, just please carve our daughter for us.”
Again, the man shed oodles of tears as he begged.
Weed spoke as he sighs.
“I will not make you a piece right now.”
“Money, is it because I lack money? I will pay you 10, no, 20 times more than other people.”
“That’s not what I mean. For me also, in this case, I’m not ready; and I don’t think a stick of wood is appropriate to carve your daughter.”
“Then…”