“Instead I will guide you there.”
“There?”
“The location of the sculpture.”
Well, he definitely wouldn’t have thrown it just anywhere. Beginners in this city could be seen everywhere; the whole place was vibrant and lively. Drawn to its bright and cheery atmosphere, Mandol just wanted to go exploring the city already. New quests and hunting grounds were being discovered one after another, and there was also the nearby lake and mountain scenery that was out of this world. Delphi and Mandol receiving the guide entered the center area of Morata. There was a jumbo sized building surrounded by gardens and a live fishpond.
Weed’s Art Center.
“This is the place.”
“This is where the sculpture... that I requested of the lord is, you say?”
Mandol was slightly overwhelmed.
The Arts Center building was constructed grander and larger than many of the villas in the central continent.
“Yes, from here on out the architect, Pavo, will personally guide you.”
Pavo was waiting in advance at the entrance.
“I am the architect of this Arts Center, Pavo .”
“I’m Mandol and this is Delphi.”
Mandol politely bowed to Pavo who looked much older than the two
“You seem to be more of an elder than us, so please take it easy on us. But, it’s the middle of the day, so why is the Art Center’s doors closed? ”
“That’s because it hasn’t been opened yet. I’m opening the door now, so please take your time looking around.”
Weed’s Arts Center’s first guests were Mandol and Delphi. The official opening would be after the two come out. The locked doors that had been waiting for them sprang wide open.
***
After obtaining information from Rejado port they finally departed for Lal Phalanx! First, they stopped at Mocon village for the quest of meeting the blacksmith. Everybody had the quest except Weed. Weed did not say much as the others went into Mocon village. He just sighed seven hundred times.
“Sigh, huff, ehfuu, aarhus, shhhiii, wow, whew.”
“...”
“Call Death Knight!”
“You called master? Who must I fight ?”
“It’s me.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s fight.”
There had already been dozens of incidents of beating the innocent death knight in between fishing.
“I’m doing this just to raise my combat skills’ proficiency, so don’t mind me. It’s definitely not like I’m still holding some kind of grudge from Go-stop.”
(T/N Weed…you still hold a grudge huh.)
By the way, the Mocon village blacksmith also issued a quest.
“There’s a lack of Iron ore and I can not make the stuff I need. Heard that near Mordred there were good mines, could you search over there for me? I can’t wait forever so I hope you can get it in at least 4 months.”
A Difficulty level C request.
Of course everyone accepted the quest. It was because they were in a situation where they had to do the Mordred’s great craftsman descendent quest anyway. And so they once again set out from Mocon village with sails spread wide.
“Las Phalanx area, huh. . . .”
The North of Versailles continent was a very polar region. To reach the Northern part of the continent by land, you have to cross large mountains and rivers, as well as pass through a dangerous forest full of demons. Even if it could be said to be far safer to go by sea, it’s a very far distance. “What’s more is that it’s said that the storms and currents aren’t so great either so the path is tough.”
Looking at Weed’s sailing skills or the state of the ghost ship, it wasn’t looking good. It’s said that going further North from here, encountering glaciers floating around was very likely and avoiding them would be difficult.
“I may sink before I even get to Las Phalanx.”
It was a situation where he had no choice but to freeze to death if he fell into the sea. The ghost ship was not a high speed ship, despite sailing for five days, they did not go so far in the north. Not only was it because of the influence of the headwind and currents, but also was there the fault of going through every island and port selling necessities and gathering info.
“To go to Las Phalanx that’s one crazy man.”
An aging old woman asked seriously.
“Are you going with a deathwish?”
Two days later Pale said.
“By the way, Weed the time limit on our quest is approaching.”
They originally followed Weed on their way to Modred. They were detained for a while so they had to do their quest too.
“Or should we just cancel our quest? Las Phalanx should be a really dangerous area. You’d need our help.”
Despite Pale’s goodwill Weed could not accept it with ease. Even on the ship, Weed was perpetually raising his skill proficiency as well as Fishing, Carving, Cooking and a variety of others. But the others could only sit around and watch the scenery on the way to Las Phalanx taking God knows how long. In addition, there was no way to guarantee that everyone would arrive safely at Las Phalanx now was there. He could not ask them to go as far as to give up a quest for that.
“No, I’ll go alone. I’ll try finding Lax Phalanx by myself.”
“If we leave, the battles at sea will get harder, won’t they?”
“I just have to bring the Sculptures of LIfe on board when I let you guys off.”
Getting the comparably lighter Golden Bird aboard was no problem.
Phoenix, Bingryong, and the Wyverns could not go together to as far as Las Phalanx. Hwaryeong and Irene strongly protested but Weed did not accept.
“Please first set out for Mordred’s quest. Even I alone am sufficient for my quest.
There is no need to feel sorry. If I really need help later you can always come to help through Yurins picture shift ability.”