It’s the topography.”
“Huh?”
“Shall I say it’s similar to how an apartment overlooking the Han River is more expensive?”
“What do you mean?”
“The better the view, the more expensive the apartment gets. Well, it’s something like that.”
Weed thought he could understand.
If artwork could convey emotion, it was hard to see sculptures made with evil intent, could have given the river a good influence.
Sculptures created by the topography!
Weed was experiencing just about everything as he lived.
“Traditionally, there’s nothing as accurate as an apartment’s price. Besides, we should find out where this place is.”
It was at that time.
Ding!
– The Entrance to Hell.
You have entered the River of Lamentation.
The end of the continent where living beings can breathe.
It is the place where the Priests of the Matallost Church lead the dead to hell.
“Oh my.”
Smith shrugged his shoulders.
“So this is the end of the human continent. I’ve never been here even while working as a mercenary… At least gimme a bottle of liquor. With this, the boasts you can make to your friends at drinking parties have grown. Haw-haw!”
Smith was delighted as he drank.
Weed exhaled a deep sigh.
After wandering here and there, he was now at the entrance of hell. And with a drunk, no less.
‘No wonder the surroundings looked so strange…’
The eerie atmosphere was slightly similar to when he went to Todeum!
He couldn’t feel any traces of humans, and it was incomparably desolate and bleak.
Weed tried pulling out a compass, but the needle just spun around and around without settling. He couldn’t even discern the position of the stars in the sky.
‘I won’t even be able to return like this…’
Weed walked along the River of Lamentation with Smith.
At least a thousand sculptures were grouped thematically along the river.
He couldn’t find any positive sculpture no matter how hard he looked. When he approached a sculpture of a beautiful and adorable lady, the moment he took a closer look, he was able to confirm a shocking scene.
That cute lady was spitting! She was also clutching a frog in her hand. It was an indescribable scene, plunging him into an emotional shock.
There was also a grotesque scene of muscular women playing soccer. Of course, the soccer ball was an Ogre’s head!
Weed identified to check the information of the sculptures.
“Identify!”
Ding!
Sculpture of Shameful Ogres
The work of a little known Sculptor. Ogres were Kings of the forests and mountains. With the pride they hold for their territory, they will show a savage attitude towards invaders.
However, because of a commission from the Matallost Church, they were sculpted in this manner instead.
If Ogres were to see this, it would make them seethe with rage and resentment.
Artistic Value: None at all
Special Effect: Stimulates the sadness of the Ogres.
– Waaaaaaaaaah.
The groaning sound of the River of Lamentations only amplified as they continued down the river.
On the second day at the River of Lamentations, Weed found some ruins. The temple of the Matallost Church!
The temple of the church which was thought to have completely disappeared from the face of the continent was here.
The building, which he estimated to be made out of marble, was completely no more than a ruin. It was hazardously built like it was going to collapse at any moment, so it made him worry about entering.
“Summon Death Knight!”
Death Knight appeared with a puff of smoke and raised his sword.
“You called. Master.”
“You, go in there. If there are any living humans or monsters, come out immediately and report.”
“Understood.”
It might lower his Intimacy with Death Knight a little, but seeing they had spent a long time in each other’s company, they were connected through sticky and tough situations.
After searching the temple interior thoroughly, Death Knight came out.
“There is no one inside. Master.”
“Really?”
Weed went inside the temple.
Inside, there were only stone statues worshipping the God who put the enormous temple’s entrance to shame.
“The temple remains but all of the Priests are gone.”
Weed soon came out of the Matallost temple.
There was not a single item left in the Priests’ quarters. His clothes only got smudged with a ton of dust inside the temple.