‘If there’s a guild I can move comfortably in, then I suppose it wouldn’t be bad to try joining.’
In many ways, he might become the odd man out, but he found no reason to avoid the concept of guilds.
Even the Elder SwordNoobs didn’t make a guild and act within in it, though they were getting so famous in Rosenheim Kingdom that they might be forced to do so.
‘Though I shouldn’t need to join the Instructor’s guild.’
He was on close terms with the Elder SwordNoobs, and he also saw their faces every day. They were also registered as his friends, so he spoke with them often. There was no need to join a guild made by the SwordNoobs.
As if sensing Weed’s indecisiveness, Herman spoke up.
“Have you heard about the Travelers of the Wilderness Guild, by any chance?”
“I haven’t heard of it.”
“It’s the guild I’m in. Quite often, we hunt without speaking, and there are also those who only go on adventures…. It’s a guild made of willful people.”
“How many people are in it?”
“About twenty-five? The activity rate is on the high side. As for the age group…. There are old people like me, and there are many in their 20s, 30s, and 40s. We are not affiliated with any Kingdom, and there aren’t any initiation rites, so it’ll be easy to join. Why don’t you join our guild?”
“And if it becomes uncomfortable for me?”
“Then you can just leave.”
Weed felt that Herman’s proposal was acceptable.
‘They won’t bother me about this and that for being a Sculptor.’
Most of the guilds that tried to recruit Weed approached him knowing that he was a sculptor.
A sculpture for their guild.
That was their motivation for inviting him to a guild. It seemed that nothing of that sort would happen in Herman’s guild.
“Alright. How do I join?”
“I can invite you. It’s a privilege given to all members who has been part of the guild for over a year.”
Ding!
– Herman has invited you to the Travelers of the Wilderness guild.
Information about Travelers of the Wilderness guild
Members
25
Guild Leader
Vacant
Alignment
Good
Hostile Guilds
None
Hostile Kingdom
None
Only after a certain amount of time since becoming a member will you see detailed information on the guild.
Do you want to accept this invitation?
Guilds that are at war or are hostile with other guilds make players reluctant to join, but if the guild is neutral, there is nothing to lose.
“I’ll join.”
Ding!
– You have joined the Travelers of the Wilderness guild.
Just then, the new guild popped up in Weed’s message window.
– Sabrina: Welcome to the guild, new member!
– Pin: Welcome.
– Edwin: It’s a pleasure to meet you.
A guild that welcomed its new member!
Looking at the guild member list, there were 24 people on out of 26, including Weed.
Though you could say the activity was on an extreme level, since there were only 3 people who welcomed him.
– Weed: Hello, I’m Weed. To all the guild members, nice to meet you.
– Herman: It seems that other people are busy hunting or doing quests. In our guild, there are a lot of people who completely turn off their guild messages. So if there’s something you need, you’ll need to register them personally as friends and talk to them that way.
– Weed: I understand.
– Pin: But Herman grandpa, didn’t you say Art Hand-nim was joining too?
– Herman: What are you saying? The one who joined just now is Art Hand.
– Pin: No way. The one who joined is Weed. Please check it, grandpa.
– Herman: There’s no way I’m wrong. I invited Art Hand when I was personally raising my hand towards him….. Huh, how did this happen? As Pin said, the one who joined is really Weed.
As soon as Weed joined, he immediately set his level and profession to hidden.
He didn’t want to be too friendly with this guild yet. He was reluctant to expose himself to a guild whose members he didn’t know.
However, his name was seen as is.
– Weed: I am that Art Hand.
– Herman: Are you really that Dwarven sculptor Art Hand?
-Weed: Yes. But I’m not a Dwarf.
– Herman: You’re not a Dwarf?
– Weed: Due to circumstances, as of now I’m pretending to be a Dwarf.
– Pin: Art Hand, it’s good to see you, but what do you mean, you’re not a Dwarf? You’re a perfectly short Dwarf… Ack! I’m really sorry for saying Dwarves are short. Anyways, are you not the same race as Herman grandpa?
– Weed: I’m not.
– Pin: Then what is your original race?
– Weed: Human.
Herman, who was blankly standing next to Weed, suddenly realized something.
The incredible sculptures Weed made and the sight of him doing the Sculptor quests, and the time when he made the Wings of Light.
There was a thought glancing through Herman’s mind.
– Herman: A Human as well as the sculptor Weed…. No way, the Lord of Morata?
– Weed: That’s me.