Weed folded up the stand he had set up.
“For today for all those waiting for the next sculpture we will give a discount.”
“Eh, we’ve been waiting for nothing. For about 20 minute that is.”
“I really wanted one”.
People who were waiting in line to receive a sculpture were given apologies before their face of yearning dissipate in disappointment.
“Than Mapan-nim, please wait here for a bit.”
“Yes? Yes. Goodbye.”
After requesting Mapan to wait, Weed then went to the barn, where he took out Talrock’s armor.
His new piece of armor made out of mithril that shines.
When Weed equipped the armor, the armor gave him a decent amount of stat bonuses.
Wearing nothing but black, black armor, black cape, looking like a black knight!
Thanks to his intermediate blacksmith skills, he could equip other job class’s armor, despite him being a sculptor.
Weed came out of the barn, fully equipped in the armor to emerge onto Morata’s street.
***
"You’re kidding.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then what?”
“There’s no way.”
Weed was being a bit excessive.
High level warrior.
He was wearing armor that was made out of mithril.
“Armor like that has high level restrictions.”
“He must be high leveled.”
The way other people saw Weed changed.
He had spent a few days on the side of the road with a carving knife and a piece of wood or stone and now he was the center of attention and envy.
He walked past the pedestrians and over to where Mapan was waiting.
"Did you wait? Let’s go then."
"Yes? Yes!