Weed smiled.
“Got a group liaisons.”
Still, to create the statue, he needed more help.
“It is essential to get help from workers with vigorous vitality in order to finish the sculpture in a short amount of time.”
He didn’t know the magnitude of how many Monster will come to attack; but assuming there will be a significant amount of them in the raid, he can’t afford to be lacking of people.
In order to create it as quickly as possible; from this standpoint, Weed was filled with motivation.
Who do you think he is?!
He’s a Korean!
Driving taxis at the speed of bullets, not to mention buses too.
The buses that closes their doors even before passengers can get on; or have already zoomed off before they could even get off.
The culturally excellent transport that rushed its unfortunate passengers to their destinations while its gears settled at a single place.
On the construction industry side. Once they passes regulation, the building of however million of apartments will pretty soon be constructed.
Even though collapsed department store and broken leg of bridge had happened as a side effect, the pace is unmatched.
Nothing like them beside the nations of the economic beasts that are the Jewish and Japanese!
The Korean that care about a relaxed and easy-going labor hour is not going to happen here either.
“Gonna go to the South Entrance of Morata. That’s where I’m gonna see oncoming visitors from the Central continent first!”
***
Weed once again returned to the square to obtain more workers.
“Pick pick! Cheap pindaetteog!”
“Armor for sale. A piece of work by Warlord Olsen! Who is Olsen? Just me. A Blacksmith that fully understands steel.”
“Looking for a person that knows where Rubelin is! Is there a guide to go with to catch the Blue Beetle? I’ll even compensate.”
The square was in turmoil with people trying to deal at the stalls, obtaining colleagues, asking questions regarding information on the terrain or things for quests.
Busily moving feet and face filled with energy. Comparing to the Central continent, there was a lack of goods; but the spirit of adventure and vitality of life was nothing short of.
The blue collar jobs were festive as well.
The Monsters in Morata’s vicinity never dries out.
Monster’s head that is covered with green fish-like scales.
Crocodile monster that walks on two legs.
As the day warms up and the coming rain, new Monsters will spawn.
“Kui. Kuii!”
“Pwapapwa!”
Emerging weapons and armors using Monsters’ materials made by the craftsmen sold like hot cakes.
“By making these, I gain money and skills proficiency too.”
“Here, this place is heaven.”
The artisans were ingenuity without any distraught.
***
Mishya bought a rod from them for Staff Techniques.
“Ah, feels really good.”
She twirled it to her heart content. There was no hiding her excitement.
Recalling the first time when she bought the latest rod and was in the mood for her first hunt!
She received praises from her colleagues as she overpowers the Monsters.
Rods were longer than swords, and were useful for defense. Along with sharing about 80% of Lancing Skills, of which were widely diverse with a huge range of weapons.
When she tried to leave the center square, Mishya met Weed.
“Eek!”
It was like a school girl screaming when meeting with a pervert!
“Morata Lord!”
Mishya’s words were able to pull the attention of the people who were absorbed in their own affairs.
“Sculptor Weed.”
“Morata’s Lord has returned.”
“Wait, he doesn’t have the Murderer mark. It’s gone. His name no longer shows.”
Momentarily, the crowd all noticed that the noticeably crimson mark has disappeared.
“Ya ya. Watch your words. You’re talking about the Lord of Morata here.”
“Morata’s Lord! Ack, you’re right, I forgot.”
“A wrong word toward a Noble or a guild Master spells death, you know.”
“Lower your voice. Be careful.”
Creator of the Pyramid and the Light Tower, the Lord of Morata Weed!
In Morata, whether they’re of the trading or of the hunt, people can’t help but be wary of Weed. If they somehow seemed to be opposing in the Lord’s eyes, he can mobilize the province's entire army just for the sake of punishment. Of course, these were the cases of those who weren’t residents of Morata.
Weed looked at the square filled with people.
Because of the developments in Morata, a lot of people coming to visit meant that the town was a nice place to live.
Weed wasn’t just its loving Lord, he was just as much a user and its resident.
‘My lovely tax piggies.’
Whether they were users or the residents, he saw them as money.
Due to it being the middle of the day, a dramatic influx of users could be seen.
These people concerning about their commerce made the market an uproar.
Weed smiled.
“Got a group liaisons.”
Still, to create the statue, he needed more help.
“It is essential to get help from workers with vigorous vitality in order to finish the sculpture in a short amount of time.”
He didn’t know the magnitude of how many Monster will come to attack; but assuming there will be a significant amount of them in the raid, he can’t afford to be lacking of people.
In order to create it as quickly as possible; from this standpoint, Weed was filled with motivation.
Who do you think he is?!
He’s a Korean!
Driving taxis at the speed of bullets, not to mention buses too.
The buses that closes their doors even before passengers can get on; or have already zoomed off before they could even get off.
The culturally excellent transport that rushed its unfortunate passengers to their destinations while its gears settled at a single place.
On the construction industry side. Once they passes regulation, the building of however million of apartments will pretty soon be constructed.
Even though collapsed department store and broken leg of bridge had happened as a side effect, the pace is unmatched.
Nothing like them beside the nations of the economic beasts that are the Jewish and Japanese!
The Korean that care about a relaxed and easy-going labor hour is not going to happen here either.
“Gonna go to the South Entrance of Morata. That’s where I’m gonna see oncoming visitors from the Central continent first!”
***
Weed once again returned to the square to obtain more workers.
“Pick pick! Cheap pindaetteog!”
“Armor for sale. A piece of work by Warlord Olsen! Who is Olsen? Just me. A Blacksmith that fully understands steel.”
“Looking for a person that knows where Rubelin is! Is there a guide to go with to catch the Blue Beetle? I’ll even compensate.”
The square was in turmoil with people trying to deal at the stalls, obtaining colleagues, asking questions regarding information on the terrain or things for quests.
Busily moving feet and face filled with energy. Comparing to the Central continent, there was a lack of goods; but the spirit of adventure and vitality of life was nothing short of.
The blue collar jobs were festive as well.
The Monsters in Morata’s vicinity never dries out.
Monster’s head that is covered with green fish-like scales.
Crocodile monster that walks on two legs.
As the day warms up and the coming rain, new Monsters will spawn.
“Kui. Kuii!”
“Pwapapwa!”
Emerging weapons and armors using Monsters’ materials made by the craftsmen sold like hot cakes.
“By making these, I gain money and skills proficiency too.”
“Here, this place is heaven.”
The artisans were ingenuity without any distraught.
***
Mishya bought a rod from them for Staff Techniques.
“Ah, feels really good.”
She twirled it to her heart content. There was no hiding her excitement.
Recalling the first time when she bought the latest rod and was in the mood for her first hunt!
She received praises from her colleagues as she overpowers the Monsters.
Rods were longer than swords, and were useful for defense. Along with sharing about 80% of Lancing Skills, of which were widely diverse with a huge range of weapons.
When she tried to leave the center square, Mishya met Weed.
“Eek!”
It was like a school girl screaming when meeting with a pervert!
“Morata Lord!”
Mishya’s words were able to pull the attention of the people who were absorbed in their own affairs.
“Sculptor Weed.”
“Morata’s Lord has returned.”
“Wait, he doesn’t have the Murderer mark. It’s gone. His name no longer shows.”
Momentarily, the crowd all noticed that the noticeably crimson mark has disappeared.
“Ya ya. Watch your words. You’re talking about the Lord of Morata here.”
“Morata’s Lord! Ack, you’re right, I forgot.”
“A wrong word toward a Noble or a guild Master spells death, you know.”
“Lower your voice. Be careful.”
Creator of the Pyramid and the Light Tower, the Lord of Morata Weed!
In Morata, whether they’re of the trading or of the hunt, people can’t help but be wary of Weed. If they somehow seemed to be opposing in the Lord’s eyes, he can mobilize the province's entire army just for the sake of punishment. Of course, these were the cases of those who weren’t residents of Morata.
Weed looked at the square filled with people.
Because of the developments in Morata, a lot of people coming to visit meant that the town was a nice place to live.
Weed wasn’t just its loving Lord, he was just as much a user and its resident.
‘My lovely tax piggies.’
Whether they were users or the residents, he saw them as money.
Due to it being the middle of the day, a dramatic influx of users could be seen.
These people concerning about their commerce made the market an uproar.
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