Notorious Weed
The crowds gathered when Weed came out of the portal in the middle of Morata’s Town Square.
Merchants were buying and selling in the town square, and parties were recruiting members to go hunting. The northern part of the Versailles continent was thriving thanks to Mora’s promise of adventure and the prosperous areas around it.
“Please look this way!”
“Hi Weed, Weed Hi! Come hunt with us. “
“Are you really Weed from The Continent of Magick?”
People were trying to get closer to Jeonshin Weed to ask him about the Wailing River’s quest, causing a commotion.
ReIt was a clamoring sight. Even on the walls people were waving and cheering towards Weed. Everyone was cheering at the return of Weed, The Hero of War.
Remembering his past of selling cheap sculptures in the Rosenheim Kingdom, Weed unconsciously raised his hand to stroke his chin, feeling flattered. “Heh, there’s a lot more people here now.”. He acted unconcerned and naturally confronted people, as if this amount of success was not a surprise.
Weed burst out a yell out of the blue.
“I went. I fought. I earned!”
“Woowaah ah ahh!” The Morata Square bursted with cheers.
“He must have earned a lot!”
“Wyverns! Please show us the Wyverns who hunted with you!”
“Weed! Weed! Weed!”
He faked his own popularity as their leader, it was a moment of uncontrollable joy.
On the Versailles continent even ordinary people had big hopes and dreams! Others did not get to hunt monsters, perform quests and have never experienced a comeback like Weed.
The soldiers of Mora and the paladins of Freya were calming and organizing the crowd, until all settled down again. Knights of the Order Freya politely bowed towards Weed.
“We would like to thank you for defeating the evil Embinyu Church. It is an honor to see you, the adventurer that will go down in history as the benefactor of our church.”
Weed humbly replied. “It was nothing, sir. It wasn’t much trouble. The fight with the Embinyu cult wasn’t that hard. It was easier than taking a nap on a bank in a sweltering summer afternoon.”
Weed had spent his valuable adolescence at what was once an excellent cultural facility. His neighborhood had a few banks with sitting areas where he used to go to and relax.
It had all the latest magazines for guests that were arranged categorically.
The bankers would sometimes gossip, but things of that level could be ignored!
In the past, middle-aged men went there to become familiarly acquainted over a bad cup of coffee, but these days, young people are divided over their discussions of Weed.
“An example for all Paladins”
“He´s treated respectfully.”