He had made the dolls for a request barely worth 1 Copper, but there was still a fault. The number of completed dolls was considerable. He had made them inside the roomy space he was using as a workroom in the Lord’s Castle, but he had to move them to another place so that Mandol and his wife could look at it comfortably. He could use an empty room in Morata Castle, but he didn’t want to do so.
“There has to be a separate space for the child.”
Weed mumbled quietly. “Whisper, turn off chatting restriction.”
Ding!
– Whisper restrictions have been released.
– Guild chat restrictions have been released.
He opened up the whisper and chat functions that he had shut off while returning to Morata. With the restrictions turned on, he didn’t see or hear the guild chat, and when someone whispered him, he could only hear them if he gave permission. It was a measure that he’d set up because there were so many people looking for Weed.
Sabrina: Hurry and hit it!
Edwin: It hasn’t been hit quite enough.
Pin: It’s resisting a lot, how annoying.
Edwin: But I think we’ve almost got it.
It seemed the Travelers of the Wilderness Guild was in a special hunting ground.
Weed ignored most of the guild’s talk, because although the chatting restriction had been turned off, there were still as many lurkers as ever.
– Mister Pavo.
He sent a whisper to the Architect Pavo, who he’d met in the Northern Expedition. It had been a really long time, but he never forgot players that he could use.
‘He was of a considerable level as an Architect.’
Pavo was the Architect who had been busy making even the stairs that were good for viewing for the Goddess Freya Statue in Morata.
– Weed! Is it you?
Pavo hadn’t forgotten Weed either. Since he was the Lord of Morata, of course he couldn’t forget.
– Where are you?
– I’m in Morata. I heard the rumor that you returned and are making a statue. I couldn’t go see you because I was setting up a store in the square.
– Are you almost done with your work?
– I just need to put up a door for them. If I hurry, I think can finish in an hour.
– What about Mister Gaston?
– He’s working with me. Right now he’s painting a ceiling fresco; he’s finishing it.
– That’s good. I have a request to make; I would like you to build me a house.
– The Lord of Morata needs a house?
Pavo looked like he didn’t understand it very well. There was no reason for Weed, who had the Lord’s Castle, to need a house. For things like item storage or resting in a bedroom, he could just use the Lord’s Castle, after all.
– Actually… I need a space to leave a sculpture.
– Really? Then can it be a house with a large warehouse attached?
– Rather than a warehouse, I’d like you to build a house that isn’t shabby so it can be displayed in a room.
– That’s not hard, where are the sculptures?
– They’re at the Lord’s Castle. I will instruct the guards to allow you to enter the place where the sculptures are.
– Got it. I’ll go there tonight at around evening. We’ll decide on the request fee after I see the work.
– Thank you.
Around the time when Weed finished his conversation with Pavo, he received a whisper from a player named Hon.
– This is Hon of the underground prison expedition. The dungeon exploration is almost complete.
– Have you found the prisoners of the Matallost Church?
– Yes. We’ve found one for now, and the other prisoners are said to be in the vicinity.
– You’ve worked hard. I will also go there soon.
It was time for Weed to go to the underground prison for the quest.
* * *
The River of Lamentation basin that was connected to Morata by the movement portal! The second S-rank difficulty quest and the Rescue the Prisoners of the Matallost Church would take place there. When Weed returned to the River of Lamentation again with Yellowy, he could see people gathered in groups nearby.
“That person is Weed…”
“He’s the person called the God of War?”
“Shh! Talk quietly. He might hear, so be careful!”
They were people who had heard the news that Weed had stopped making sculptures and was leaving for the River of Lamentation from their friends in Morata and had been waiting in advance to look at him.
A considerable number of high leveled players in the North paid the toll fee and were hunting near the River of Lamentation. Considering its distance from Morata and the level of the monsters, it could be said that there was no better hunting ground. There were occasional cases where a party bravely ventured deep into the North, but instances where the entire party was annihilated from a slight mistake were numerous. Since help could be found from the surroundings at any time, the River of Lamentation was a fine hunting ground.
Weed looked around at the players with cold and frosty eyes. ‘There are lots of people.’
In Morata, he had been a simple Lord who had sold food and japtem, but he couldn’t be that way in the hunting ground, too. There were already quite a few figures who were staring at Weed with challeng