If you created sculptures for hundreds of days, you’d be lying if there was nothing in your hands.
Due to his skill level in Sculpting and Handicraft, Weed was able to make wooden sculptures without much effort. Wood, his most familiar material, came alive in Weed’s hands.
“What do you think of art?”
Weed answered Herman’s question frankly.
“It’s a useless skill that brings no money.”
“But there are cases of extremely rich artists. Watch the news and you’ll see paintings 100 thousand dollar’s worth.”
“Well, ordinarily those drawings are sold after their makers are dead. Works that are worth hundreds, maybe thousands—why does it matter if they’re sold? You’ll already be dead.”
Weed spoke bluntly.
“While drawing the picture, the level of hunger he suffered is only known to the artist. If his family starved along with him, it would really be his fault.”
“But isn’t it thanks to those famished experiences that the greatest masterpieces of the world were made?”
“Whether it be paintings or sculptures, neither would be able to fill the table with food to eat.”
As he was thinking his point wasn’t getting across, Herman smacked his lips.
“Everyone has their own way of thinking… but, there is value to doing something no one else has done before while living your life.”
“I don’t really know.”
“Having lived to this age, I think I can finally understand. Life isn’t simply about eating and living, it’s about pursuing at least one thing you truly want to do, and if you do it, you’ll have succeeded in life…”
And although Herman’s words had depth to them, Weed was not moved.
Weed could not be moved because just ten minutes ago, Herman had brought fish paste and had annoyingly asked him to make a tasty stew.
Even if there was something meaningful in Herman’s words, Weed couldn’t take him seriously because Herman and Pin were both lazing about while contentedly eating fish paste kebabs (odeng). [T/N: It’s sold by street vendors]
‘If the ingredients for fish paste were good, then obviously the kebabs would taste good.’
At that moment,Weed’s carving tool suddenly came to a halt.
“Sculpting Master Jorbid’s Quest, Information Check.”
- Sculpting Master Jorbid’s Request
The story that has been passed on for a long time through the Sculpting Guild.
There was once a single Dwarf who could sculpt fire and water, light and dark. However, the Humans did not believe the story.
“We admit the Dwarves are able to make outstanding weapons. But to say they have high skill in the arts, is extremely childish. How can those short Dwarves understand anything there is to know about sculpting? Hahaha!”
The insults of the Elves echoed throughout the forest.
“The Dwarves need to learn about the mysteries and beauty of nature.”
Those were words which humiliated all the Dwarves, but they were unable to retaliate.
In order to save the pride of the Dwarves, find a trace of the Dwarven sculptor Kendellev.
Difficulty: Dwarven race Sculpture quest.
Reward: Honour from Dwarves.
Quest Restrictions: One Dwarven Sculptor.
If you fail, all the Dwarves in the village will regard you in the same way they regard Elves and Humans.
Kendellev, the Sculptor of fire and water, light and darkness!
The answer was hidden in the quest’s explanation.
‘Basic sculpting materials. If so, what materials do you need to sculpt with fire and water?’
Of course, fire and water were needed. To sculpt light and darkness, a material must exist.
Weed suddenly stood up and ran to the lakeside.
His short legs and butt twitched as he hurriedly ran. Herman and Pin ran after him without knowing the reason why.
“What’s wrong?”
“I guess we’ll find out if we go as well”
The Dwarves, who thought they might see an interesting sight, dropped whatever they were doing and followed Weed to the lake.
“What happened to him all of a sudden?”
“Did he get tired of making sculptures and become like that?”
At the sight of fish swimming in the lake, Weed looked around and took a deep breath.
‘I don’t know if my guess is right. However, Kendellev was a sculptor. A sculptor who doesn’t make sculptures is preposterous. The sculptures he made are hidden somewhere in Kuruso, yet no one has been able to find them.’
Weed threw himself into the lake.
*Splash!*