“What sculpture is this expensive? You’re not disregard this elderly lady, are you?”
“No, that’s not it...then how about 5 gold.”
“Elders don’t have that kind of money. How about 2 silver!”
“That’s hardly the price anymore...sigh okay ma’am.”
"You should have done so earlier."
Tears fell from Weeds eyes as he watched his sculpture disappear.
His innate skill of flattery!
The prices of his sculptures were right to some extent.
‘Damn. It’s so hard to make money with sculptures.’
The money he got from selling the weapons and armor he made through the blacksmith skill was more than he was expecting.
But here buying sculpture is considered a luxury most people can’t afford.
It is rare for people to buy sculptures as gifts because the prices for sculptures keep rising due to rarity.
The next customers were slightly older Ahjummas.
The Ahjummas hurled sharp questions at him.
“If I order one sculpture, can a get a discount on another?”
“That’s...”
“You created it from a piece of wood that can be found on the side of the road. Isn’t the cost too much just for this level of service?”
The customers thought sculptures were like things that were mass produced and could buy one get one free like in supermarkets!
Sculptures were still recognized as a souvenir.
This was a situation Weed could not get out of.
No matter how much a great sculptor is praised, realistically he still doesn’t earn any money.
‘Sculptor is a horrible profession!’