It was a time to appreciate Morata’s artistic beauty.
Light that spreads into the night, similar to gradual development of the changing Morata village!
The statue was also topped with Moonlight Chisel, so it was also collecting luminescence in the night. Upon receiving the moonlight, rich light was illuminating all around the statue.
Because of the Light Tower and the Freya Statue, Morata didn’t give an impression of a desolate area.
Weed also saw what it had become.
“This is like a night club now.”
A woman holding a torch while dancing under the radiance!
If you don’t have Weed’s susceptibility, then it’s a bit difficult to see.
Anyway, he had something he must do.
Weed sifts his course through the visiting crowd, making his way closer to the statue.
“What the.”
“Doesn’t he see a line of people waiting here?”
Tourists protested crazily; but then, hearing that it was Weed, they became silence.
He was the Sculptor that directly made the statue, as well as the Lord of Morata.
So then, he came closer to the altar below the feet of the statue.
“What’s he doing?”
“Dunno. Appreciating his own work?”
Many onlookers around the statue paid heed to Weed’s behavior.
Weed settled a ripe apple atop the altar.
Offering to the Goddess Freya!
Afterward, he bowed.
“To the Goddess Freya, the Lord of Morata prays to thee.”
Once per changing season where you can pray!
Around the statue, hundreds of auspicious light gathered.
The light now was in a different dimension comparing to those collected through Weed's sculpturing skill.
The Treatment of the Goddess.
All the bad energy of the body is purified.
HP is restored to maximum.
Mana is restored to maximum.
All physical abilities rise for one week.
The level of Luck will rise for one week.
Brief gain in production and involvement of the ability to rule.
Faith increases by 10.
The treatment of the Goddess to undo all negative plight!
While praying, people in this situation was hoping for this additional effect to be granted.
If Weed knew of this beforehand, he would have brought people he was friendly with here; then again, he haven't seen anyone of them making prayers.
Not anybody can make a wish, only a local ruler of the area that have the landmark can make just one wish depending on the season. Only another religious symbol in Sudona Liberty City behaves this way, and even the head of the prestigious guild there can not make the wish. They have only heard of so from the Clergymen and Priests there.
Weed was the first of the users.
“What’s happening?”
“Let’s go closer.”
The users try to approach the statue, but some unseen force pushes them away from the altar that Weed currently was present.
-Master of Morata, speak of your desire.
Behind the statue, a revelation made of light could be identify.
The reincarnation of Goddess Freya!
Weed raises his head to look at the vision.
‘The Goddess must look immensely beautiful.’
The Goddess Freya that was deemed to be of abundance wealth and beauty. A beauty said to be enough to make men go blind.
But despite Weed’s expectation, he could not make out the exact facial features of the Goddess. However, an impression of her seemed to be chubbier than expected.
Weed told her of his desire.
“I would like to know more about the Sculpturing Skill.”
Weed’s wish wasn’t of an abundance harvest, benefits from mining, or a faster pace of development of commerce. Although he very much wanted to achieve such things, he was more desperate about the skill.
“I would like to know about the unaware method of how to carve the unknown existences.”
Due to the disturbances caused by the nearby users, belatedly becoming aware of the appearance of the Goddess Freya, everywhere in Morata, users rushed in like the clouds.
“Hey!”
“Wait!”
“What’s happening right nowww!?”
Only Weed could hear of the Goddess’s answer.
-They…from their beginning, were beings without forms. The people that love sculpture, you need to make your way toward their kingdom, a place of pride of these stubborn and delicate people; that is your destination.
The surrounding area was getting darker.
The sacred light that took place around the statue was disappearing.
When the light was totally gone, the sight of Goddess Freya was no more.
Weed also made his escape from the congregation of people there.
‘The kingdom of these short people, a place where they feel proud.’
Weed needed to get to that destination.
But before he leaves, he had to meet up with the Village Elder.
Morata’s Black Castle!
He approached the only-bearably done maintenance of a lord’s castle.
Dawn had slipped past and now it was a brightly lit day.
The place was always crowded, pact full of users; but now, there was an upset of people watching the statue which made it difficult.
Members of the local watchmen saw Weed and displayed their interest.
“Lord nim, are you returning to the castle?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll let people know of Lord nim's return.”
The crew went to pull on the rope hanging from above in order to strike the bell.
“No need. I don’t want to make them feel uncomfortable in vain since they’re busily working.”
“Yes but it’s Lord nim's return though…”
“Hahaha, it’s ok.”
Weed slowly climbed up the entrance way.
He could feel the euphoria of the increase in power!
He would hate to drop it after having grabbed hold of this power.
“Is there a village-wide feast?”
“Huh?”
“An ox or a pig or so, where everybody can eat as much as they want.”
“……”
Weed was speechless.
The educational standard of Morata is indeed pathetic!
Not only the watchmen but the formal soldiers also, they weren’t disciplined nor did they show loyalty. Even towards Weed, who should have the highest Familiarity with them, but their gestures showed nothing of such.
If their level of education is low, then the technical and commercial development will slow down by a bit. Also, residents will have a harder time becoming Knights and Magicians because of this. As much as the belief in religion is spreading quickly, the deterioration of public security was just the same.
It has been told that residents among those other town would essentially opt out to become renegades or bandits.
Whether it is a village, castle, or metropolitan; all are difficult to develop.
“Keuheum. I’ll worry about that in the future. Pigs…not only them, but I’ll catch rabbits too.”
“Thank you, Lord nim.”
Weed coughed and went around checking the lord’s castle.
When he first came here in the past, the castle was then occupied by the Jin-Hyeo Vampires led by Torido.
Broken apparatuses, residents made of stones, or even cobwebs that filled the place, all neatly cleaned.
“I came to receive quest.”
“I came to take the transport.”