“Later on, I’ll buy whatever you want.”
Drum’s voice cracked as he spoke and then he turned to the Witch’s Smooth Beads.
At that moment, some scenes from inside the beads were shown.
In an area with a surrounding landscape of a thick layer of snow.
The young girl had to learn magic.
Whenever the girl used magic, tiny snowflakes were born. Sometimes small chunks of ice were made.
Every time she succeeded with her magic, the girl smiled.
Serbian Witch.
Perhaps it was the girl’s inner talent. The girl’s skills grew increasingly.
The young cute little girl wore a robe. She was too small for it at first, but eventually it fit her.
However, she had heard that proper mages used staves.
After a while, invaders set foot onto the peaceful snowy land.
A legion of monsters fought against human soldiers.
The Serbian Witch fought against the enemies.
Monsters would freeze whenever she used her magic. Human soldiers could not withstand the cold and died as well.
The legend of the Serbian Witch spread throughout the continent!
In the history of the Versailles Continent, there once was a legendary master of Ice Magic.
Wind and rain heralded the coming of a storm. The Serbian Witch would wave her hand and everything froze.
The ice type magic, Freezing Storm!
- The magic of the Serbian Ice Witch has been restored.Forcefully altering the climate to subdue enemies.Those familiar with ice based magic can now learn advanced magic.
“Ah!”
Drum sighed.
Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads. They had managed to restore the beads. Now it was possible to learn new types of magic without the need of a spellbook or materials. The beads contained the skills for highly advance ice magic. For Drum, a professional ice mage, it was one of the best magical treasures.
Oberon approached him and put his hands on his shoulder.
“There’ll be another chance.”
Drum lamented for a while.
“I’ll have a chance again?”
“Perhaps...”
“...”
The beads were obtained by the expedition after a lot of hardship.
Drum inevitably raised the Witch Beads to the altar of the gods.
***
The live internet feed ended at sunset as the expedition dedicated the beads to the altar.
It was not just in reality. Taverns all across the continent of Versailles with magical screens installed could see the footage.
“The heat wave is going to disappear?”
“How could they do this?”
People had already given up trying to adjust to the heat.
They found it incredibly hard to believe that the heat would be gone so easily.
Nevertheless, they had some expectations.
At that moment, there was no event more important that this.
The Witch's Beads disintegrated into dust when they were placed on that altar. However, the powers within the beads began to cycle and create its impact on the entire continent.
The sweltering heat caused by the Curse of the Scorpion King on the continent began to change.
The atmospheric temperature lowered until it was how it used to be.
A refreshing breeze blew past, cooling the lukewarm beers.
“Bravo.”
“Cheers.”
Many people threw festivals, indulging in their excitement over the success.
You could see people yelling in pleasure across almost every city or town in the Versailles continent.
Weed rode on the Wyverns with Alveron and took to the skies. They were escorted by Bingryong. They had left to check on the remnants of the Valley of Death.
The place was teeming with monsters.
“Kyawoo. It’s a human!”
“Kill him!”
Weed shook his head.
“Looks like it’s gone.”
The Valley of Death was covered in snow and ice.
The sun was in the sky, but it did not feel hot and a warm breeze blew. Since the Serbian Witch Beads had been restored, chilling air no longer permeated from the cracks.
The source of the curse.
The heat wave that covered the entire continent was proving extremely useful.
The snow and ice, that never seemed to melt, dissolved instantly into water. Because of the Valley of Death, it flowed through like the rapids. But because the land was so barren, it quickly sucked up the moisture that was being offered.
“Gaaahh! The heat! It’s burning my body! Master!”
Bingryong was suffering as he struggled to beat his wings in the sky. Droplets of water dripped and fell from his body of ice.
For most people the increasing temperature was a blessing, but to Bingryong it led to weakening his strength.
“Please, spare me. Master.”
Bingryong was overwhelmed with pain and tears. His eyes held the most heartbreaking glance.
“Useless!”
His penetrating glance told Bingryong to knock it off. This much was not enough to be out of breath. Even with the hot weather, he would not be pampered. Even with his tremendous Stamina and Health, he struggled with his wings. It takes a lot of time to recover. He was weakened even more so, considering that it had not been long since his battle with the other dragon.
Weed finally messaged Seoyoon.
A normal person would never pretend to be unable to speak!
“Since she hasn't messaged me, she must have found a decent quest or a good hunting ground.”
Weed nodded.
Weed guessed that Seoyoon was not a good natured person or she would not have fed poison to him when he was sick.
“I’ll see if I can contact her next time.”
Seoyoon was lingering around in Morata.
People were wandering around within the bustling town.
“The weather is getting warmer.”
“Maybe it’s time for the town to start getting some new clothes? It’s not going to be easy to work in winter clothing.”
“Monsters are going to get more active in this kind of weather. We need to get the walls repaired to stop monsters from invading.”
The townsfolk were working and talking. They were doing things from smithing farming tools to making fabric for clothes.
Productivity in Morata had increased significantly because of the recent festival and many houses in the local area were reconstructed.
Alveron politely addressed him.
“Weed-nim, I will return to the village with the rest of the priests and assist the townspeople.”
“Thank you for all the help.”
“Yes. You can call us anytime if monsters invade.”
The village was under the protection of the Church of Freya so many priests and paladins were staying in Morata.
The village elder was roasting a sweet potatoe as Weed came back from his travels.
“Welcome back, hero-nim.”
“I have returned.”
“Are you here to turn in the commission I gave you?”
“Yes, but more than that I am hungry.”
Weed loved food.
But he did not excessively eat it. If fullness was excessively full, then stamina was quickly exhausted. However, he did not give up a situation where he could get free food!
Beggar instincts.
The ability to find food in any situation!
“To give the hero of the village a mere sweet potato...”
“That’s fine.”
“Well, the polite thing would be to serve food so...”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“No, the pleasure is mine.”
The village elder, with tears in his eyes, offered him the sweet potato.
As Weed ate the sweet potato that was soaked in kimchi.
- Satiety has been filled.
Stamina has increased by 10%.
It was a simple dish of sweet potatoes.
“Later on, I’ll buy whatever you want.”
Drum’s voice cracked as he spoke and then he turned to the Witch’s Smooth Beads.
At that moment, some scenes from inside the beads were shown.
In an area with a surrounding landscape of a thick layer of snow.
The young girl had to learn magic.
Whenever the girl used magic, tiny snowflakes were born. Sometimes small chunks of ice were made.
Every time she succeeded with her magic, the girl smiled.
Serbian Witch.
Perhaps it was the girl’s inner talent. The girl’s skills grew increasingly.
The young cute little girl wore a robe. She was too small for it at first, but eventually it fit her.
However, she had heard that proper mages used staves.
After a while, invaders set foot onto the peaceful snowy land.
A legion of monsters fought against human soldiers.
The Serbian Witch fought against the enemies.
Monsters would freeze whenever she used her magic. Human soldiers could not withstand the cold and died as well.
The legend of the Serbian Witch spread throughout the continent!
In the history of the Versailles Continent, there once was a legendary master of Ice Magic.
Wind and rain heralded the coming of a storm. The Serbian Witch would wave her hand and everything froze.
The ice type magic, Freezing Storm!
- The magic of the Serbian Ice Witch has been restored.Forcefully altering the climate to subdue enemies.Those familiar with ice based magic can now learn advanced magic.
“Ah!”
Drum sighed.
Serbian Witch’s Broken Beads. They had managed to restore the beads. Now it was possible to learn new types of magic without the need of a spellbook or materials. The beads contained the skills for highly advance ice magic. For Drum, a professional ice mage, it was one of the best magical treasures.
Oberon approached him and put his hands on his shoulder.
“There’ll be another chance.”
Drum lamented for a while.
“I’ll have a chance again?”
“Perhaps...”
“...”
The beads were obtained by the expedition after a lot of hardship.
Drum inevitably raised the Witch Beads to the altar of the gods.
***
The live internet feed ended at sunset as the expedition dedicated the beads to the altar.
It was not just in reality. Taverns all across the continent of Versailles with magical screens installed could see the footage.
“The heat wave is going to disappear?”
“How could they do this?”
People had already given up trying to adjust to the heat.
They found it incredibly hard to believe that the heat would be gone so easily.
Nevertheless, they had some expectations.
At that moment, there was no event more important that this.
The Witch's Beads disintegrated into dust when they were placed on that altar. However, the powers within the beads began to cycle and create its impact on the entire continent.
The sweltering heat caused by the Curse of the Scorpion King on the continent began to change.
The atmospheric temperature lowered until it was how it used to be.
A refreshing breeze blew past, cooling the lukewarm beers.
“Bravo.”
“Cheers.”
Many people threw festivals, indulging in their excitement over the success.
You could see people yelling in pleasure across almost every city or town in the Versailles continent.
Weed rode on the Wyverns with Alveron and took to the skies. They were escorted by Bingryong. They had left to check on the remnants of the Valley of Death.
The place was teeming with monsters.
“Kyawoo. It’s a human!”
“Kill him!”
Weed shook his head.
“Looks like it’s gone.”
The Valley of Death was covered in snow and ice.
The sun was in the sky, but it did not feel hot and a warm breeze blew. Since the Serbian Witch Beads had been restored, chilling air no longer permeated from the cracks.
The source of the curse.
The heat wave that covered the entire continent was proving extremely useful.
The snow and ice, that never seemed to melt, dissolved instantly into water. Because of the Valley of Death, it flowed through like the rapids. But because the land was so barren, it quickly sucked up the moisture that was being offered.
“Gaaahh! The heat! It’s burning my body! Master!”
Bingryong was suffering as he struggled to beat his wings in the sky. Droplets of water dripped and fell from his body of ice.
For most people the increasing temperature was a blessing, but to Bingryong it led to weakening his strength.
“Please, spare me. Master.”
Bingryong was overwhelmed with pain and tears. His eyes held the most heartbreaking glance.
“Useless!”
His penetrating glance told Bingryong to knock it off. This much was not enough to be out of breath. Even with the hot weather, he would not be pampered. Even with his tremendous Stamina and Health, he struggled with his wings. It takes a lot of time to recover. He was weakened even more so, considering that it had not been long since his battle with the other dragon.
Weed finally messaged Seoyoon.
A normal person would never pretend to be unable to speak!
“Since she hasn't messaged me, she must have found a decent quest or a good hunting ground.”
Weed nodded.
Weed guessed that Seoyoon was not a good natured person or she would not have fed poison to him when he was sick.
“I’ll see if I can contact her next time.”
Seoyoon was lingering around in Morata.
People were wandering around within the bustling town.
“The weather is getting warmer.”
“Maybe it’s time for the town to start getting some new clothes? It’s not going to be easy to work in winter clothing.”
“Monsters are going to get more active in this kind of weather. We need to get the walls repaired to stop monsters from invading.”
The townsfolk were working and talking. They were doing things from smithing farming tools to making fabric for clothes.
Productivity in Morata had increased significantly because of the recent festival and many houses in the local area were reconstructed.
Alveron politely addressed him.
“Weed-nim, I will return to the village with the rest of the priests and assist the townspeople.”
“Thank you for all the help.”
“Yes. You can call us anytime if monsters invade.”
The village was under the protection of the Church of Freya so many priests and paladins were staying in Morata.
The village elder was roasting a sweet potatoe as Weed came back from his travels.
“Welcome back, hero-nim.”
“I have returned.”
“Are you here to turn in the commission I gave you?”
“Yes, but more than that I am hungry.”
Weed loved food.
But he did not excessively eat it. If fullness was excessively full, then stamina was quickly exhausted. However, he did not give up a situation where he could get free food!
Beggar instincts.
The ability to find food in any situation!
“To give the hero of the village a mere sweet potato...”
“That’s fine.”
“Well, the polite thing would be to serve food so...”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“No, the pleasure is mine.”
The village elder, with tears in his eyes, offered him the sweet potato.
As Weed ate the sweet potato that was soaked in kimchi.
- Satiety has been filled.
Stamina has increased by 10%.
It was a simple dish of sweet potatoes.
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