Herman looked over the area and found Dwarves tipsily drinking beer, same as ever. He saw many Dwarves who were so drunk that they’d spread-eagled their short two arms and legs and fallen asleep.
‘Well, it figures that he’s down after drinking one glass each from all those Dwarves.’
Herman shook his head back and forth.
“Pin, will you help me a bit? Grab that side a little.”
“Yes.”
“Now, let’s move him.”
Then together with Pin, they laid Weed in a corner.
The drinking party looked like it would be going all through the night, and there were many Dwarves holding a glass of alcohol who came looking for him, so Herman was deeply immersed in conversation.
And then at some point, when he turned around he felt something was missing.
Weed, who had collapsed and fallen asleep because of his intoxication, had disappeared like magic!
“Oh, where’d this guy go?”
Herman hurried and searched.
“Is there any Dwarf who saw Art Hand?”
One dwarf pointed towards the exit leading above ground with his finger.
“He left that way earlier.”
“That-!”
Herman’s tipsiness completely flew away. Then he hurriedly whispered Weed.
– Look here!
– …
– Look here!
After calling him several times, Weed’s reply came through.
– Yes, Grandpa Herman.
– Humhum! Have you sobered up?
– No, not yet. I think I’m gonna die from nausea.
– It must be tough after drinking that much. Alright, when are you planning to come back.
– I was going to go aboveground to get some fresh outside air.
Even as Weed was replying, he was running toward the coal mine and was quickly making his escape.
He’d completely seen through it — he’d seen that the Dwarves had no inclination to pay as they drank the beer.
‘Then it was arranged to have me pay this money.’
He didn’t let his guard down even as he drank.
And the escape that utilized exquisite timing!
– Look here, how can you just leave like this?
– Why not. I thought the farewell party was pretty much over.
– That… You have to pay for the drinking tab.
– What did you say? Was I supposed to pay for that?
Weed sent the whisper with a tone that said that was ridiculous. It was a bewildering moment for Herman. Weed spoke again.
– You should have told me sooner, sir. If you had done so I would have paid before I left.
– Ahem. How about returning even now and paying. The drinking tab… let’s see, it should be a little over 3,500 gold.
For them to have drunk over 3,000 gold of beer, it was something impossible if not for the Dwarves’ stupidly enormous drinking ability.
– I have already left for the road, so how can I return.
– Even so…
– How about we do it like this. Please pay for it for now, Grandpa Herman. Next time I’ll repay you.
– Sh-should we do that.
– Yes.
– Looks like we’ll have to do that then. Alright. Later on you have to repay me for sure.
– Don’t worry. Who am I? Hahaha!
– Ha, haha.
* * *
Weed came out of Kuruso Kingdom and arrived at Iron Hand Village to turn in the quest.
As a Sculptor, when he left the kingdom he was required to offer 1 sculpture, so he took out the parrot sculpture that he usually carved and had kept with him.
Compared to the Sculptor Weed’s fame, it was a truly small item!
Although the sculpture would stay in Kuruso as something Weed had made, he had no interest in that kind of honor.
“Did you hear? The Resurrection Church has finally captured even the Phenomph Region.”
“Huh. That’s really terrible.”
“Who can stop them? If this keeps up, even capturing the Versailles Continent is not far in the future.”
Weed also heard the conversation of the Dwarves in Iron Hand Village.
The powerful Resurrection Army that Daymond led was menacing the Versailles Continent.
Earlier they had avoided a monster swarm invasion, drought, and a flood, but Daymond’s invasion this time was becoming the greatest crisis of the Versailles Continent.
The Dwarves whispered.
“They say that the kingdoms have decided to make their move.”
“They’re going to form a league and block the Resurrection Army.”
“They must be fretting ‘cause the Army is gonna cross over to their land too.”
“There’s no need for other words, ‘cause they’ve hung a 60 thousand gold bounty on Day’s head.”
This talk was a topic in the Dark Gamer guild too.
60 thousand gold was an enormous sum. It was enough to get people aiming for a quick fortune and encouraged Daymond’s assassination.
However, it was difficult to sneak through by routing the Demonic Spirts’ attention, and there was also a lot of talk about waiting because of predictions that Daymond’s bounty would increasingly rise.
‘To get a somewhat stable income, chaos that’s too drastic isn’t good…”
Weed entered the Sculpting Guild.
No matter what crisis troubled the continent, the Sculptor Guild was still the same.
“What a waste of materials. How many times do I have to say that this isn’t how you carve for you to understand!”
“You’re the shame of the Dwarves, the shame!”
The Dwarves who were sorrowfully learning the Sculpting Skill while being scolded by the instructor!
They recognized Weed’s face as he opened the door and came inside.
“He’s the Dwarf who left after taking the request that time.”
“Are you talking about the request to find the trail of Kendellev?”
“He’s the Dwarf who boldly accepted the request that no one could solve and left.”
“Tsk tsk. Looks like that Dwarf also finally came back to give up after trying and trying.”
The Dwarves were secretly gleeful.
When Weed received the request they had worried that he might possibly succeed, but at the sight of him returning covered with dust and without any energy like that, they figured that he had failed.
Although the discovery of Kendellev’s sculptures had already circulated through Royal Road broadcasts, by the look of it these Dwarves were completely in the dark.
Weed walked towards the Instructor.
“I have come to report the result of the quest.”
Sculpting Instructor Jorbid politely asked.
“You went through a lot. Was our Dwarf Sculptor’s legend the truth?”
“It was. There was a Sculptor in the Dwarf race, and his sculptures were beautiful.”
“Indeed! I believed that it was true. Can you show me Kendellev’s trail?”
“Of course.”
Weed opened his rucksack and stuck in his hands. After rummaging through the items in the rucksack, he grabbed something. Then, he pulled out something enclosed in his two hands.
“Here, this is Kendellev’s sculpture.”
As Weed parted his two hands, a confined bird made of water flew out.
The bird sang out with a bright voice as it went around and around the Sculptor Guild.
“Ah! This is the sculpture that our ancestor made!”
The Sculpting Instructor Jorbid could not hold back his deep emotion.
The comical sculpture in the shape of a sparrow flew in between the Dwarves.
The Dwarves had on a shocked expression that looked like they had seen a new world. Their jaws didn’t drop this much even when they were guzzling down beer.
“To say this is a sculpture! How is this a sculpture?”
“Isn’t this an item made by a genie or magic!”
“Sculptures have to be carved to be made, this is a fraud.”
Meanwhile, it was difficult for the Dwarves to accept this new sculpture.
From the stereotypes they possessed, they could not be convinced that the bird made of water that was flying around was a sculpture!
Weed shook his head.
‘It’ll be difficult for them to achieve lifelong Sculpting Skills with thoughts like those.’
Sculpting was a three-dimensional art.
Herman looked over the area and found Dwarves tipsily drinking beer, same as ever. He saw many Dwarves who were so drunk that they’d spread-eagled their short two arms and legs and fallen asleep.‘Well, it figures that he’s down after drinking one glass each from all those Dwarves.’Herman shook his head back and forth.“Pin, will you help me a bit? Grab that side a little.”“Yes.”“Now, let’s move him.”Then together with Pin, they laid Weed in a corner.The drinking party looked like it would be going all through the night, and there were many Dwarves holding a glass of alcohol who came looking for him, so Herman was deeply immersed in conversation.And then at some point, when he turned around he felt something was missing.Weed, who had collapsed and fallen asleep because of his intoxication, had disappeared like magic!“Oh, where’d this guy go?”Herman hurried and searched.“Is there any Dwarf who saw Art Hand?”One dwarf pointed towards the exit leading above ground with his finger.“He left that way earlier.”“That-!”Herman’s tipsiness completely flew away. Then he hurriedly whispered Weed.– Look here!– …– Look here!After calling him several times, Weed’s reply came through.– Yes, Grandpa Herman.– Humhum! Have you sobered up?– No, not yet. I think I’m gonna die from nausea.– It must be tough after drinking that much. Alright, when are you planning to come back.– I was going to go aboveground to get some fresh outside air.Even as Weed was replying, he was running toward the coal mine and was quickly making his escape.He’d completely seen through it — he’d seen that the Dwarves had no inclination to pay as they drank the beer.‘Then it was arranged to have me pay this money.’He didn’t let his guard down even as he drank.And the escape that utilized exquisite timing!– Look here, how can you just leave like this?– Why not. I thought the farewell party was pretty much over.– That… You have to pay for the drinking tab.– What did you say? Was I supposed to pay for that?Weed sent the whisper with a tone that said that was ridiculous. It was a bewildering moment for Herman. Weed spoke again.– You should have told me sooner, sir. If you had done so I would have paid before I left.– Ahem. How about returning even now and paying. The drinking tab… let’s see, it should be a little over 3,500 gold.For them to have drunk over 3,000 gold of beer, it was something impossible if not for the Dwarves’ stupidly enormous drinking ability.– I have already left for the road, so how can I return.– Even so…– How about we do it like this. Please pay for it for now, Grandpa Herman. Next time I’ll repay you.– Sh-should we do that.– Yes.– Looks like we’ll have to do that then. Alright. Later on you have to repay me for sure.– Don’t worry. Who am I? Hahaha!– Ha, haha.* * *Weed came out of Kuruso Kingdom and arrived at Iron Hand Village to turn in the quest.As a Sculptor, when he left the kingdom he was required to offer 1 sculpture, so he took out the parrot sculpture that he usually carved and had kept with him.Compared to the Sculptor Weed’s fame, it was a truly small item!Although the sculpture would stay in Kuruso as something Weed had made, he had no interest in that kind of honor.“Did you hear? The Resurrection Church has finally captured even the Phenomph Region.”“Huh. That’s really terrible.”“Who can stop them? If this keeps up, even capturing the Versailles Continent is not far in the future.”Weed also heard the conversation of the Dwarves in Iron Hand Village.The powerful Resurrection Army that Daymond led was menacing the Versailles Continent.Earlier they had avoided a monster swarm invasion, drought, and a flood, but Daymond’s invasion this time was becoming the greatest crisis of the Versailles Continent.The Dwarves whispered.“They say that the kingdoms have decided to make their move.”“They’re going to form a league and block the Resurrection Army.”“They must be fretting ‘cause the Army is gonna cross over to their land too.”“There’s no need for other words, ‘cause they’ve hung a 60 thousand gold bounty on Day’s head.”This talk was a topic in the Dark Gamer guild too.60 thousand gold was an enormous sum. It was enough to get people aiming for a quick fortune and encouraged Daymond’s assassination.
However, it was difficult to sneak through by routing the Demonic Spirts’ attention, and there was also a lot of talk about waiting because of predictions that Daymond’s bounty would increasingly rise.
‘To get a somewhat stable income, chaos that’s too drastic isn’t good…”
Weed entered the Sculpting Guild.
No matter what crisis troubled the continent, the Sculptor Guild was still the same.
“What a waste of materials. How many times do I have to say that this isn’t how you carve for you to understand!”
“You’re the shame of the Dwarves, the shame!”
The Dwarves who were sorrowfully learning the Sculpting Skill while being scolded by the instructor!
They recognized Weed’s face as he opened the door and came inside.
“He’s the Dwarf who left after taking the request that time.”
“Are you talking about the request to find the trail of Kendellev?”
“He’s the Dwarf who boldly accepted the request that no one could solve and left.”
“Tsk tsk. Looks like that Dwarf also finally came back to give up after trying and trying.”
The Dwarves were secretly gleeful.
When Weed received the request they had worried that he might possibly succeed, but at the sight of him returning covered with dust and without any energy like that, they figured that he had failed.
Although the discovery of Kendellev’s sculptures had already circulated through Royal Road broadcasts, by the look of it these Dwarves were completely in the dark.
Weed walked towards the Instructor.
“I have come to report the result of the quest.”
Sculpting Instructor Jorbid politely asked.
“You went through a lot. Was our Dwarf Sculptor’s legend the truth?”
“It was. There was a Sculptor in the Dwarf race, and his sculptures were beautiful.”
“Indeed! I believed that it was true. Can you show me Kendellev’s trail?”
“Of course.”
Weed opened his rucksack and stuck in his hands. After rummaging through the items in the rucksack, he grabbed something. Then, he pulled out something enclosed in his two hands.
“Here, this is Kendellev’s sculpture.”
As Weed parted his two hands, a confined bird made of water flew out.
The bird sang out with a bright voice as it went around and around the Sculptor Guild.
“Ah! This is the sculpture that our ancestor made!”
The Sculpting Instructor Jorbid could not hold back his deep emotion.
The comical sculpture in the shape of a sparrow flew in between the Dwarves.
The Dwarves had on a shocked expression that looked like they had seen a new world. Their jaws didn’t drop this much even when they were guzzling down beer.
“To say this is a sculpture! How is this a sculpture?”
“Isn’t this an item made by a genie or magic!”
“Sculptures have to be carved to be made, this is a fraud.”
Meanwhile, it was difficult for the Dwarves to accept this new sculpture.
From the stereotypes they possessed, they could not be convinced that the bird made of water that was flying around was a sculpture!
Weed shook his head.
‘It’ll be difficult for them to achieve lifelong Sculpting Skills with thoughts like those.’
Sculpting was a three-dimensional art.
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