“Perhaps he looks a little like the sculptor from before?
“No, I feel they look alike but...”
“It looks similar.”
“Yes. That’s Sculptor Weed.”
The saying birds of the same feather flock together was not wrong.
The other people could barely notice that it was Weed’s face.
The face that seemed to say poverty and need!
Weed looked rather ordinary so he was relieved that others would not recognize him. However, the pedestrians’ reactions were different.
“That armor must be fake.”
“Well, mostly. It must be coated with Mithril on the surface only or something.”
“It doesn’t even look that good.”
Weed and Mapan ignored the reaction of the people behind them and went to Yurin.
“Yurin, let’s go.”
Yurin was in the middle of painting a picture when she looked up.
“Yes, Oppa! But, your clothes...”
“Huh?”
Weed looked over his clothes slowly.
“Why do you say that? Is it because I’m wearing the Talrock armor?
“Oh, it’s nothing really. It’s just a little unique...”
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