The captain was envious and breathed a heavy sigh.
“These are truly happy men.”
During the weekday, he would accumulate considerably large amount of stress when he was working the company.
But sailing in Royal Road and looking for fun and trading goods, and now seeing the Geomchis he felt himself humbled.
"I think I was too comfortable."
The Trader’s cabin which served as a warehouse had a lot of high priced glass and precious metals. Throughout the Versailles continent he was included in the top 300 merchants. Traders were more or less similar to the Warrior class but leveled up by Trading.
The logbook in the High Seas was an opportunity to look back at yourself in the future.
“After we finish this trade, let’s get a new boat and crew and depart to that place!”
He pulled out the ocean map he received before. The probability that they could swim out of the sea was paper-thin, but their determination was very high.
In addition they were headed towards the place where there were pirates, uninhabited islands, or other places that no one had ever returned from.
The Captain decided then that he would embark on his own heart-racing adventure.
If the Captain saw how the Geomchi would occasionally drown in the ocean or get eaten by sea monsters, he might have realized how extremely they were adventuring and how much they were risking to do so.
And if he only knew the truth that the Geomchi had started swimming from Bellona Island on the inner Neria Sea, passing the Ocean Gateway to get all the way here.
No, perhaps he didn’t even need to have heard their stories or realized how far they’ve come. If the Captain were only a little more manly and brave, he would have stripped on the spot and started swimming with the Geomchi.
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Weed took a corner in the Square of Light and was focused.
The sculptures of Nature drew a lot of attention to the female players. Clouds, wind, and dirt turned into a magnificent landscape.
“Just because it’s big doesn’t mean it’s a Nature Sculpture.”
It was no surprise that the whole Versailles Continent was talking about the Nature Sculptures that Weed had been creating on top of mountain peaks all over the continent. Broadcasters were getting reports from witnesses, and there was still much debate about what actually happened on the High Seas.
Now, the Trade classes were breaking new grounds. It wasn’t only the Blacksmiths who were doing well in the bracket, there were Tailors and most especially Sculptors.
What people thought of these classes was quickly changing.
Weed’s Nature Sculptures were made to show the leaves that fall in autumn and go through all the extreme seasons until it sprouts again in spring.
That made their appearance grand. Even if artificially, but for true beauty, the sky's the limit.
"I'm going to continue making these small little things. This is what I get for the sake of Fame, stats, and skill proficiency. Because small things are where big things come from. "
Weed sat down and rationalized with himself. Something was off about this mission.
He got stuck in the mood.
"A saying about money goes, that even bullies are abused by bad people when they have loads of money... I just want to make something, but not too perfect that it’ll attract too much attention."
It was great working mainly on scenic places with his sister, whom he had not traveled with in a while. A younger sister was always a great company to her brother, he planned on giving Yurin some equipment that best fitted her.
“This is expensive. Give me more of a discount."
Weed used his high Fame to pressure the store owner.
“If I do that, I won’t be able to make a profit…”
“Selling isn’t something you do for money. It’s for the people! And it is done to gain virtue.”
“Hmm, since these are words from a very famous adventurer, I will do as you say.”
Hunting and Adventuring were simple, unlike purchasing clothing or armor at the store, things were not as direct.
His sister painted brighter pictures as they traveled around, she had the appearance of a relieved and smiling child.
‘She grew up well, even if I have not been able to take care of her properly.’
Without parents, Weed had to take on their role.
Ever since she was younger she acted properly, but he was always suspicious of outsiders. Yurin had a good smile and had always been popular.
Weed recalled telling bedtime stories to Yurin.
Fairytales occupied a very important part in building emotional young children!
Today I will tell you the story of the “Three Little Pigs”.
The three little pigs who left their parents built houses for themselves.
The first pig built one out of straw, the second pig built one out of wood and the last pig built his house with sturdy bricks.
But then, a wolf invaded them.