Merchants arbitrarily determined him as such. Weed, on the other hand, the god of war, the CoM players who knows him believes it. Many people thought that Weed the sculptor and this Weed is different, since their level and jobs were significantly different. Still not sure, but either way the vast majority of people were afraid. Weed and Rover unloaded a backpack full of enviable items.
“But that’s quite a lot of loot you got there.”
“Because I hunted diligently.” Weed insensitively replied as he continued dumping out his loot. Customers were yet to come, but the stall was ready for trade.
The staggering amount of loot catched the gaze of the neighboring merchants.
“Do you want to sell all that loot to me? I’ll give you a good price for it.”
Weed shook his head. “I can sell it myself.”
“It will be better to sell it using my trading skill. Obtaining a good deal is not that easy.” Merchants advised Weed, but he turned a deaf ear to their words. He was already pretty good at selling things from his teens. Selling herbs on the market in a much inflated price is one of the experiences he had learned!