The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

An unforgettable one!

Weed quickly observed the book.

The Unforgettable City in the Versailles Continent #4

*according to legend, d**i over the skies of the southern province of the kingdom of Rosenheim lies a mysterious city, according to records the city was inhabited by a race that was not human. They are Aves*.

As powerful warriors, the race hated the monsters and drove the bullies out of the southern provinces, so the monsters no longer appeared there. However, the race had now disappeared, and even the path to the City of Heaven, the name of the city above the sky had vanished.

Now that the city of Heaven has become an unforgettable legend, some people believe in the existence of the city but some doubt it. The natives of the southern provinces believed strongly about the existence of the city of heaven along with the brave Avians who inhabited it, it was inseparable from the elders in the southern provinces who continued to instill this legend in the minds of the next generation.

According to less convincing sources, there was a mysterious seed as the main source for ascending the City of Heaven.

Weed felt deceived. No one would believe such an absurd thing as the City of Heaven. How could there be a city hovering above the sky, against the entire laws of physics. Even if there really was, the city would be visible from the earth. It is hereby proven that the book stating the existence of the City of Heaven is the result of mere rumors.

But that was still not enough, his last message was even more absurd. About the existence of a seed that will grow up to the sky as a path to enter the City of Heaven. 'This rumor is absolutely outrageous. From this it is clear that this book has no credibility at all.'

It was as if he understood that Weed strongly distrusted the contents of the book. Volk immediately defended himself "You may not believe it now, but I got this book with great difficulty."

“…”

"I wish I could give you something better, but it just so happens to be just this book the most valuable item I have." Volk explained desperately, while showing the contents of his backpack, there was a rabbit skin, snake scales, and a broken sword.

Weed could have repaired his sword, but it was an ugly quality sword that only had +2 strength, it was not even useful to kobolds. It can only be sold for 2 copper, even after a long negotiation with the blacksmiths.

Volk looked down sadly, "I'm sorry, Weed."

Weed took a deep breath. 'Okay, this time I'll forgive. Thanks to him, I was able to find out the secret of the sculpture mastery. Otherwise, I would have been constantly creating the same sculpture forever. This time alone, I will forgive you even if I have deceived 10 silver. That's not a big deal.'

When Weed declared the price of 3 gold, he considered it negotiable. The price he had originally aimed to shock Volk into doing what Weed wanted. The price of most sculptures, which has not been determined by their standard price, is largely determined by the way a buyer negotiates with the sculptor.

2 Gold and 90 silver, plus useless books, were not a bad thing, plus the level rise from his masterty sculpture and handicraft. But, only God knew what Weed would do if offered only 2 gold and 80 silver.

"I think this book is worth 10 silver. Good luck with your proposal to him, Volk. And for the woman you love-" Weed deliberately paused his words.

"What?" Volk's forehead frowned.

“She will definitely be happy with a guy like you.” Weed said cynically. 'Having a stingy husband like you, at least he'll never be poor in his entire life.'

"Thank you, Weed." Volk smiled sincerely.

After shaking hands with Weed, Volk immediately left.

Weed looked at his back which was moving away. Suddenly he realized the precious items worn by Volk. His trousers were made of mithril, as well as his shoes were made of mithril, seeing that Weed was shaken.

'He was wearing a life cotton ring, a rare item that doubled HP's max! A priceless treasure! According to my knowledge, the earrings held back the lightning element. I heard it was only in the catalog, and no one really had it. You shameless bastard! you're rich, it's not fair that a rich man like you just cheated a poor sculptor like me.'

The items used by Volk were more valuable than what Weed could think. Some of them were even worth hundreds of thousands of gold.

Rice has become porridge. There was nothing else Weed could do but regret. But regret is useless. Weed stretched his hand and yawned from feeling tired after hours of sculpting the wreath.

Suddenly, the spectators started to show gold towards Weed and shouted loudly.

"Please make me the same bouquet!"

"I just bought two foxes, but can I trade them and change my order into a bouquet?"

"Please!"

...* * *...

After leaving the Serabourg Fortress, Volk smiled sweetly. His heart was extremely happy, inversely proportional to his sinister face. Earlier, Volk sincerely presented Weed's book of paradise city, having made him a wreath containing the heart of a scluptor.

The Book of the City of Heaven was the most precious thing to Volk. He spent two months getting it. In the book it is explained there is a mysterious city that has never been found by anyone. That's one of the reasons Volk came to Rosenheim Kingdom, he wanted to come to the city.

But for him to propose to the woman he loves is the most important thing in the world beyond anything. Volk had given his book to Weed in exchange for a bouquet of flowers, but he still regretted it to Weed because he felt it was incomparable to what he had obtained.

'I hope you don't throw it away. Keep it. I'm sure that book will be the most important clue to the city of heaven if you search for that city, and you'll get there someday.'

Volk smiled cheerfully as he held tightly to the wreath, gladly Volk went to the kingdom of Brent, where his beloved woman was.

...* * *...

Flowers made of wood!

It was the perfect gift for a man to propose to the woman he loved, and so rumors about Paladin Volk, his woman of worship, and a wreath of wood spread, weed's sculpture shop quickly became very famous.

Most players consider the statue to be a useless item, they place it carelessly, wooden statues are sometimes stooped with firewood near the fireplace, while stone statues are abandoned in the warehouse. But the story of the Volk has changed their view of the statue.

That day Weed made an important announcement to his customers, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn, "I'm sorry to interrupt your time, but here I will make an important announcement, that I won't make the same statue again! I hope you understand!"

Weed already knew the secret, so he didn't want to waste any more time and energy. He wanted to immediately raise the level of sclupture mastery and handicraft skill, that was his main goal making the announcement today. But the people thought it was different.

“He is a true artist!”

“He's so cool. He said he wouldn't make the same sculpture twice."

"Then, the price and value of the statue will definitely go up."

Weed's customers who had bought one or two rabbit or fox-shaped statues as souvenirs at low prices, now they ordered sculptures with original designs. The number of products he could complete dropped below 2 figures because a single piece of art took several hours to complete, but they were more popular than his previous products, and certainly more profitable, because he sells for three gold per statue.

Since the business does not require large capital, it is a very profitable business. In addition, the mastery sculpture skill and handicraft skill increased rapidly in a short period of time. In just three days, his sculpture mastery reached level 8, and his handicraft skill rose to level 4 intermediate.

When Weed was not taking new orders, he cooked and sold food. "Rabbit meat or fox meat! Bring me any meat, I'll cook it for you. The cuisine can't be stored for a long time, it can only be eaten today as well!"

Weed's cooking skill gave HP and vitality bonuses to the food he cooked. That is a huge advantage for the poor. Those who found it difficult to sell meat after hunting monsters near the fortress flocked to Weed.

"This-"

"Can you really cook?"

"Yes. Trust me. All you have to pay is the fuel. Anyway, just bring any meat to me whenever you want." Weed smiled warmly. Professional smile of a business person.

Food made with the hands of an artist, the cuisine served by Weed was a beautiful work of art. Many players learn cooking skills because they will be useful when they are in the wild. But not many amateur chefs can use art statistics when they cook.

Except for professional chefs, not many players invested time and energy on cooking skills, and mouthwatering cuisine was very rare to find even those cooked by professional chefs. Selling quality food at a low price, made Weed's stall sell well. Players are willing to queue up to get bonus HP and vitality.

After a week had passed spent sculpting the order sculpture and selling the cuisine, someone sent a whisper to Weed.

- Weed, can you hear me?

He was Pale, an archer Weed had become acquainted with while hunting foxes and wolves that night.

- Hi! Long time no see. (Grad)

thankfully you are online. From anywhere? I text you every day, but my message is always on the block. (Pale)

I've been busy for a few days. (Grad)

Because Weed entered a secret place in the Litvart dungeon, sending and receiving messages were automatically blocked. Pale didn't know that.

- I get it. Do you have time now? (Pale)

Weed looked around. His sculptures are still popular, but depend on customer orders, so his sales are past peak times. What people want for souvenirs are mostly the same shape. So, his statement would only make a different statue backfire for him.

- Yes (Weed)

The Village Baran Expeditionary Quest!

A remote village located on the border of Risenheim kingdom, the village has been besieged by monsters.

Special forces from the works had been dispatched to strengthen the fort's defenses, and the royal forces had been organized on the frontlines to hunt down the approaching monsters. However, the goblins and orcs who attacked and looted the crops of the citizens increasingly rampant, making the royal palace dizzy.

The expedition quest assigned to Darius was a group quest to take over Baran Village from the hands of the orcs. People who join the expedition will get the same quest to drive the orcs out of the village.

Over the past few days, this topic has spread beyond the Citadel of Serabourg. Even players from other kingdoms flocked to Serabourg Fortress with the same goal of joining the expedition quest, making the quest members more crowded every day.

Members who participate in the quest will receive bonus EXP and fame, as a reward from the Rosenheim kingdom. This news was becoming the hottest topic, but it had not reached Weed's ears because he was too busy sculpting sculptures and cooking orders at his stall.

Weed did not think long, after knowing this news, he immediately agreed to meet his old team members. They've been waiting downtown.

"It's nice to see you again Weed."

"Wow! Long time no see!"

Surka and Romuna greeted Weed enthusiastically. Their appearances all changed drastically from before. Surka was wearing a robe that made her look elegant and charming, Irene was wearing a snow-white priest outfit. As for Romuna, she only wears the commonly found black robe, even though she looks more dazzling than the last time they met.

They were also shocked to see Weed after he got closer, as he still did not change his appearance.

"Weed, where have you been?"

Weed smiled slightly, "The story is long-"

Before Weed answered completely, Surka cut him off first, "I understand. You haven't logged in for weeks, have you?"

"..."

"Oh yes, do you want to join the expedition quest to Baran Village? Come with us, Weed!" Romuna slipped her hand into Weed's arm casually as if they were a couple.

Pale looked at them with a wounded expression, making Weed slightly tremble. He had already sensed that Pale was actually secretly fond of Romuna. Weed took his hands off Romuna's strong clutches, he looked at them one by one. "How much are you at now?"

"I'm level 48. It was because I had died 5 or 6 times while hunting monsters, so my level is the lowest now," Surka replied timidly.

"My level is 51." Irene answered proudly.

"Sama, me too." Romuna chimed in, she even had a friendship with Irene.

"Level 53." Pale replied briefly, even his expression was stiff, he was still troubled by Romuna's familiarity with Weed.

Weed understood that his party members were friends with each other in the real world, so they always hunted monsters together, and leveled up at almost the same speed. However, it was obvious that they had been hunting seriously as their levels rose faster than the players in general.

They confessed to Weed that they were on a temporary college leave. Although they did not discuss it, Weed suspected that they had played Royal Road non-stop, without sleep, confined in a dark, isolated room, and were less socialized individuals.

Pale then determined that Weed would come with them to join the expedition. "They said, the requirement to join this quest is level 30 and above. While the profit is quite satisfactory, you will be given a fair amount of EXP, and also get some fame."

The expeditionary force was scheduled to fight some kind of monster. The main target is the orcs who control Baran Village, but most likely will be faced with goblins who are relatively not too dangerous.

"This Quest has a little risk, but we can ask for help from NPCs if there is an unexpected event. I'm sick and tired of seeing spider monsters and bandits." Pale's face still looked pale despite being furious.

When Weed wasn't with them the last few weeks, his party members had been hunting monsters in a nearby dungeon. The dungeon was full of poisonous red spiders that had minions behind each stalactite. Poison can indeed be overcome by Irene, but Pale was traumatized by the sticky cobwebs, he was so tired of fighting pitifully against the disgusting drooling giant spiders.

Weed nodded, he understood exactly what Pale had gone through. Because he also had various difficulties while hunting the giant worm queen in the Litvart dungeon. "There's no harm in us joining this quest."

"We welcome your return with pleasure, Weed. By the way-" Romuna looked at Weed confusedly.

"Yes?"

"Do you have a profession?"

Regarding the profession, Weed did not make his choice when he hunted with his party members first. They even bet personally when he would choose his profession.

"I've got a profession, but-"

"What profession is that? Tell us." Irene, who was usually quiet, looked at Weed with bright eyes. As the priest in charge of curing and treating her party members, she was entitled to know the profession of a party partner.

There were so many divisions for the warrior profession, not to mention other branches of the fighting profession that specialized in different weapons and fighting styles. Type tankers usually have a high defense and HP, and provide damage depending on the attack power and strength.

For the Surka and Pale professions, they belong to the attacking profession from a distance, it can be said as support because it has a higher agility, the deficiency has low strength and vitality than other types of fighters.

The next support profession is that Paladins, commonly called holy knights, can use holy powers, including Healing Hand to heal themselves thanks to their special status, Faith.

Weed scratched his non-itchy head. "My profession is a scluptor."

"Wow so cool! You chose the profession of an artist." Surka laughed cheerfully, but the others looked less happy. The ugly look of the sculptor was clearly engraved in their minds.

In fact, the sculptor profession was one of those craftsmen professions that had no relation at all to combat skills, and had no effect in terms of strength and vitality.

However, they still accepted Weed as he was from the deepest heart. They were not that reluctant to ignore the former brother-in-arms just because he chose one of the most undesirable professions.

"We are on our way to Commander Darius to join his forces. Come with us" said Pale.

"But I-" Weed looked worried, "I'm a scluptor."

"Don't worry, we can make up for your shortcomings. We need to move quickly before someone else fills the empty space. The supplies from his army were limited to only 300 players and 200 NPC soldiers recruited in the order of who came first." Pale explained quickly.

"Let's go Weed." Romuna persuaded him.

"If you think you don't have the qualifications to join just because you're a sculptor, we'll be ready to help you. Okay?" said Surka.

Now that Weed had told his profession, he had no other reason to say no. The women in the party felt like mothers who could not ignore Weed, even though they thought he was a weakling, even Pale had almost begged him to join the expedition quest to repay the kindness he had done for them before.

Weed was finally willing to go towards the troops Darius was in, after seeing their persistence in persuading him.

...***...

Duke Kanus held a regular meeting for the knights. All the knights who were inside the Fortress were obliged to attend without exception. At the meeting, they discussed how to drive the monsters out of Rosenheim, conscription plans, and other important issues.

"You have completed your task perfectly, General Midvale, and all the soldiers you lead are highly trained. I feel so proud that their levels all exceed 50." Duke Kanus smiled happily.

"It's not really me who trained them, Your Majesty," replied General Midvale respectfully.

"uh? I personally entrust this task to you. Tell me what happened," Duke Kanus' face seemed to lack confidence in his words.

"If you insist, Your Majesty," replied General Midvale. He then reported in detail all the events that had happened inside the Litvart dungeon.

"Hm. I understand." said Duke Kanus as he stroked his bushy mustache.

The other knight also looked surprised that a stranger who was not a native of Versailles descent, could complete the task well. The NPCs considered themselves to be locals because they were born on the Versailles Continent, and the players were strangers sent by the Most Holy Gaea god. Because NPCs actually have emotions, talk, and behave like humans in the real world, thanks to artificial intelligence that has been programmed nicely.

"Truly a great guy. General Midvale, why didn't you recruit him to join Rosenheim's infantry?" ask Duke Kanus.

"I've asked him to become a military officer twice, but he says that he wants to maintain his freedom and hunt monsters according to his own will." General Midvake looks a little disappointed with this fact.

"It's truly amazing," Duke Kanus said feeling extremely amazed.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Even if he's not part of our kingdom, I'm pretty sure that one day he will definitely devote some more time to Rosenheim" General Midvale said confidently.

"If your guess is indeed correct, we will definitely see him fighting by our side when the time comes," Duke Kanus said, then he changed the subject of the Litvart dungeon to discuss the next important topic.