The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

The road to Baran Village!

The jungle of the North!

The expeditionary forces of Baran Village were stopping for rest and lunch. Some players eat dry food or black bread. As well as the NPC warriors, they always applied to eat on time.

"What about our food preparation?" Surka looked at Pale.

After looking at Pale, they all turned their eyes towards Weed. Because they knew with the conversation that had taken place between Weed and the shopkeeper this morning, that Weed was quite good at cooking.

Weed understood about their worries, He stepped forward in front of the team to split the task, "I'll make you guys some food. Pale, can you hunt rabbits and deer? Bring two tails."

"okay." Pale responded to his request directly.

"We're going to find firewood!" Surka said out loud even before Weed gave instructions to her, she immediately pulled the other two girls into the forest.

Pale smiled slightly at Weed while shrugging both shoulders. He then carried his bow following in the footsteps of Irene and the others, before long he returned with 3 rabbits and 2 deer. As an Archer who was heavily armed with a bow, he was now adept at shooting rabbits without missing.

"Now I will prepare delicious meals for you," Weed began to arrange the cooking spices. He lit a bonfire, skinned rabbits and deer, then stabbed them with a pre-formed log. After all was ready, he roasted the meat on the fireplace, twisting it little by little, lastly seasoning it evenly.

"Emmm, it looks good." Surka sniffed towards the grill, her eyes closed full of passion.

"Can we eat it now?" Irene swallowed some saliva while glaring at the grilled meat.

Surka and Irene were lulled by the scent of meat being roasted, an irresistible temptation.

Previously, Weed had lured the tongue and stomach of Midvale's jedral and his troops in the Litvart Dungeon. They ate the meat soup like a bunch of hungry wolves, even dredging the crust of the pot did not want to waste the remaining broth.

While now, his handicraft skill has reached the intermediate level, making his cooking emit a stronger aroma, plus statistical art that makes roast meat look more delicious. Even the meat roasted over the fire was shiny and appetizing.

"Please enjoy." Weed served his cooking, he was very sure that he had made his friends suffer while waiting for his cooking. As the saying goes, hunger is the most delicious spice.

The munch!

After Weed had served the dish, his friends immediately scrambled to grab the roast, they tore it quickly ignoring the heat of the freshly picked up from the fireplace. Then eat it with gourd until it fills the mouth.

"Yes God! Enaaaakkk!" Surka shouted long while chewing quickly.

"You're the best, Weed!" Romuna held out her two greasy thumbs. His lips were even coated with yellow oil.

Irene ate one whole roasted rabbit meat. Pale was busy devouring all the elk thighs. They looked like ravenous wolves that devoured everything to the bone.

"Thank you, Weed."

"Yes Weed, thank you very much."

They praised Weed again and again for being so happy to be able to eat such good food.

"It's normal." Weed looked around, and saw many other players surrounding their lunch unnoticed.

"It looks so good."

"true."

"I'm envious she could enjoy such a meal!"

Among them, Irene and Romuna's appetite is the most voracious and looks like they are enjoying the most delicious food in the world.

A man walked up to Weed's team, "May I have a little meat?" He threw away all the embarrassment to enjoy the most delicious-looking roast in the world.

"Please. But next time please bring some meat to me." Weed kindly distributed his cooking to others.

"really? Ah sure, thank you very much." Of course everyone accepted Weed's gift with pleasure. The food even ran out in an instant.

Weed started to work harder at the next meal because there were many players who came to him while carrying the hunted, asking Weed to cook it for them. Although there were actually some of them who could cook, but only cooking because they had to when the supplies were up, they did not have the skills like Weed.

Moreover, 80% of these expeditionary forces were men. They hate rough kitchen jobs like peeling potatoes and chopping onions in bulk. It was not only the male player who hated him, but also the female player. Even those who had learned the cooking skill preferred to hunt meat and told Weed to cook it.

On the second day, a man let out a long sigh beside Weed, "I feel sorry to see you so exhausted even in the break, I really owe you, Weed."

"No need to hesitate, I'm doing this because I want to." Weed smiled at her even though she was busy cooking.

"But-"

Weed looked at him calmly, "Do you really feel bad about this? Then, what if we do barter? If you want to pay off your debt, you can pay for the food, I mean, for the cooking."

"Well, I totally agree, I'm finally feeling better."

Very profitable side job!

Weed began to collect little by little payment from his cooking. Of course Weed wouldn't miss any opportunities, he appreciated his cooking spices more expensive than the original price, and none of his clients complained to him. They even felt that Weed's cooking was better than the price.

When the expedition broke out in a city, Weed immediately filled a large stock of cooking spices. He wanted to immediately raise his cooking skill in order to get a lot of secret recipe bonuses. The new menu will definitely bring him a lot of benefits.

Weed's mood became very good after experiencing many advantages to this extent. On the way he was busy improving the cooking skill accompanied by Knife Sclupting Zahab, in addition to its original function for sculpting can also be used to peel potatoes. The result was perfect, so he had made good use of knife sclupting. 'Sculpting and peeling potatoes are the same thing.'

The original cuisine Weed served increased HP by 5%. Coupled with intermediate level handicraft skills that provide an effect of 50%. So the results of Weed's cooking will produce HP as much as 7.5%. This increase does not seem important, but it can prevent a person from dying from a sudden attack.

The familiar-looking faces approached Weed who was too busy cooking. They were all wearing Rosenheim infantry uniforms.

"Commander!"

There were only a few NPCs who called Weed that name. Weed stopped cutting the meat, he raised his head and saw the face he had known was smiling warmly in front of him. "You guys are-"

"How are you guys?" Weed greeted them kindly.

"We're all promoted to army chief, commander." Becker answered him loudly.

The soldiers that Weed had trained so hard were promoted to denarions, they could not return to their original regiments. So, the military superior gave them an army to run a new quest.

"So the superior ordered you to join the expedition to Baran Village." Weed was proud of them.

"Right, commander," Dale looked very pleased to have met his commander here. "After this quest is completed, we will be assigned to guard the border in that village."

"Hehe." Hosram was delighted.

"I miss your cooking, commander," Becker looked at Weed longingly.

"We apologize for not being able to serve the commander again, but we can still show that our friendship will never be extinguished." Said his former men while holding their distended stomachs.

"How did he get to know the Rosenheim warrior?"

"Of his clothes they were no ordinary soldiers. They look like denarion."

"And they called Weed commander, didn't I hear wrong?"

Surka and Pale's eyes widened perfectly, they were greatly shocked by this reality. Because the denarion was quite a high position, and the level of people who looked like denarion in front of Weed also seemed to have a high level.

Weed served his cooking to his former men, "Of course, this is eating."

Without further ado, all of the supplies for their troops were immediately handed over to Weed right then and there.

...***...

It took 10 days for the expedition to reach Baran Village. And during that time Weed had been trying hard to improve his Cooking Skill to reach the intermediate level.

Previously Weed had also tried hard, while in the dungeon Litvart, every day he had to cook for 32 people 3 times a day, 96 dishes per day, a total of 3 thousand bowls.

Then while sculpting, he received a food order at the Serabuorg Fortress.

Now that Weed had returned to cooking for hundreds of people on his way to Baran Village, he had roughly served as many as 10 thousand dishes. Just count someone eating 3 meals a day, meaning that it will be 90 dishes a month, and 1080 dishes a year.

Meaning Weed had cooked the equivalent of an ordinary chef working for 10 years to reach the intermediate level. So Weed had been trying really hard to get this far. Because cooking as a hobby cannot be compared to willingly preparing thousands of foods just to improve cooking skills.

Although the sculpture mastery was the best for improving the handicraft skill, Weed did not want to get unwanted attention if sculpting the sculpture on the way. While cooking skills are well received, make money, and also increase fame.

The expedition could finally see Baran Village from a distance.

"We're almost there." Irene smiled happily at the reflection of the lush Baran Village.

"What kind of monsters are there? I can't wait to hunt." Surka began to imagine the monster she had met, then she giggled with Irene and Romuna, whether to discuss what.

In silence Weed looked at the sky. As far as the eye can see there will be nothing but white clouds and blue skies. The little hope in his heart collapsed instantly. 'I guessed it. The city of Heaven is a legend. I was just so bothered by nonsense. This was all because of the book of that vile robber. There it was written that Baran Village was the last place that had a clue about the City of Heaven. That's why I was willing to join this quest, it turns out I was wrong.'

When the expeditionary force was right in front of Baran Village, Darius shouted loudly, "Stop!"

Everyone whispered instead of questioning the reason for the sudden order. Because they could clearly figure out the cause, which was a shabbily dressed old man up ahead. He stumbled toward the expedition.

"What's your business, old man?" Darius asked arrogantly, he did not even bother to get off the horse. His body loomed, followed by five of his men who were also wearing horses, going around on the side as shields for him.

"Greetings, honorable commander. I'm a survivor of Baran Village." The old man bowed briefly.

Darius did not say anything, instead looking at him lazily.

The old man finally continued, "My name is Ghandilva, the village chief here. Actually it's not just me that survived, but there are a few more people, we're hiding now. I recently sent Jacksom to report on the disaster that our village had experienced to His Majesty the King to ask for reinforcements. I hope you are the one who will save us from this disaster."

"Yes" Darius answered briefly.

Ghandilva is the head of Baran Village, he and the other residents are very frightened, fortunately when the monsters attack, some manage to escape from the village with him.

"Calm down. We will help Baran Village from the monster invasion in a moment. So for now hide quietly." Darius said firmly.

"I'm glad to hear it, honorable commander. But I have a personal request."

"What's that?"

"Please save the villagers who were snatched by the disgusting creature. I promise this is the last request from this lowly old man." Ghandilva begged desperately.

Darius's eyes were shining. "Is this a quest?"

"Yes, this is a special quest from Baran Village, the esteemed commander," Ghandilva looked a little relieved, seeing the positive response from Darius.

"What gift can you give me?" Darius asked without a stale ado. As a high-leveled player of course for him there were certain qualifications to choose a quest. He was unwilling to accept a lowly quest that would waste too much time.

Ghandilva's face looked sad again. "We have no valuables, commander. This is all I can give you." Ghandilva shows a seed of a plant.

"As I thought. What gifts can I expect from a shabby old man? His village had also been invaded by monsters. No good equipment, let alone treasure." Darius refused him on the spot with a vile sneer. At first he thought the old man was only willing to cause trouble before entering Baran Village.

"Then we will hunt the monsters quickly, and if we have time, I will personally order some troops to rescue the survivors that are being mauled." Still Darius still chose to calm the old man's heart. "But we also don't know if the prisoners are still alive or not now. Don't block the road anymore, old man."

Darius drove his horse quickly away from Ghandilva. Some players in the army called out the name of their leader, but no one dared to help the elder.

Ghandilva fell down, he's desperate now. Then there was a hand that clasped his wrinkled hand, he was Weed.