The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

The Battle Maestro 1

The Litvart Dungeon is located at the entrance of the Grave Mountains, it takes 3 hours by horseback from the fortress of Serabourg to get there. Weed's donkey often veered off course, sometimes casually stopping to eat grass. Weed had to keep persuading him to stay on the right track.

In front of the dungeon, a knight who was going to guard their riding horse had been waiting.

"Johnson, take good care of the horse."

"Ready general."

The army led by General Midvale handed their horses to knight Johnson, then entered the dungeon. Weed finally broke free from the cunning donkey.

"Ready fight!"

"Place formation!"

The knights protected themselves with round shields of steel and armed with spears and swords. Compared to them, Weed's equipment was like trash. Iron sword and bow.

General Midvale who used to approach him. "Is that all you have, Weed?"

"Yes the general."

"You have poor supplies to fight on the front lines. Stay behind and support the knights."

"Good general."

The knights raised their shields and began to enter the dungeon. Weed followed them from behind. After a while of entry, they found 5 kobolds resting around a campfire, cooking something. Shocked by the sudden arrival of the invanters, the Kobolds were instantly on standby.

Graaaakh!

"Man! Enemy assault!"

Kobolds are small monsters of 20s level, they are less than 4 feet tall, and are armed with wooden shields and bronze swords.

"Kill them all!"

“The evil man's mistress! They're ruining our house! Rise up, brave kobold warrior!"

As the kobolds advanced, the soldiers were suddenly nervous. The new recruits, who had just graduated from the training camp, had never been in combat before. As Weed glanced at General Midvale, the knight with nonchalant eyes as if one or two casualties were natural.

'Isn't a knight supposed to keep his army alive? Maybe he wanted his men to experience the battle firsthand, Weed thought.

The knights quickly formed a formation and attacked the Kobold horde. Some kobolds pelted them with stones using catapults, but his attacks did not bother the knights in the least. Win numbers and have better equip, on the soldier beat the kobold with less damage. Every time the kobold dies, drop the item will fall.

“Buren, Becker, collect drop items.”

Two warriors whose names were called by Sir Midvale began collecting drop items. The item was only bronze with low quality, not too expensive, but enough to make agricultural tools. One of the reasons why the government has formed such an invanteri, in addition to training new recruits and restoring border security is to collect drop items, a fairly creative budget.

"I have to go hunting." Mumbled Weed.

In the next battle, he took out the Theo Grande Bow and aimed at the neck of a kobold.

'Hold your breath, tighten your hands, and aim for the target.'

The swish!

High agility and handicraft skills helped Weed aim his arrows at the targeted kobolds.

Level Up!

When Weed killed the three kobolds, a stat window about leveling up appeared. Kobolds that had levels above 20 gave Weed a huge EXP that was still level 13. Every kobold hit by his arrow dies because he deliberately chooses a dying kobold.

Cleverly, Weed shot out easily from behind as the knights risked their lives on the front lines. It was a selfish but safe tactic. A criminal who burns down a house is like an angel rather than a neighbor who loots useful items and jewelry from a burning house, right?

What Weed did was heinous, taking advantage of his brother-in-arms who were draining blood and sweat to fight monsters. Good people will not exploit them. On the other hand, Weed was worried that this tactic could backfire when knights began to notice it and criticize it.

Imagine how they felt when a kobold that only needed one strike suddenly died by an arrow that came out of nowhere. Weed was only shooting kobolds that were running away to survive, or when a helpless knight was surrounded by two or three kobolds.

Level Up!

Every time a kobold died in his hand, Weed smiled cheerfully. While the other knights were fighting hard in battle, all he needed to do was shoot from a safe place. What's easier than this?

The level skyrocketed as fast as the stock price of Google. Weed's plan of buying arrows before the quest started finally paid off. On their way deeper into the dungeon, they found a vast open space. General Midvale and his men circled the place, killing several kobolds upon detecting them, and returning to the place.

"Lunch break." Sir Midvale ordered.

"Good general." Buren and Becker immediately picked up a large pot and lit a fire.

As the youngest in the invanteri, they were told to do menial work. Weed walked towards them and took the knife.

"I will help you guys," Weed said with a shy smile.

Becker gave him a quick glance, “Oh, no need,”

“No problem, I like cooking. Although still amateur, but wouldn't it be better if I help you brave knights from Rosenheim kingdom?”

"You're so nice, Weed."

Weed quickly won the hearts of the knights. A man who voluntarily does menial work on an expedition is always very welcome. Because of that, Becker and Buren's attitude towards Weed changed. They are very happy when they are helped to cut the beef.

Of course, Weed had his own agenda, and it had nothing to do with any virtue. Just wanted to improve her cooking skills.

Weed sliced and put the meat in the pot, adding vegetables and seasonings to make soup. The dishes needed to serve the 32 people were quite a lot. Weed realized that cooking a lot of food was a shortcut to improving his cooking skills as quickly as possible.

Cooking: Level 2.0%

Hp :5%

Improving the taste of food!

Increase stamina recovery speed after eating!

Handicraft: Level 7.0%

Improving handicraft skills in every field.

2 Message windows appear almost simultaneously. Weed's cooking skill increased along with the handicraft skill. Hit two birds with one stone. What fun you're lying about.

Weed tasted a spoonful of soup, the privilege of a chef.

“Outstanding.”

Comparing this soup to cheap black bread was a real humiliation. It was not as delicious as the roast he had eaten a few days ago, but it tasted good enough for his first experience of cooking, thanks to his high handicraft skills offsetting his low cooking skills.

"Everything! Lunch is ready! Please eat."

The knights ate greedily, very exhausted after the hunt earlier.

“Waw, this is delicious.”

"I can't believe food can taste so delicious in the woods."

“Somehow, I think she is a better chef than my wife.”

They all gave Weed a thumbs up. Their reaction tells him that they want him to continue cooking for them.

He filled the empty bowl with beef soup continuously when asked, as well as his own bowl. The knights emptied the pot when the lunch break was over.

General Midvale approached Weed. He asked politely, “Weed, will you keep cooking for us?”

As it turned out, even a formidable knight appreciated the fine cuisine. Although, his request was due to being a famous noble, his tongue had become accustomed to good cuisine to the point of not being able to eat anything less.

"Yes, the general will take care of the food."

So, Weed was appointed as the official chef for the expedition. He had no reason to refuse General Midvale's request, however, he could also improve his cooking skills by cooking soup three times a day for 32 people. And that's not all he can do.

"Bring me broken weapons and armor. I can fix it!"

"Have you?"

"You can seriously fix it?"

“My sword can you fix?”

"My shield is half broken, the defense is also low."

"Bring up whatever's broken."

"The pair!"

Weed used repair skills to repair the weapons and shields that some knights brought to him. It would take a lot of time if one had to return to the city to repair the broken weapons. If it is left broken it will slow down the battle. Weed was very helpful to them.

“Thank you, Weed!”

General Midvale, who had been skeptical of his friend's recommendation to take Weed on the quest, was now very satisfied with him.

"You're our savior, Weed!”

“Ah! general overestimated.”

Weed mingled casually with the knights. Who knows what discomfort they should suffer without intervening from it. They had to return to the nearest village from time to time when they needed to repair the broken weapons and lack of groceries.

A rare magic item required an identification scroll paper that cost several gold. Instead, Weed could identify it on the spot with his identification skill. For the soldiers, it would be excruciating if they ate the bland cuisine of Buren and Becker that they referred to as meat soup, especially after they had enjoyed Weed's version.

"From the beginning we were not cooks!" Buren and Becker cried together in front of Weed. With this, the knights and Weed had formed a special relationship.

Swing!

When an arrow flew from Weed, a kobold died. Kobolds are considered relatively weak monsters. They knew how to use weapons, but their weapons were fragile as if they were made by children. They basically relied on the sheer number of teammates in battle.

"Kiyowwoo!"

A group of 9 kobolds attacked at once.

'Come! My precious EXP!'

Weed grinned with satisfaction, he greeted the kobolds with a voiceless cheer. He shot out indiscriminately, gathering EXP easily. The front row defense was guarded by knights. All he had to do was shoot as much as possible.

Level Up!

Level Up!

New Skill: You have studied Archery

The level increase was insane. Weed also got archery skills, skills that were usually exclusive to the archer profession. But not surprisingly, because Weed did nothing but shoot arrows, never once swinging a sword in battle.

Even so, the knights did not envy one bit. Because after the battle, Weed was the busiest person. He cooks, repairs weapons and treats the wounded. General Medvale had a stash of potions for emergencies, but his infantry knights could not afford such expensive potions. Weed pounded the potion to bandage it into the wound with his handicraft skill.

New Skill: You learned the Bandage Skill!

Allows you to stop bleeding.

Recovering HP dying while being treated.

The maximum number of skills a player can learn before choosing a profession is ten. Weed's bandage skill was influenced by the high handicraft skill, having an amazing effect. While busy caring for 30 patients every day, his skills improved greatly.

The infantry roamed the 1st and 2nd floors, slaughtering kobolds for a week. Some players sometimes met the troops and looked at Weed with envious gazes because they had the privilege of joining the NPC army to hunt monsters with them.

A week of killing kobolds raises its level to 26. The repair skill reached level 3, and the cooking skill reached level 4, giving him the special option to add 50 HP for those who ate his cooking until their level of satisfaction rose. However, there is a problem.

"Stat Window Quest!"

Litvart Dungeon Expeditionary Quest [II]

There were a hundred monsters inhabiting the Litvart dungeon. Kill all the monsters that are there without a remnant, and prove yourself worthy of a respectable profession. Completion of this quest will pave the right path for your destiny.

Difficulty Level: Unknown

Quest Terms: None

Number of Monsters Remaining: 100

About the quest given by the conselor Rodriguez, the number of monsters he had to kill did not decrease at all even though Weed had killed hundreds of kobolds. After a week-long warm-up in the kobold area, the troops went towards the third floor of the dungeon, the goblin's domain.

Hunting kobolds just to give new knights fighting experience, fighting goblins could put their lives at risk. The junior kobold level was in the 20s range. The senior kobold is level 23, and the warrior kobold is level 28, while the titleless kobold is level 30.

On the other hand, goblins were at level 50 and above. Their equipment was much better than kobolds in attack and defense power. The fighting strength of the goblins was 5 or 6 times stronger than the kobolds.

"Be careful from now on. If you feel in danger, back off immediately."

"Prepare to do it, General!"

The soldiers could not hide their excitement and tension. Their level was in the range of 22 to 25 kobold hunting results, but their confidence receded at the thought of facing the enemy was not yet known weakness, even the level was 2x that of them. The only thing to be thankful for is that goblins gather in fewer numbers than kobolds.

"Huuffftth."

Weed took a long breath. His stomach was nauseated to imagine that if the troops fought against the goblins in this condition, they would definitely suffer the inevitable casualties.

'Third? Maybe more too? I hope we won't be destroyed immediately.'

If Weed were to lead the army, he would need more time to train his troops to rise to higher levels and gain more experience before he led them to goblin headquarters, he would also teach them how to fight goblins to be more efficient.

The expeditionary force was commanded by General Midvale. Weed only had 2 options left. Following them like before, and could only watch them die, or give up on his quest and hunt more kobolds alone until his level was enough to hunt the goblins. The second choice that would do him a lot of harm, it was impossible for him to choose.

In fact, the reason Weed cared so much about the well-being of knights was because he did not want to see them die in vain after he worked hard to build a friendship with them.

"They're coming. Get ready!” Even before General Midvale finished his words, several goblins ran out of the cave.

Kigg!

"Man!'

"They must die!"

There are five goblins. The number of soldiers exceeded their number 6:1. Weed planned to shoot arrows at goblins to take the initiative and look for reproaches afterwards. Undoubtedly, a goblin produced an enormous amount of EXP, and he was eager to obtain it.

However, the knights froze instead. Their feet seemed to be firmly stuck to the ground. While the fighting spirit emanated from the goblins! The knights quivered against the level 50 enemies. Their swords fell down, unable to resist fear.

'Ellots.' Weed was upset.

The goblins were not easy to defeat even if the knights fought fearlessly, and now they were frozen before the battle began. It will cause disaster.

Weed glanced at General Midvale beside him. Obviously, the knight would not give his infantry spirit.

'The weak deserve to die.'

The knight code used in the Rosenheim Kingdom, was extremely cruel. Weed stepped forward. He attached his bow to his back and took out an iron sword.

'I believe in the friendship I've worked so hard to build.'

Then, he did something unimaginable to the other knights who remembered what he had done in the previous battle.  Weed shouted a battle cry and attacked the goblins with fighting spirit.

“Yatz!”

Klang's! Klang's!

Weed's sword was parried easily, giving him a feeling of futility. He could cover his level gap with his great stats, but his sword range was extremely important. His sword was not very effective against goblins who wore longer spears.

Weed began to count the benefits of not fighting, 'I don't use any defensive equipment at all. If they hit me, I'll die.'

The goblins repelled Weed's attack, and almost at the same time, thrust their swords at him. Weed swiftly bowed to avoid a mass attack. It took a proper alertness to his sharp reflexes to save his life. He did not intend to fight against the goblins seriously, so his attack was not too harsh.

"You must die a stupid man!"

"Your sword is low!"

With five spears, the goblins attacked randomly just relying on instinct. As long as Weed did not get too close in the distance of his sword, he was safe from being pierced by their spears. However, he pretended like he was in trouble, dodging their spears with a distance of only a few inches. In the eyes of the knights, the scene they saw seemed like a futile struggle by a weak being.

Although it had been quite a while since Weed's level had preceded the knights, their views towards him had not changed, they thought that Weed could only do tasks such as fixing things, cooking, and treating. The Weed they thought was like that was fighting against goblins! The eyes of the soldiers began to flare up in confidence. After a few exchanges of attacks, Weed took a few steps back and shouted in a loud voice.

"Look at them! This goblin is weaker than we thought! The spirit! We have more numbers! We are not alone, we are fighting together! Our comrades will take care of us!"

"HYAATTTSS!"

The soldiers got their morals back.

"It would be a shame if we took shelter behind Weed like cowards!"

"Rise, attack!"

The knights immediately flocked to attack the goblins. Weed quickly realized there was going to be a close-range battle, he immediately retreated from the battle.

"This rancid hound could only use a spear. If we fight within the range of their spears, it will only harm us. Lift up your shields, advance, narrow the distance between you, and block them from thrusting their spears freely."

Weed gave advice at the right time and with the right strategy. As the friendship between them reached the maximum level, his orders were instantly executed by the knights. They pressured the goblins into a corner. 2/3 of them held back with shields from the front, and the rest were on standby to unsheathe swords.

As the first two rows advanced using shields, the spears thrust by the goblins could only bounce back, shocking the brainless enemy. Once their distance became very close, the rows carrying the swords began to unsheatheathed their swords.

Leadership :+3

Weed was resting behind, watching the fight, his leadership rose by 3 points. Stat leadership strengthened control over NPC troops, and made it easier to gain followers or mercenaries. As the knights were motivated by Weed's suggestion and followed him, his leadership points increased.