He would make it so that Weed's sculptures could be put on display, allowing the residents and adventurers to see them.
Pavo began construction. He dove right into production because the work was so tremendous.
Pale was in the middle of hunting with his party in a dungeon when a whisper came from Weed.
— I have to hunt in an underground prison. It might be a little dangerous, but please send me one person or so.
The Embinyu Fortress underground prison was very complex. There were parties hunting and countless monsters everywhere. Since there was apparently a monster that used poison as well, it was tough to fight recklessly.
— I understand.
After ending the whisper, Pale spoke to his party. “Weed asked that we send one person.”
“Shall I go?” Hwaryeong stepped forward at once, as if she'd been waiting for it. There was no way she would miss an opportunity to be with Weed for the first time in a while.
“Of course Weed would welcome you, Hwaryeong, but he says he needs someone who can cure poison. Irene, do you want to go too?”
“What'll you do here if I go?”
“We'll figure it out somehow. It's fine since we have Da'in, too.”
Pale's party fulfilled very many requests from Morata. They were hunting and doing quests side-by-side while getting the book possessing the 'Secret of Manufacturing Ancient Breastplate.' Even though the quest they were currently doing had a difficulty of C, it was dangerous dungeon hunting where they were attacked by monsters with very high damage.
“Won't it be dangerous for the people left behind if both Hwaryeong and I go?”
“Maybe. It depends on how long Zephyr can hold on, but it'll definitely be a bit dangerous, huh?”
As a party that lacked a Warrior or Knight, it was true that they were uneasy whenever they did a dungeon exploration. Even though Zephyr took charge of defense, it was tough when there were a lot of monsters rushing in. Hwaryeong harassed the monsters with her Confusion Dance or Seduction Dance, so if both she and Irene were gone at the same time, it would greatly impede the exploration.
“I will go.” Holding a cudgel, Da'in stepped forward.
Shaman was the profession that could be called the jack of all trades! She had striking power, but it was also her specialty to soundly beat up the monsters when they went crazy.
As she swung her cudgel, Da'in occasionally murmured to herself. “Flogging has to be done by hand after all. There's no fun in hunting without the taste of giving a beating.”
The most popular Shaman in Morata, she had been helping out in Pale's party.
Zephyr nodded. “Miss Da'in can be relied on since she can detoxify and even cure. Looks like Hwaryeong and Da'in can go together and help him.”
After they decided on the people who would go to the underground prison, Yurin drew a picture based on Weed's explanation. In the picture, Yurin, Da'in, and Hwaryeong were standing next to Weed at the entrance of a dark prison. The advantage of Picture Teleportation was that multiple people could be moved at once. Granted, the teleportation of an absurd number of people was impossible since everyone had to be drawn on one sheet. They also couldn't teleport too deep underground due to the Mana limitation.
“Picture Teleportation!”
Yurin, Hwaryeong, and Da'in disappeared, as if they were sucked into the drawing. Then, as if swaying into being, they suddenly appeared in the place where Weed was waiting, the entrance to the underground prison.
MOOOOO!
Yellowy greeted them with a gentle face, as if glad to see them. He was a male, and as the special characteristic of an art creature, he liked beautiful people.
“Ohh, what a handsome and dashing bull.”
Hwaryeong gently stroked Yellow's neck. It was a happy moment for Yellowy, who went slack-jawed with a naive expression.
“Oppa, how much does this fella weigh?”
“He's a top of the line Korean cow. I added a little more to the special parts, like ribeye.”
“He looks tasty. Oughta be pretty good if you slow-cooked him and ate the bone broth mixed with rice.”
Yurin, who was joking because she was in front of Weed! Yellowy's complexion lost all color.
In the meantime, Weed and Da'in saw each other.
Da'in's face had become hard to recognize due to the aftermath of the curse she had received in Morata. She could get rid of the curse, but she had left it in order to see how Weed was getting along.
Da'in bowed lightly at the waist first as she greeted him. “Hello. I heard much about you.”
She greeted him while hiding her complex feelings from meeting him after a long time.
Weed introduced himself briefly. “I'm Sculptor Weed. So you're the Shaman introduced by Pale.”
“I'm Da'in.”
A spark flashed through Weed's eyes. Ever since he heard that there was a Shaman named Da'in in Pale's party, he'd thought it was a strange coincidence.
“Da'in… and you say you're a Shaman.”
“Why?”
Weed shook his head as if to clear something from his mind. “It's nothing. It's just that I recalled an old memory for a bit.”
“What kind of memory was it?”
“It's just… a memory I keep to myself. Now is not the time to share a long story.” Weed spoke coldly because he had remembered the bittersweet memory from Lavias.
Lots of people were gathering in order to sightsee after hearing the news that he had arrived at the entrance to the underground prison. There were also people who had followed him from the Matallost Church's temple. It would be better to take the mercenary Smith and get to the objective quickly.
“Let's go into the underground prison first and chat later.”
Weed pulled out his sword and advanced. He had used Sword Grind and Armor Polish in advance, so there was nothing holding him back.
Da'in swung her cudgel as she chanted a spell. Weed was encased in the effects of a spell that amplified Strength, increased Agility, movement speed, and attack speed, and even hardened his skin. The effect was to the extent that it was unbelievable that she was a normal Shaman. Weed's Strength increased by over 230, and his movement speed also became very fast. His whole body overflowed with strength, like he had dropped off heavy luggage. With his Stamina and Agility increased, he felt like he could run like the wind and leap from cliff to cliff. He felt as if he could run like a cheetah!
'She's an incredible Shaman,' Weed thought to himself.
One of the finest Shamans in Morata, the proficiency of her skills was far from average.
“What a tremendous underground dungeon. I didn't think it'd be this deep.”
The Warrior Hon looked around himself. The Embinyu's underground prison boasted a massive size, as well as a complex labyrinth and various test subjects. The level of the monsters was also on the high side, and the traps were numerous too. The Thief players in the party tried to disable all the traps, but it still took them over twenty-five days of struggling on the path to the place where the priests of the Matallost Church were tied up.
There were over 40 players who had received the 'Rescue the Prisoners of the Matallost Church' quest together, and their levels were fairly high as well. They were only able to comb this vast dungeon all the way to this point because they had the help of players like the Explorer and Elementalist.
The Paladin Billeo said, “Because it's an underground prison underneath the Embinyu Fortress… it truly wasn't a normal dungeon. About when do you think Weed will come?”
The Magician Easton lit a bonfire idly as he replied. “We heard he left Morata, so won't it take him about five days or so?”