Weed looked through the list again.
— The Ahreupen Empire gathered information on blacksmithing skills to make weapons and armors. The Ahreupen Empire was in a ceaseless war of conquest.
They had to fight humans for territory and hunt large monsters.
Despite their low skill levels, the Ahreupen Empire used padded leather to make heavy weight, high defense armors.
You can now make clothing and armor from the Imperial Knights and Guard.
— You have acquired the sewing skills of Ahreupen Empire clothing.
Clothing such as the wizard robes, royal clothing, the imperial chef, the palace maid, and a variety of other clothing
— There are still things unknown to the Sculptural Memories skill because the Seal of the Emperor could not be read completely. There are still parts of the sculpture that is damaged that require restoration.
It was true that hard work cultivated art!
Since Weed learned the Sculptural Memories skill, he could not earn more money.
He had learned the sewing methods for a large number of different types of equipment for his Sewing skill.
Weed had a twisted smile.
“Ah…to think that in this world that you can achieve things without having to give up on life.”
You could not go wrong living a life of hard work!
The Seal of the Emperor was a very old historical item so there were still things unknown about it. Even so, he still managed to get a way to earn a wide variety of income.
That much was going to be obvious!
“Kuheuheuheu!”
A crazed laugh came from Weed’s mouth.
Even more than the laugh when he found a sword or armor from hunting!
“If it’s this much then it’s going to be much better than the Demon Sword or the Ancient Shield.”
That is what came out when he finished his calculations.
For such a treasure to come to a sculptor was like a lifeline to increase the art stat.
However, somewhere along the line, the Ahreupen Kingdom collapsed.
He needed to restore the rest of the sculpture if he wanted to read the remaining memories.
Weed’s Sculpture Repair skill was significantly low since he hardly repaired sculptures!
“I need to break a few sculptures and repair them.”
He needed to raise his skill to finish the S rank quest but he expected a good reward.
“Well, I better go.”
The old mercenary that was with Weed finally left. In the River of Wailing, he drunk a lot of expensive alcohol. He would even sing while he drank. It was hard taking care of him and now he was finally gone. He had gotten the Imperial Seal from the mercenary. Now the mercenary was going back.
Weed’s eyes became sharp.
‘It was tough to obtain.’
Of course it was going to be difficult to contact the mercenary now. He could just check up on him some other time of course. Weed grasped both of the old mercenary’s hands.
“It was an honor. So it’s goodbye until we meet again? Try not to eat or drink too much. Here’s some snacks you can eat.”
He was pretending like it was a regretful parting that was both tender and heartwarming.
“I’m sorry to burden you, be sure to take care of yourself now old man.”
“Not at all, it was a good experience.”
“I better hurry back to the kingdom.”
“Send me a letter sometime. There’s still a lot of things about my life as a mercenary I haven’t told you about.”
The story of the mercenary’s life was surprisingly accurate. It was a realistic look at the history of the Continent of Versailles and a lot of it was connected to Weed’s quest.
“Huhuhu.”
The mercenary was comfortable so he chuckled.
It was a little bit of intimacy he got from talking with the old mercenary.
They got to know each other to some extent.
“Come by my place sometime, you’ll always be welcome. I’m going now.”
“Next time, I’ll let you meet my nephew.”
Weed looked around after the mercenary left.
Around the River of Wailing were the tribes that fought against the Embinyu Denomination.
Turn in the quest!
He collected his rewards so he could return to Morata.
Weed had the reputation as the best sculptor in the entire Continent of Versailles.
So he understood wanting to hide the sculptures he had made in the past.
“Wyvern. I’m disappointed that I didn’t make them correctly.”
He hurriedly made them to get them in time for the fight against the Undying Legion. He had undoubtedly brought them to life one after another.
“Still, I sculpted them myself…”
There was a lot to be desire of the Wyverns from Weed.
They were the first sculptures that Weed had given life to.
They had a sharp angular face so they had a lot of wind resistance.
Nevertheless, they were had a strong pride and they would follow his commands but they were arrogant.
“Hey, what do you think?”
“Where is the master?”
“Gone. We’re completely free!”
The Wyverns would seem like they’re betraying Weed, so he needed to teach them. Since he gave them life first, they had a duty as the eldest. There was a time to play and eat to get fat, but in the north they were now hunting and growing faithfully. Weed summoned them at the mountain to go back to Morata. The six wyverns lined up side by side and they looked like they just had a bath since they were glistening.
“Hey…how are you?”
Weed said in an apologetic tone.
He usually mobilized them for war so he didn’t think about them that much.
“Master we have been well.”
“Happy.”
“Unfortunately we could not see the master as often as we would want.”
Gyarurururuek.
He went ahead and rubbed Wah-1s face.
While he was doing so he could hear in on the Wyvern’s secret conversation.
“Why’s he being so nice to us?”
“There’s got to be a catch…”
“Be careful.”
Weed continue to stroke Wah-1’s face.
“Guys. It’s good to see you guys after so long.”
Weed was speaking gently now.
“I wanted to see your faces for such a long time.
“…”
The Wyverns remained silent.
Weed allowed them to spread their wings and enjoy flying around in the sky in his presence. Then Weed followed up with.
“You guys seem a little weak. I got some good food while I was hunting that you guys can try.”
The King Hydra and the Imugi meat that he was saving!
He split it up between the Wyverns the Geumini.
“I love you master.”
“Thank you.”
Wagu wagu.
The Wyverns ravenously tore through the meat with their mouths.
Geumini gracefully took out a small knife to slice it up and eat it.
After eating such delicious food, there was not part of the Wyverns that wasn’t satisfied. It was like a child that was proud of its parents.
“A few days ago we took down a bear centaur.”
“Bear centaur?”
“It was far away from Morata. We ate them. I wanted master to have a taste too.”
That meant that they were a humanoid species.
Even with expeditions, there was a large part of the north that was not detail and only known roughly.
There were many such places.
There were stories about these places too.
“How strong are you now?”
“Level 376.”
The Wyverns were over level 370.
When Weed gave life to them, they were only level 300 since they were only fine pieces.
It was Geumini’s turn after his meal.
“Master!”