Weed had to hesitate from simply kidnapping it and running.
“Emperor Geihar's Sculpture of Life.”
It was not a form of loyalty towards the emperor for having been his teacher of sorts. There was a more worrisome part.
“Golden Bird stat window!”
— Sculpture of Life stat window
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Name: Senolia Luseloni
Type: Nature
Race: Bird
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Class: The Tracker of Clear Skies
Title: Intelligent Bird
Fame: 60
A creature made by Emperor Geihar. Made at the same time along with the Imperial Ahreupen Seal. Likes fleshy, ample worms.
+Can talk to birds.
+Very fast
+Can break various weapons such as swords with its teeth.
+Can not be poisoned
+Unknown
+Unknown
It was a small cute bird in comparison to the giant armies of the Embinyu Cult and the King Hydra.
'I shouldn't touch it.'
Weed wet his mouth. He would not be able to tame Golden Bird like the others. As a sculpture of life, they devoted their lives to their parents. They were not accustomed to listening to others. The fact that the Wyverns and Geumini were still following him for so long and had not went to find another owner was proof.
Gugugu.
The Golden Bird flew out of the castle window away from Weed. It knew the identity of the enemy that destroyed the Niflheim Empire. Weed chased behind the Golden Bird. Golden Bird was leisurely riding on the wind's currents. Weed occasionally looked up at its location and raised his speed. He got Bingryong and Phoenix who were flying outside. It was handy when it came to moving over places like mountains and forests. It would be more difficult to tranverse such paths by land and wagon. After a couple of days, the Golden Bird flew northeast and arrived at the coast!
Kwaleuleuleuleung, kwagwagwagwang!
The sky was dark and cloudy and it looked like it was going to rain, making it difficult to seperate the sky from the ocean. The sound of thunder could be heard in the distance as the waves struck.
“Is that it?”
In response to Weed's question, the Golden Bird gave a cry.
Gugugu.
“Then where is it?”
Kkukku.
“It's up to me from here?”
Gugugu.
“So…the culprit behind the destruction of the Niflheim Empire is somewhere beyond here?”
Gugugu...
Weed could guess as much!
He had completed an S rank quest where the first step was to defeat the High Priest of the Embinyu Cult despite not gathering information through conversations. There was a need to have accurate background information to complete a quest. However, Weed had watched a lot of these kinds of experiences with his grandmother. They would kill time together by watching television. He had learned reasoning from watching drama!
“There was a trace of dragons in the fight against the Embinyu Cult in the River of Wailing. They must be related!”
Weed roughly noticed the identity of the Embinyu Cult. They were an evil organization on the Continent of Versailles. There were a number of quests involved with the destructions caused by the cult. Weed had a bad feeling about the Embinyu. The High Priest had not dropped any items because he had sacrificed his own life. He would have dropped something unique for high priests classes such as Saints.
“Miser. Worst ugly. Dirty bastard.”
Weed went on about his idea.
“So the Embinyu Cult intervened and caused the invasion of monsters…but we do not know the identity of the other culprit.”
There had to be someone behind the monsters. They had only been a supporting role in a drama. Villain, victim, intrigue, strife! The Niflheim Kingdom was the victim. The Embinyu Cult had supported the collapse of the empire. A long time passed. He stilled needed to wipe out the bad guys before the Niflheim Empire could reconstruct.
“Perfect. It makes perfect sense!”
Weed was impressed with his reason. He had never believed that the Embinyu Cult was behind all of it. There was no fun in a drama if the villain was alone. For there to be a great drama there had to be multiple large scale villains!
“Only then does it all fit together.”
He waited on the beach until morning but the storm showed no signs of passing. He had read similar information on the board about the geography of the Continent of Versailles.
Holy City: Do not enter my colleagues. Character level 376.
Misty Lake Region: I had wanted to go to the lake to hunt the singing elves only to die. Character level 312.
Owl's Nest: Do not go even if you want to commit suicide. I barely escaped. Character level 389.
Poco's Cave: Don't come here. I died in this place. I went the owl's nest with five others and died. We all dropped a level. Character level 388.
In the north there were a number of places that gamers had adventured into at the cost of their lives. They had only explored briefly but they gave what little information they had to the next challengers.
The northeast coast of the North: Severe rainstorm and lightning bolt strikes. Not accessible by sea. Climate is very bad. However, this smells like a quest. There are a large number of monsters in the ocean. Character level 379.
Based on the board, it looked like the lightning would never stop.
“The sea…”
The waves were high as if they would topple a ship. It would be no easy task for the Wyvern to navigate across the sea. They had no time to relax as hostile monsters would appear.
“We don't have the skills to make a boat.”
Weed was talking about the shipbuilding skill. It was associated with Intermediate Level 5 Blacksmithing which helps weave timber but it was impossible to make a large boat.
“Should I go back to Morata and start shipbuilding skills?”
It was a severe waste to build a Marines Guild in Morata just to learn the skill. Even if he managed to learn the skill, in order to get past the storm he needed at least intermediate shipbuilding skills.
“That would take at least a year…”
Weed was in pain from the headache. It would be very expensive to keep the Wyvern on the deck. He wanted to save money but he could not buy a fast boat and the central continent was also a problem. He needed to hire officer and a crew. It would all be very difficult to do.
“Master, there is something moving on the sea.”
“The sea?”
Weed squinted his eyes to look at the stormy waters. Like the Wyverns had said, there was something little sailing to the north. It was calmly sailing despite the high waves! It had ragged torn sailes and the mast was split into two. The hull had a giant hole in it. It became more visible with the rain and wind but it was a very old medium sized boat.
“Is it possible to sail in that state?”
Weed was puzzled. He had seen trading ships in broadcasts before. They were always in top condition since they needed to maintain a heavy load. He did not understand how in that condition it could carry itself through the storm. The Wyverns flewy to observe more closely.
“Master, there are undead riding on the deck of that ship.”
“Undead you say…”
An idea flashed into Weed's head. There was a ghost ship moving around in the sea.
“That means I can get a free ride!”