The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor

Weed put the Death Knight items for sale at a price between 10 to 15 thousand won.

“I don’t think the price is going to be that high, it’s not incredible equipment…”

Level 200 weapons.

Royal Road had many weapons and armor, whose names did not match.

Monsters had a lot of silver and loot.

This meant a lot of different types of gear.

This was true in other games as well.

High level monsters would drop weapons that could be sold for cash.

He sighed. Such items did not come to Lee Hyun easily. Unique and rare items, magic items from the system could be sold for a fair price.

Loot for quests sold for unexpectedly high prices, from 30,000 to 50,000 won.

The prices were increasing because of the nature of the users.

In Royal Road, the appearance of monsters was very realistic and detail oriented. The rotten corpses of monsters stank fiercely.

Not many people could hunt with the smell.

Undead monsters!

They were among the most avoided hunting locations.

Because people were unwilling to hunt the undead, the price for quest items increased from scarcity.

The items would be sold at more expensive prices.

“In total, it must hit at least 2.96 million won.”

Then he looked at the e-mail he had ignored earlier.

The Dark Gamers invitation!

He read the e-mail which said that the invitations were only sent to those that were chosen.

Lee Hyun was chosen to join in their meetings.

Such was the content of the invitation.

A skeleton holding money in one hand was pictured on the site’s background.

“It’s…”

The Dark Gamers’ Union.

There were rumors about this famous organization, but the truth was unclear.

“It’s probably not them and it’s got nothing to do with me.”

Lee Hyun clicked the trading site to confirm the bid. After sending a PM to the buyer, they decided on a trading location.

They decided to have the trade a day later.

Somuren Liberty City.

Liberty city had characteristics suited to a feudal lord, where there were few taxes and tariffs.

Thanks to that, many traders and adventurers stayed here. Most of the group of general users was always looking for better weapons.

In other places, the purchase price in stores included the taxes but in Liberty City the tax price was very cheap.

The city was a paradise for merchants.

Weed and Mapan arrived in the city at the last day of the time limit for the quest.

“Then I’ll be trading over there.”

Mapan left to go sell the loot.

There had been an incredible amount of monsters in the Bar Khu Mountains. Over the course of a month, the wagon was filled with loot.

A merchant’s inspiration was the excitement achieved through trading. It was a pleasure to sell in bulk and to buy expensive things at cheaper rates.

Mapan realized the pleasure of trading.

That was the benefit of accompanying Weed.

The luxury of trading without taxes!

‘Coming to Somuren Liberty City wasn’t so bad.’

Weed checked inside his backpack for the Herrera Cup again.

The purpose of coming here was just about to be completed..

The quest to return the holy relic to the Order of Freya.

Rather than heading to the church immediately, Weed went to the central fountain and looked around.

Liberty City was crowded with a tremendous amount of merchants.

They had opened stalls to sell stuff and were trying hard to find customers.

“I can repair any damaged items to maximum durability!”

“Selling food that recovers satiety.”

“Silk clothing for sale with +15 electrical magic resistance directly made to order.”

“Check out the various weapons and armors that I have made.”

“Get jewelry with various attributes for only 1 gold!”

Craftsman characters occupied one spot on the fountain for selling stuff.

“How much?”

“I came to pick up the clothes I ordered yesterday.”

“100 pieces of bread, please.”

The craftsman classes were treated the same as before.

Every day they sold near the fountain. The main classes like miners, blacksmiths, and tailors sold their goods around the fountain.

All sorts of other crafting classes were quietly buried off in a corner.

“This is fun, people gathering like this…”

Blacksmiths and Enchanters engaged in fierce competition with each other.

This sight couldn’t be called unfamiliar for Weed.

He had always had less competition when selling sculptures.

Down the eastern side of the square was a large red wooden building.

Weed headed to the location of the appointment. There were more than 10 people there waiting.

“I’m here to sell.”

Weed said to see their reaction.

People bought stuff from item trading sites.

Just say the name and the transaction number and you would receive the item.

“I’ve waited so long for this. This quest was so hard to do. I couldn’t fight against those undead monsters.”

“Thank you. It’s good to see that someone is selling a lot of the items.”

With those words, the buyers left.

Aside from the Dark Knight’s weapon, the rest of the items were sold for (the) Japtem quests. (no idea whatsoever how this quest should be called…left it as it is)

At dawn, his backpack was much lighter.

“This is the first profit from Royal Road.”

Weed was comfortable with the result and headed to the church.

The church of the Goddess Freya had been built with white marble, a symbol of beauty and prosperity. It had been built in the heart of the city and was thus easy to find.

Somuren Liberty City was built next to the Somuren River.

There was a white arched bridge built near the church building of Freya. Many users wanted to get the holy water, a type of blessing, so the area all around the temple was crowded.

In the distance, clerics and paladins were going in and out of the temple.

Whenever they raised their levels and learned new techniques and whenever they returned to the church, they would receive contribution.

Weed went inside, passing a little statue of the goddess with golden letters written on her.

Collection box, pay at least 10 silvers or more.

Weed wanted to turn around and leave without paying it.

“May the grace of the Goddess Freya be with you.”

Those that donated received a blessing from the priests.

The church’s Holy Spirit Blessing would increase defense for a period of time, also increasing health regeneration by 5.

It was the church’s main source of income.

“Get out of my way real quick.”

“I think he was the last person in line.”

Weed paused temporarily, and the users who had been waiting in line started complaining.

Waiting for turn to receive the blessing was a rule that the priests made the people adhere to.

Weed was here to return the Herrera Cup to the priest and did not want to give an excuse to the complaints that were erupting from the crowd.

“I am here to return something.”

“Yes?”

The priest blinked when he saw the Herrera Cup. Then a look of surprise came upon his face and he shouted in a loud voice.

“Oh, thank the Holy Goddess you’re here! This is a miracle! Come right this way, inside the High Priest will meet you.”

The surrounding temple priests took Weed inside. All the users gathered to receive the blessings were left alone because of priest scarceness.

“What the hell…”

“What the hell’s going on?”

The Inner Sanctum.

The High Priest’s room.

It was a place filled with symbolic murals and statues of the goddess, a solemn and noble atmosphere.

Here, Weed was able to return the Herrera Cup. Kneeling down on one knee like the knights from the Middle Ages, he said.

“I have, on behalf of Prospects, brought the Herrera Cup here.”

“Oh, this is it! How magnificent!”

The High Priest, his face full of wrinkles, was ecstatic as he held up the Herrera Cup.

Ttiring!

Weed thought while kneeling down.

‘This is amazing.’

The rewards from completing a quest from one of the three main churches had always been good.

But normally not this good!

But this was the not the end. The High Priest sat down in his chair and looked over to Weed.

He said to a Paladin.

“As compensation to this great warrior, bring the Paladin equipment and the Sword of Agatha.”

“Yes, High Priest.”

After a while they came out with a Paladin’s armor and a sword on a red cloth.

“Take it.”

The Paladin gear was laid down in the red cloth in front on Weed.

The High Priest handpicked the items in the cloth.

Items earned as compensation for the quest.

Weed was moved to tears.

It was a happy moment for him. But at a time like this you had to maintain composure.

‘I have never been lucky in Royal Road. I cannot rejoice just yet’

Weed decided not to prostrate and began checking the items.

Do not put off till tomorrow what you could do today, like immediately identifying something.

First was the sword, together with an antiquely engraved scabbard.

“Identify.”

To avoid startling the High Priest and the Paladins, Weed quietly admired the items.

‘This is much nicer than the Death Knight’s sword.’

It was usually better to have items with higher stats. But sometimes it was useful to have items with low requirements.

The Clay Sword was such a case. It was difficult to sell for a lot of money, but because there were few prereq

uisites, it was the perfect weapon for low level characters and could be sold for a higher price. A Clay Sword was the absolute weapon against rabbits and raccoons.

“Identify.”

Weed had difficulty breathing.

“Such a windfall of items…”

Up until now, he sparingly used thoseo bloody old gloves to conserve the durability, but now he no longer seemed to need them.

At level 200, his gear would all be set except the helmet.

‘A very wholesome reward, indeed.’

Weed got up from kneeling and then on the spot, put one hand on his chest and made a light bow with his waist.

“Now that I have done my duty, I will take my leave.”

It was time to go to the item trading site to check prices. Fisrt, he would look for a better sword as a replacement and then sell the Sword of Agatha.

However, the High priest looked up into the air. Clear tears were running down his cheeks.

“Brave warrior, you have shown your courage by defeating Balkan’s evil servant and retrieving the Herrera Cup.”

“…?”

Suddenly the High Priest was glaring.

‘Balkan stole the holy relics of the church and had them hidden by his servants.’

Weed decided to stay after looking at the Priest and paladins.

Weed did not know in the slightest of the increase in the familiarity he had gained with the church.

Weed replied as he hurriedly got down on one knee again.

“Yes.”

“Did you know? Our church has lost one more holy relic.”

“Yes?”

Weed was puzzled for a moment.

When he got the Herrera Cup, he had collected information from the Royal Road website.

The Church of Freya had three artifacts: a sacred cup of flowing holy water, Fargo’s crown of prosperity, and the Rending Sword.

“But…”

Weed noticed the white, rosewood-painted hat that the High Priest was wearing.

It was not the Holy Crown of Fargo.

“How did they dare to, in a time of chaos, have the undead steal the crown. Beings that are alive despite the fact that their death is contrary to the will of the Goddess.”

The High Priest said in his fury.

Then Weed instinctively replied.

“You are absolutely right”

“Those undead dare to endanger our peaceful land!”

“I wish to restore the peace and progress of the continent.”

It was always good to get to know secrets.

It was the cycle of blame. (?) (A translator should sort this out.)

Thanks to it, the relationships between humans did not disappear permanently.

“The monsters of the Versailles continent deserve to disappear from under the Goddess’ eyes. The undead must be defeated for the era of prosperity to dominate the continent.”

“Yes, I agree as well.”

Weed told the High Priest the story of what happened in Baran village, of the time the Lizardmen had invaded the village.

Thereafter he had been asked to sculpt the statue of the Goddess Freya in the form he considered the most beautiful.

Through the sculpture the possibility of another invasion through Lizardmen was diminished, leading to flourishing of the village.

“Oh, I heard the story about that sculptor! So it was you!”

The High Priest was impressed with the Statue of the Goddess Freya.

“Fortunately we were able to determine the identity of the one that stole the Crown of Fargo. We dispatched knights over three times, but to no avail. I believe that it would be better if you were to lead the attack instead.”

The quest-rewards were colossal. In chain quests, the rewards increased with each successive mission. Weed cheerfully read the contents of the quest but then his expression changed.

Balkan had shown the strength of his minions.

Their army had waged war against the powerful kingdoms and churches. Especially the powerful True Blood Clan Vampires.

The clan counted more than one thousand members and the lowest level a vampire had was 270. The head of the True Blood Clan, Tori, the leader of the True Blood Clan, was a known boss monster with a level of 400. It didn’t matter how strong Weed was right now, since no users was even close to reaching level 400.

‘It’s absurd to fight the True Blood Campire Clan and bring back the Crown of Fargo…’

Weed looked at the difficulty level.

‘Difficulty B! Three dispatched groups of Paladins have failed the quest. I can’t possibly complete it.’

You couldn’t clear this kind of difficulty level without forming a party with the most powerful users. No matter how high the rewards were, this fact remained unchanged.

“I’m sorry. I believe it would be tough to complete this mission with my lack of ability.”

It was inevitable since he couldn’t hope to complete the quest. He could only refuse.

But the High Priest smiled gently.

“You are far too modest, but that is not necessary. I leave this request to you.”

“No. I cannot accept this request.”

“There is no need to be too modest. A famous adventurer such as yourself is perfect for this kind of mission.”

Weed wanted to cry when he heard the words of the High Priest. To have humility misunderstood so much that it would result in a tragic ending.

‘Blindly put… intimacy of relationship.’

Because of the high reliability, the High Priest believed in him.

To make matters worse, the High Priest did not give up.

“In the legends, stories have been passed down in the church that when the church’s influence falls, a Hero will appear before a coming war and reclaim the lost treasures. You are that Hero!”

Weed could feel his ears failing when he heard the High Priest say this outlandish legend.

Then he heard a familiar sound.

Ttiring!

Weed hurriedly checked the quest and it was the B rank difficulty quest in the quest window.

‘The quest is forced on the person who finds the Herrera Cup? I can’t help it then. Maybe a chance will appear’

His judgment was shrewd, fast but realistic. There was always an opportunity to live.

However, the High Priest plunged him into despair with his next words and there was no room to escape.

“Twenty years ago, the Paladins managed to make teleport gates and succeeded to set up the last one to Morata. With the teleport gate, one can be moved instantly without needing to travel.”

“So you’re saying…”

Weed’s lip trembled slightly.

“It is urgent and you must not delay any further. You will be departing tomorrow at this time and one priest will be sent to accompany you and aid in your mission. He will play an important role in saving our brothers and children that have been petrified by the vampires.”