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“I think I’d better go now.”
When Weed said he would leave Kuruso, the Dwarves were disappointed. They had become friendly through quests and sculptures.
“Do you really have to go?”
Herman asked with a sad voice, “Can’t you just continue making sculptures here in Kuruso.”
Blacksmiths did not often leave after settling in Kuruso. It had all the facilities and materials for blacksmithing, so there was no need.
Weed shook his head.
“I am a Sculptor. It’s difficult if a Sculptor does not travel the wide world and gather experience. Now that I’ve done what I wanted to do in Kuruso, I shall leave.”
He had acquired the secret skill of sculpting!
Although he was unable to find the wooden sculpture that the Sculpting Master had hidden somewhere, he had perceived the secret skill of sculpting on his own.
He had used over 300 Art stat to create the spirits, but at the end of his grinding he had recovered them all.
In the end, all he would leave behind were memories of gruesome grinding in the Dwarven City of Kuruso. Although of course, there were thrilling memories of when he restored Kendellev’s water sculptures hidden deep within the lake.
Herman spoke bitterly.
“In the end, you appear to be leaving.”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Then we will have a Dwarven farewell party.”
“There’s no need to go that far.”
“It is a tradition here in Kuruso.”
Though it was a tradition, Weed was uncomfortable and tried to refuse. Herman saw right through Weed’s thoughts and began to speak.
“It’s an event where all the Dwarves who settled in Kuruso comes out to drink and have fun. Because Blacksmiths spend most of their time polish their skills, they don’t come out often. However, all the Blacksmiths will attend the farewell party, and each one will give a present to the departing Dwarf.”
“It seems that we definitely have to have a farewell party.”
The word present changed Weed’s mind. It would be a joyful thing to leave with his belly amply stocked and his hands full of gifts.
Herman added, “Your Dwarven farewell party will probably be the last.”
“Because the sculptures you restored made the headlines, the number of Dwarves coming to Kuruso has really increased by a lot. Also, there aren’t any Dwarves who are as friendly with both the combat-related and crafting-related Dwarves.”
The rivalry between the craftsmen meant they felt extreme jealousy towards craftsmen who were more outstanding than themselves. However, Sculptors are not craftsmen and therefore were not regarded as competition, so everyone was comfortable with them. This was also a big part of the reason why Weed was able to become friends with Kuruso’s 5 Great Craftsmen, including Herman.
“Since this might be the last farewell party, we’ll have to make it magnificent. I’ll tell the Dwarves I know to be sure to bring out the goods they’ve been saving.”
“A Dwarf that’s leaving for a journey will need many things, so take this opportunity to get them, hahaha.”
“Hahaha, I sure will.”
Weed laughed happily.
Unlike birthday presents that he had to give back sometime later, he could simply and happily receive the presents from the farewell party.”
He could just receive them and give heartfelt thanks for them.
Weed thought the Dwarves were an unexpectedly romantic race.
‘I thought they’d just be a small and stubborn race, but they have a nice tradition.’
When Weed left for the lake to plan a new sculpture, Pin asked Herman.
“There’s one thing you didn’t tell him about the farewell party.”
“What is it?”
“The drinking tab.”
Herman just grinned.
“Would he have said yes if he had known?”
“If we’re to throw an enjoyable farewell party, it’s better that he doesn’t know. Even if us Dwarves eat and drink, how much could it possibly amount to?”
Herman did not lie.
He just didn’t say one thing.
That it’s customary for the leaving Dwarf to pay the drinking tab for the farewell party.
* * *
“Go to the wide continent and unfurl the Dwarf’s dream to your heart’s content. Cheers!”
Over 1,000 of Kuruso’s Dwarves gathered in the plaza next to the lakefront and drank beer.
“Kyaa, so good.”
“This is the taste!”
On the lake, there were duck sculptures made of water making ripples on the surface as they leisurely moved about. From beneath the water enormous whale sculptures were splashing up and about, creating rainbows.
The fantasy-like scenery that Kendellev’s sculptures showed, and the beer drunk in the Underground Kingdom!
The Dwarves were busy drinking beer from the barrel.
“If someone asks why Kuruso’s the best place, you can’t leave out the taste of the beer.”
“I dun think I can leave Kuruso just ‘cus of the taste of this beer.”
Although their mood probably played a part too, Kuruso really did have incredible tasting beer.
They were an existence in Kuruso that the Dwarves could only respect; they boasted that the beer made by Kuruso’s Beer Artisans had the best taste.
Dwarves find joy in drinking beer and happily getting drunk. They have the racial characteristic of liking beer. Their concentration, as well as several stats and skills, increases when they drink beer. If they fully rest for a day after getting completely drunk, they are back to their best condition by the next day and are able to make goods.
Every time they slammed empty iron cups to the table and saw the positive changes that occurred, the Dwarves felt rewarded.
“Art Hand, get over here!”
“Here, you oughta drink a cup here too.”
Weed moved from place to place and was busy drinking the offered alcohol. Since he was to some extent the main character of the farewell party, he had to participate.
“The quest that time was truly incredible.”
“You created a strategy for Dwarves to fight in caves, didn’t you.”
The Soldiers and Warriors praised Weed.
The way the drunken Dwarves said the same thing over and over again was the most awkward part of it all! Since Weed had to move from place to place, he heard similar words, but he endured it all.
‘If it’s for the sake of a free present, this level of boredom… I can endure it whenever.’’
The Dwarves game him shortswords, leather rucksacks, and things like bait food as presents.
The bait food not only emitted an incredibly good smell, it also had the effect of putting monsters to sleep. It only applied to monsters of life, and it had the drawback that monsters with a lot of suspicion didn’t often eat it. Monsters with big frames had to eat a huge amount of the bait for an effect to appear, and there were cases where monsters gathered because of the bait.
However, even taking into account the drawbacks, its considerable effects made it a type of dish that sold for high prices. Talented chefs had to make it with excellent ingredients, so the amount produced was low.
“It’d be good if this bait could save your life. The continent truly has many dangers so always be careful. And only go where there are a lot of Dwarves.”
“I’ll use it well.”
“Ya Dwarf, Art Hand isn’t even a beginner so there’s no need to say something like that. Art Hand… go. This Kuruso has really become a nice place to live, thanks to you. There are the even sculptures of water…”
In the warm atmosphere, Weed received and stowed away gifts. But Dwarves who were giving him their well-wishes suddenly tilted their heads.
“But the wings you made in the victory against Death Hand aren’t there anymore. Where did they suddenly go?”
“They were really magical wings but they suddenly disappeared. What happened to those wings?”
The Dwarves were wondering about the Wings of Light that Weed had granted life and stored away separately.
Weed explained in an evasive way.
“It’s made of light, isn’t it? What happens when you keep a candle lit for a long time?”
“It turns off.”
“That’s how it is.”
“Ah! So that’s how it was.”
“I thought it was something else. Haha!”
As they drank their beer the Dwarves smiled brightly, their doubts relieved.
The evasion went well because the Dwarves had drunk alcohol.
|– Intoxication level is going up.|
As Weed received and drank the offered beer, he became rather pleasantly tipsy.
“Art Hand, you’ve gotta drink the beer we’re givin’ too!”
“Come here, here!”
Though it was to the point where he had an unsteady gait, Weed walked over and received a glass topped to the brim with beer.
“Drink it aaaaalll at once.”
The Dwarves were a race that didn’t like to drink it sip by sip.
Weed superbly drank it all down in one shot.
“You’re a man after all, now, have a drumstick appetizer too.”
As Weed ate some appetizers and walked around, he even got to drink alcohol with Exper.
He was one of the 5 Great Craftsmen, and when Weed had first come to Kuruso his had been the first name he’d heard — the artisan who had songs made in his honor.
For Weed’s farewell party, all 5 Great Craftsmen had come here.
“One day I will definitely make a spear that can catch a Dragon. Hic.”
“I’m certain that if it’s elder, you will definitely make it.”
Though he was drunk, he made an effort to match Exper’s mood.
“Hiccup. I’m drunk. Anyways, I made this spear for you, so take it with you.”
|-You have acquired the Spear of the Fire Lance that was made by Artisan Exper.|
With a furtive check, he found it to be an incredibly excellent spear with over 78 attack power.
“Since it’s a spear with my name on it, don’t give it to anyone else. Haha.”
“Yes. Then have one more glass.”
“Now, pour it!”
Weed drank three glasses with Exper and moved elsewhere. When he was gathering plenty of presents again, Kuruso’s farewell party distinctly came to a climax.
“Drink, drink up!”
“Let’s drink it by the casket. That’ll show ‘em our most Dwarfliness* side.”[T/N: Like manliness… but Dwarfliness.]
“Wild Boar Roast, where’d ya go! Chef, bring us 5 Wild Boar Roasts!”
The Dwarves were boisterously making a clamor.
As Herman and Pin also drank beer with some Dwarves, they became extremely worried.
“Grandpa, is this gonna be okay?”
“Well… even I didn’t know that this many Dwarves were going to come. Oh man.”
“The drink tab is going to be enormous.”
“Since they don’t consider drinking moderately and going back, it looks like this is gonna become the best farewell party. These Dwarves really didn’t have anything to do. Or did Weed become this famous somewhere along the line?”
To the point where Herman clicked his tongue, almost every Dwarf in Kuruso was participating in the farewell party.
The Dwarves could feel that this might be the last farewell party, and there were many Dwarves who were only slightly related to Weed. Towards the Weed who might become the best Sculptor, there were many Dwarves who came because they wanted to build a personal connection with him.
Even though it was past midnight, the farewell party showed no signs of ending.
Weed even received a glass of beer from Fabio, one of the 5 Greats.
Fabio was in his mid-forties,had broad shoulders, and keen eyes.
Though it was Weed’s first time meeting him in person, through broadcasts and films, his was a face Weed had seen many times.
The most famous artisan Dwarf, who was believed to have enormous wealth and had outstanding Blacksmithing skills.
“Yes, thank you.”
Weed was one step away from being totally drunk.
|– Intoxication level has severely risen.
All stats are temporarily reduced.
As a result of the drinking he was getting dizzy, and his hand was trembling, but he endured with willpower.
‘Cannot be beaten by this degree of alcohol.’
Compared to the mental training he’d learned from SwordNoob, he could tolerate this degree of alcohol.
By strength of his will, Weed straightened his posture, and though his hand trembled, he did not spill a single drop of alcohol and received it.
The look in Fabio’s eyes deepened.
“I heard this story from my daughter. You refused the armor I gave out of goodwill when you were doing the quest.”
“I felt that you were a presumptuous kid. I thought you would fail because it was a perilous quest, but you proudly succeeded. And for a while this story about you became the hot topic in Kuruso.”
“I am flattered.”
“As long as you have ability, it’s fine to be arrogant. I saw you had engraved even the armors I entrusted fairly excellently.”
As Fabio downed his beer, Weed also followed and drank. 2 beer mugs were emptied. Both of them filled each other’s mugs.
“Seems you’re not a normal Dwarf.”
At Fabio’s words, Weed raised his gaze.
Their eyes met resolutely.
The whites of Weed’s eyes were red and bloodshot as a result of his intoxication, but they were deep and strong.
“I watched you drink alcohol as you moved around earlier. If you were a normal Dwarf, it’d be difficult to maintain a clear mind after drinking that much alcohol. Since I’m a Dwarf too, I know.”
“I’m on the side of holding liquor well.”
“Is that so. However, the way I see it, at the very least you’re not a normal Sculptor.”
Fabio’s eyes became more intense.
They were not eyes meant to investigate Weed.
As a person aged, insight formed and their temperaments strengthened. Following their impression from even their first meeting, it was possible for them to approximate what kind of person they were, what kind of nature they had.