My profession: Moonlight Sculptor

Baran village was bustling with a drastically increased number of users.

“All kinds of sculptures! Food for sale! Low durability armor or weapons, will be repaired cheaply.”

“Sculpture, What’s That?”

“20 silver per piece! Is it Expensive? As expensive as it is pretty: what is art if not original.”

The explosion of interested women accepted the user Weed!
The sculptures, which he made one by one, appeared alive.

Big stone sculptures don’t sell easily. In order to be popular, smaller means more attractive.
Models were also produced. Some were cute tiny pairs; the female users were enormously interested.

Weed simultaneously cooked while selling sculptures. Attracted by the smell of stews and stir-fry, people gathered. People who came to buy a sculpture were also interested by the smells of the cuisine.

“What are you cooking?”

“It’s poison.”

“Eek, poison? You’re trying to make poison? This delicious scent that’s being given off….”

“Yes, you will die twice when you eat it, because it is that delicious, it is a poisonous drug! Taste the cooking. Enjoy even the slightest bit!”

Weed’s hand hovered over with a spoon, giving the users a chance to taste the stew.

First of all the smell! The sweet taste was made from water boiled with wild edible greens, which were good for the body. The moment when it entered the mouth, the taste unraveled. With the stew, the eyes of the female users widened.

“Wow, delicious! Brother, can I buy some?”

“Yeah! We want to eat this often… mister, how much is it?

“For the stew, 15 silver.”

“Far too expensive for one dish, isn’t it?”

The faces of the male users became distorted. As if 15 silver was that significantly high a price! However with price, Weed never compromised. There was no room to compromise with money.

“The reason for my cooking is to allow many people to eat more delicious food. The path always changes, but it feels good. It seems cooking is expensive, since it brought complaints from everyone.”

“Well of course it is!”

“I would like to sell really cheap; however, the cost in materials of this is nearly 14 silvers. There is something else, the cost in food skill. When you consider all the effort I make and everything I do, I’m selling for next to nothing. Sniffle. The requirements for delicious food are driving me to give up my dreams of using cheap ingredients to create a cheap meal such as stew and other things. Regardless, it is really distressing. Sniffle!”

Weed cried detestably, it was an act. If he was stabbed and bled, Weed would not shed a tear. This was an investment. An investment in ingredients for no cost!

“Brother!”

The investment paid off, the female users cried out (lit. the text said cried out, “quack…”).

“We can just buy his food! I mean, come on! To cook something this tasty, after all my mom would say cooking is from the heart. It takes time to create good food like this, undoubtedly that is the common case.”

“Yeah, I understand. Sorry about that Chef, cook more and sell it.”

The couple went and put out as much as 20 silver. Neither of them asked for change. Weed expression changed to a smile.

“You can never know when you will eat delicious food. Once again, money earned.”

Weed sold a lot of sculptures and food.

I did in fact say that the materials did not even cost 1 silver.

It was cheap, as most of what he sold was wild ingredients. The remaining materials also were very cheap. In the mountain villages, unlike in towns, the prices related to food were considerably lower.

They saved me from needing to buy cooking ingredients in the city; they were also rich with recipes yielding various dishes.

“Hey! One bowl please.”
“Seaweed rolls for us.”
“I came back for more, hehe.”

There was no end to the customers. Cooking skills and sculpture rose to the intermediate level, and the popularity was absurd. Even jokes grew along, while there was no need to lie when he did business, he had to lie if they got the idea that he was Weed.

It made him feel good to give the customers a more thorough service! However, from time to time, there were customers that annoyed him.

“It’s the same guy from the television.”

Two women approached, trying to view every aspect of Weed’s face, and they stayed.

“You are the Princess Knight, aren’t you?”

After participating in the high school play as an adult, he received his prize and attached to it was a nickname! This rapidly spread throughout the internet.

Because of this, there were quite a few people who knew his face. Some people may like to be really popular, but the case is different for Weed. Of the many nicknames, Princess Knight was unmatched.

“That, well, you see, the shape is wrong.”

Weed turned his eyes to avoid their attention. Anyway, because of Weeds delicious cooking, as well as the significant rise in health and mana, countless users came even deliberately to eat it. Even some people going out to hunt as a party came to eat.

“15 silver, the price for the special nourishing meal for hunts is 30 silver. Thanks. Have a pleasant hunt!”

As an alternative, if durability was lost they got a free sculpture, and for expensive cooking, repairs were free of charge. Because of this, the price was no problem.

Let’s say they bought food for 30 silvers; if users wished to hunt around the town they could achieve enough money to pay for it. Food that increased the maximum amount of health and mana was more than worth that much for starting a hunt.

Of course, there really were expensive dishes. Dishes made by joining the eggs of a signature tribe and the fruit of heaven. Eating either of them can lead to death but cooking them together gives the dish a sweet taste. The fruit of heavens cost was 15 silver while the eggs of a signature tribe was a whopping 95 silver. However, not only was the price to cook the food expensive, it was also very complicated.

Houdini could not have recreated such an equation; to neutralize the strong potency and double the effect giving ingredients; it would have needed to be completed along with the food. Creating a chicken soup with ginseng and dates, with various medicinal herbs without destroying the taste, an effective amount of cooking proficiency was needed to fully pull out the special characteristics.

Those are the difficulties and hardships of a chef.

Thus, after the challenges and failures Weed had to go through in joining the eggs of the signature tribe and the fruit of heaven, this dish was created.

(Four lines were skipped, its pretty much naming of the dish by combining two names into one. Overall, it translates horribly in English. For instance: “Buds on the Main nuts.” Real Korean translators would be needed to sort that kind of mess out.)

Combining the eggs of the signature tribe and the fruit of heaven mutually affects strength, intellect and luck, but not just that, this food significantly increases health.

When Mapan joined Weed, he had high expectations for the town.

“Now this is my end as an exhausted merchant! Now a good life will flash before me.”

One can say a merchant’s road is difficult. In Mapan’s mind, he brushed past it now, the suffering had passed.
“Whew, it was a really tough time.”

When he initially selected to be a merchant, he had been loaded with hopes and dreams.

As a merchant, Mapan really liked:
Money!
Power and money!
Fame and money!

To eventually live to dominate the world through money.

He majored in economics, capitalism as a philosophy rather than economics itself; his firm belief was to achieve his goal bit by bit.

Versailles became the continent all the money came to, so he wanted to acquire a tremendous reputation and establish a chamber of commerce. The money inside the kingdom is said to be given to (or by?) the aristocrats. In a word, he chose the way of merchants to earn big bucks.
But not everything went the way he wanted!

From the start, the road of a merchant was rough. Not allowed out of the city for four weeks, the only thing he could have done was to run errands. Hotels, weapon stores, exchanges, etc., hard work commissioned to collect a pittance. In order to do the merchant’s quest, Mapan jumped, ran and rolled!

T’tiring!

With the progress you made, you have achieved the qualification to gain the merchant’s profession:

There is no merchant that is not money hungry:
I urgently need 300 pieces of Rabbit Leather. I will give you one gold coin for them, will you get them?

This is your formal quest to be a part of the merchants of Rosenheim kingdom! However, get it done as quickly as possible. I’d like you to get them within three days.

The Exchange owner requires Rabbit Leather

  • The owner of the Exchange requires a large quantity of rabbit leather. He needs it as soon as possible, your reward will be better the sooner you give it to him.

Difficulty: E
Reward: Merchant Profession
Quest limit: Three days

If you fail, this profession’s master’s confidence in you will decline and you will not receive a referral for one month.

“Hooray, money to earn!”

Singing with delight, Mapan accepted the request.

“A gift of one gold coin and also the beginning of my career as a merchant. With it I’ll gain lots of money”

The rabbits in front of the castle are the common beginning monsters, made for total beginners. One rabbit leather sold for 10 copper to grocery stores, so the total purchase price should have been 3000 copper. So he calculated that 30 silver should have been sufficient.
Of course the other party needed to have some profit. Now it came to finding an appropriate price for both sides.

“BUY Rabbit Leather! I will purchase for 11 copper!”

Mapan cried out with a loud voice in front of the castle. Hoping that massive amounts of users hunting rabbits would come running for a profit. Nearby another merchant shouted even louder.

“Rabbit Leather 30 copper!”

Some people next to her rose into a harder cry.

“Buying Rabbit Leather 50 copper. Unlimited amount!”

“Damn! What happened….”

Rabbit leather should have only cost 10 copper, it should definitely not have been purchased at these tremendously high prices.

“What is happening?”

Mapan asked perplexed, but the answer made him wail in despair.

“Did you not know? To receive the merchant occupation, not just one or two people are collecting rabbit leather, and not just for that, they’re also collecting rabbit leather for sewing. When people learned that rabbit leather was required by many, the price skyrocketed.”

Mapan was in tears.

The prices would ruin his starter merchant.

The merchant occupation had a forced three day time limit. After using up all his money, with no other choice, he stayed up and hunted and just barely got 300.
Thereby he became flat broke.

“Thank you, now you are a merchant!”

The owner of the exchange gave him a pat on the shoulder for a job well done; little did he know that Mapan’s shoulders drooped. That had only been the beginning.

The road of a merchant was a hard one indeed.

To raise the level of his skill, he had to purchase loot from users at an expensive amount of money. Due to being weak, he ignored combat, but in order to purchase loot a war of dried blood and tears was being waged. Throughout the trip to this remote village, Mapan had hoped that there would not be a lot of sorrow waiting for him at the end of the road.

Waiting for someone to come to his stall to sell loot was nothing really difficult, but people came and asked for unreasonable prices.

“The suffering has ended!”

Ever since Mapan had fulfilled a partnership with Weed, all of his anxiety and fears had been reduced. Recently he only trusted Weed.

“I will follow him anywhere. My trust has been born anew!” (lit. parturition)

Mapan was firmly determined.

A great warrior! Adventurer! Master of battle!

Knowing that, Mapan had been confident. He sustained that emotion until they reached the town.

“How does he do that?”

Mapan wanted to scream.

He rubbed his eyes to look again, Weed was making food, and in between he sold sculptures. To make matters worse, he was repairing!

“Euheuheuk!” (I guess its Korean equivalent of wtf!)

Weed was cooking and someone was secretly weeping. The one crying was Mapan.

The Weed he knew as the great warrior was now selling food and sculptures.

“Isn’t that of the worst kind of job?”

This was not something he could solve with but a guess. He needed to know, but Mapan was hesitant. Afraid to know the answer he didn’t have the courage to ask.

“Weed, what is your profession?”

“Me? Obviously my line of business is that of a sculptor.”

“Sculptor?”

Just as if he had been smashed in the back of the head with a blunt object, Mapan felt sick.

“If artists and sculptors are as popular, I’m making a living as a cleaner!”

Melancholy took a hold of Mapan; he pointed at the boiling cauldron with a trembling hand.

“Well, what about cooking, then?”
“It’s a hobby.”
“Repairing that….”

“It’s hard to learn the skill of sculpturing. To learn blacksmithing, the way to manufacture weapons and armor I had to advance my repair skill to the intermediate level.”

Since partnering with Weed, Mapan’s fate had blossomed, so he could not have gotten discouraged.

“Well, yeah. So he’s not pitiful, but what is it this job does?”

In his mind, the character called Weed could not fit this condition. It is enough to go down in history as a very luxurious Carrick tea schnauzer! (LMAO, google it)

(the next two lines I skipped as it is hard to phrase. I think that it is more or less Mapan thinking that it’s hard to know from what he sees now and the abrasive Weed he met earlier. Also about him second guessing.)

“How often do you find characters that become like yours?”

Mapan had greatly misunderstood Weed’s tearful plight.

He had beaten the scarecrow at the beginner class training center; he had eaten from the instructor’s meals and he had grown strong very slowly.

In order to increase one skill, he had m