บท 33: Chapter 2 Jack of all Trades
"Royal Road? When we left we expected you to study, and now you're playing with toys!"
"Now write an application for reinstatement"
"And if that doesn't help, you can sit at home all day and prepare for the exams yourself!"
When Surka, Pale, Irene, and Romuna parents learned that their children were playing Royal Road in secret during their absence, they received an endless amount of nagging.
However, they didn't just sit around all day. They thought of a cunning plan and eventually, their parents were lured into Royal Road.
"Oh! Pale, I'm going to change weapons but I'm 4 gold short, can you lend me some money? Don't worry I'll pay you back with interest!"
When it comes to hunting and fighting monsters, their parents were far too inexperienced. However, they were still able do well. They were owners of a small family shop inside the game, and they opened one store after another. Their shops sold things ranging from weapons and clothing to skill books.
They even opened up a restaurant. As their parents supported their kids with skill books, a good bow, or even the divine knowledge of the Priest, they in exchange hunted loot for them. As a result, they got closer and closer to the coveted level 200.
And then in the Kingdom of Rosenheim, the NPCs began to talk:
"Do you know about Weed, the adventurer? He dealt with the dreadful vampire clan and freed the people of Mora."
"Oh, Weed, the benefactor of the Order of Freya! Knowing that there are heroes makes life easier, doesn't it? I heard that he came from the Rosenheim kingdom, and they say that the King is looking for him."
Even in real life, gun shops, pharmacies, and even flower girls from the market—everyone was talking about Weed.
When the word reached Pale and his party, they realized that Weed completed a difficult and dangerous task and immediately sent their congratulations:
"Congratulations, Weed."
"Well done!"
"Tell us all about it in detail next time."
* * *
"Haaa!"
"Swoop!"
"Urraaa! Monsters!"
The SwordNoobs rushed forward, and the brave headless soldier quickly began backing away. No matter how brave he may, at the sight of so many opponents even monsters would feel nervous and tremble. Opponents, not showing fear, boldly attacked the enemies, one after another and easily defeated them too!
Recklessly, without showing any fear, they attacked monsters back-to-back. Though looking rugged, dressed with lousy outfits, they looked like eagles hunting for their prey with blazing eyes of greed, they desire one thing: experience.
"Hahaha! SwordNoob 2?"
"Yes. I'm ready."
"Attack!"
"Yatz!"
An avalanche of players struck the headless soldier. They jumped on the monster as if someone was going to steal it.
None of SwordNoobs knew how to play the game. Therefore, they went after high level monsters first, but they did not consider them worthy opponents. They were all looking for new places to hunt and they finally got to Lavias.
"Slaughter them all!"
All this time they only sought to battle strong monsters, so their levels grew at an astonishing rate.
Always together, a crowd of 505 people, as one large cohesive group, they roamed the vastness of Royal Road. Students and instructors lived together within the dojo, so they could gather quickly and play in Royal Road. Also, fighting monsters was seen as part of their training, so they spent a lot of time in game and hunted the most powerful monsters they could find.
They started just like Weed did, hitting scarecrows non-stop for a month, and then consistently overcame many dungeons. When there was an enemy, the students threw all their energy into fighting and eventually won.
The only thing that interests them besides their swords was battle. They did not take any quests, because they were too lazy to bother. In addition, their appearance was very shabby. They were very poor and often hungry players.
The teacher put his hands behind his back and, while laughing, said:
"3 copper? chuckles So much energy spent on this monster and we got nothing. Apparently, we are weak. Guys!"
"Yes, Master!"
"Will we pick these pennies? Or will we become stronger and kill monsters that drop gold?"
"Master, we'll go anywhere you lead us to!"
After those words, the disciples and mentors had no choice, but to back tears, followed by the words "First the sword!" Understandably their fear of starvation was greater than their fear of monsters.
As they shared the last crumbs of barley bread, they further strengthened the friendship between them.
The SwordNoobs were not afraid of monsters.
"Sooner or later, we will stop dying from hunger!"
The SwordNoobs became even more focused, their eyes full of intensity. You die in combat with monsters, or you die fighting hunger. So they traveled across the expanse of Royal Road and raised their level to 130.
In Lavias, they heard that they could change their profession. People on the street said that the soldiers gave many jobs. And if you killed a famous monster then you would also gain glory and money. Also with a new profession you would gain a significant increase in strength and agility, and a bit of armor durability. A job for true connoisseurs of battles!
But in any case, they didn't want to change their job based on the increase of stats. No, the SwordNoobs felt that they were heirs to Korean martial arts, and they prided with their way of life and their succession to the arts.
Martial art—it's their blood, their nature and that is why all 505 SwordNoobs changed their profession at the same time. Well their first job was a warrior, so the change to being a martial artist seemed like the next logical step.
"Have you heard about Weed, the adventurer?"
"Weed has done something remarkable!"
Unquestionably, when the SwordNoobs heard the news about Weed from NPCs they were happy.
"Woo-Ohhh!"
A Burning passion! Ambition! Desire for glory! Feelings as such were present in every SwordNoob men
"SwordNoob 2!"
"Yes, Master."
"Find out where the most powerful monsters are."
"As you've commanded"
SwordNoob 2 first called Pale. He had long understood the torment of informational searching, and figured it would be best to whisper Pale.
"Pale-nim."
"Yes, SwordNoob 2…"
At this time Pale, Irene, Surka, and Romuna were hunting. Pale was a little scared that they would have some bizarre request. But this time, nothing happened. Generally, the SwordNoobs lived with dignity and pride, they did not forget about the food aid, and in the future always thanked their rescuers.
On the other hand, Pale and his party have long gotten accustomed to their strange requests.
"Who's the strongest guy?"
"What? Wait … no way…."
"Just tell me who and where. We'll do the rest."
Pale was shaken a bit, because he knew what they were going to do.
* * *
The Green Dragon Biakis loved the peace and quiet. He liked to think of himself as the guardian of the forest. With that thought, he lived peacefully for centuries.
Biakis was fast asleep inside a hollow on the top of one of the mountains, but when he heard the noise of people, his eyes became wide open.
"Intruders?"
Now and then, a group of adventurers trespassed on his domain. Sometimes even the strongest players in the continent of Versailles stray from groups and went to hunt the dragon. Each time Biakis ruthlessly punished them.
"This time, you will also die" – The dragon thought furiously
The Green eyes of Biakis were filled with anger. From wherever he looked, people fearlessly approached. Even if a few fought at a time they would still be too much. Although in general the dragon did not care.
"Urrra!"
"We have arrived! Angry wild dragon, show yourself!"
He had never been insulted before. Biakis was furious. He opened his mouth wide, as if to yawn, and then took a deep breath…
"Fuuuuu!"
* * *
Somreun Liberty City was one of the centers of trade in the Versailles continent. A huge amount of goods pass through its gates, and there were many transactions within the city walls. Virtually all artisans and guilds considered it an honor to open an office here.
Weed with Mapan sold all of their unnecessary items, obtained from wolves and other monsters.
"Oh! I made 5600 gold" Weed said while rubbing his hands happily.
Compared to how much he had before; he made 2000 gold, and that was not small.
But it could have been much more. Weed saved a ton of money on medical herbs, by digging and collecting them, but almost all the armor and weapons he had were sold on the auction site for real money. If he sold them in the game, he would've had earned more gold.
After selling the loots he got from monsters, Weed aloofly went to a guild. Guilds were always crowded with a lot of people, especially if they were combat occupations, but today in inside the Blacksmithing guild sat 30 people, compared to the scale of the large city it looked strange.
Upon entering, Weed looked at the people sitting at the tables with interest.
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"I wanted to make swords, so I chose this profession. And now I'm so unhappy! All of my friends that I started with, are already killing kobolds, and every day I have to swing a hammer, damn it! But if it were only that! I thought I could make much more interesting things… I'm sick of this"
"Yeah. I don't understand why I chose this profession. It's too boring. Right now I want to change jobs"
"You don't say, I was here for a week making swords and what do you know? They are far worse than the ones dropped by kobolds!"
Players sat and whined because of their profession. Pathetic. In fact, the profession of a Blacksmith is not so bad. It all depended on how you looked at it
"By the way, have you heard the news about the Blacksmith Thor?"
"I heard that he's the first player to reach the intermediate level in Blacksmithing, and now he's intermediate lv 4."
"No. He's already at intermediate 5."
"Wow! I heard all the guilds want him."
"Of course, he's a Blacksmith that can strengthen armor and weapons. When will we get to his level?"
"Well… there are already several other smiths with an intermediate Blacksmithing…"
"Ah! I'm so jealous."
Weed heard enough empty laments and quietly climbed the stairs to the second floor of the guild. People were usually located at the bottom of the guild shop, and serious matters were decided on the floor above.
Weed waited until his turn came, and came to a mustachioed, muscular representative of the guild.
"What is the purpose of your visit?" said the NPC, tugging at his apron.
"I want to learn how to manufacture weapons and armor."
"Oh! Really?" The representative said happily "Do you want to become a Blacksmith?"
"No. I just want to learn how to forge."
"Hmm. Actually, we don't just teach anybody … However, if you can fix this thing, then I will think about it."
The NPC handed Weed a battered shield.
Cracked Bronze Shield:
Durability: 3/28.
Defense: 10.
This shield is used in the exam to identify the gift of a Blacksmith. Made of bronze. Size small, usually mounted on the brush. Protects you from the impact of a sword.
Requirements: Level 15.
Effects: Chance of enemy arrows missing increased by 14%. Decreases critical attack by 19%.
With each level the Repair Skill gains, the efficiency of maintenance increases. With level 1 5 durability is restored, at level two 7 durability is restored, at level 10 23 durability can be restored. To repair the shield at once, an intermediate Repair Skill is needed.
Without getting a sledgehammer; Weed raised his hand and said:
"Repair!"
The shield was engulfed by a bright light and appeared to be newly restored.
"Um, it looks like you're qualified to learn the trade" said the master scratching his head. "Okay, let's start with an explanation of how to hold the hammer. Look closely, grab like this and hit like this."
You have learned the skills of a Blacksmith.
Depending on the skill level, the requirements on equips go down by 2 percent or more.
When you have reached Master level as a Blacksmith, you can wear the items of other professions despite limitations.
Weed immediately bought iron tools for the manufacture of weapons, a good hammer, whetstone and some items. He also bought a portable smelter and the standard molds for weapons.
Typically, a player could only work in a Blacksmith shop, but with these items Weed could create weapons anywhere.
The process of forging items is very simple. Thanks to the portable hearth, by using mana, metals can be melted and then poured into a mold. From there a piece of refined is made which then hammered to make an item. After learning this, Weed felt cheated.
Yes, the Blacksmith profession required hard physical labor, but it eventually lost to the profession of a Sculptor. During the creation of sculptures, he had to be constantly on his toes in order to keep the image in his head, he had carefully cut parts only to finally get a simple sculpture. Therefore, the Blacksmith profession seemed simple and crude in comparison with his profession.
"Good."
Weed went to the nearest anvil and opened his bag. Up until now, Weed had collected a decent amount of ores during his hunts.
"First, melt…"
He melted some of the iron ores and made a decent amount of molten iron. He then gently poured it into the mold in a form of a basic sword. After cooling it off slightly, he got his first piece of refined iron and started smooth down the surface and the form of the metal with his hammer.
Tap-tap-tap!
When finished, Weed dipped the sword in cold water. With that Weed produced his first sword.
Training Sword:
Durability: 70/70.
Attack: 4-6.
Sword made from different types of metal, man made with the makings of the master.
The attack Power is small, but it has high durability.
Requirements: None.
Effects: Strength +5.
You have raised your Blacksmith Skill by 36%.
"Oh! Cool! Well done!" Weed forged his first sword and now he truly enjoyed it.
Playing alone, sooner or later you'll start to talk to yourself. Kind of defense a mechanism that Weed developed during the creation of sculptures in the province of Mora.
"It's pretty average."
Of course, the blade in Weed's current situation was useless, but it can be sold in a weapon shop for at least 70 silver. Although the damage is low, it had great durability, so it could be used for a long time and it also has additional strength attached to it.
Weed was thrilled with his first successful attempt on creating a weapon.
"Blacksmith profession sure is useful."
Fox figures, rabbits and other animals have no other value than being souvenirs. Even so, Weed sold them for silver coins and earned money. Now, he is able to forge a sword that people would gladly use.
"Good. Well time to get to work!"
Weed decided to use all the ores he stockpiled all throughout the game, to make weapons. And he had accumulated a lot of ores deposits over time: some of it he gathered when he was still a novice, and some he gathered for the past 3 months he spent in the province of Mora.
Melt the ores in the hearth; use the moldings to give it form, and then smack!
Weed took the job seriously by putting all of his energy and soul into the new weapon he was making. In the process, he was trying to watch the other Blacksmiths and repeat their actions to quickly improve his skill.
Your Blacksmith's skill has risen to beginner 2.
The attacks of weapons you forge are now enhanced. The different types of sword that you can make have increased.
Your Blacksmith's skill has risen to beginner 3
Now you can make bronze and copper armors. Additional properties are added.
Your Blacksmith's skill level has risen to beginner 4.
The attacks weapons you forge are more enhanced. Now you can change the shape of a completed sword. Its durability will decrease, but in exchange the attack will increase.
Your Blacksmith's skill level has risen to beginner 5.
Now the armor you make will become easier and more comfortable to wear.
You can now make boots.
Your Blacksmith's skill level has risen to beginner 6.
Offensive and defensive characteristics of manufactured items are greatly enhanced.
For 10 days, Weed stayed inside the smithy, day and night, creating blades. He forged more and more until he used up all of his ores. But to his surprise, in those 10days, he greatly increased his Blacksmith skill. This was only possible because of his job as a Sculptor.
For each level, Weed gained a 3% increase in his initial attack, and a 5% increase for medium level skills. To enhance his job as a Sculptor, he had to unwittingly raise other trade skills that would undoubtedly affect his Blacksmith level.
In general, the skill of craftsmanship influenced all non-combative professions. For example, Cooking, for each level, the effects of prepared meals are amplified by 5%, and with the transition to the intermediate level they are amplified by 7%. Now Weed's handicraft level was intermediate 8, so all the effects of his dishes were amplified almost twofold.
In addition his handicraft skill also had an effect on his Blacksmithing skill. By using the same materials he could makes things 2 times stronger than others, therefore, receive more experience. It was because of his handicraft skill that Weed didn't have to suffer the torments of being a newbie Blacksmiths. Of course, by the time he reached intermediate Blacksmithing the advantage would disappear but Weed would still get a lot more experience than a regular player.
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That's right, after spending 10 days smelting ore, he manage to improve his skills up to beginner level 6.
Weed left the guild and went to the fishing guild.
"Do you want to enjoy, spending day after day fishing, or do you hope to catch a legendary fish and become a legend sung by bards?" The NPC wearing a fishing vest asked.
Perhaps joining the fishing guild was the easiest in the game. You had to honestly answer a few questions, and then buy a fishing rod with floats.
Weed did not hide his truth of his thoughts:
"I want to learn how to fish, so that when I'm hungry, I can eat."
"Yes?" the NPC fisherman asked puzzled.
For many players in the game they became a profession fisherman for pleasure. While traveling to Versailles continent, you had to use a boat or ship, and there you could fish to pass time. But from all of answers he had received no one answered as Weed had.
The fisherman looked at Weed, as an unprecedented miracle, and laughed.
"An honest answer. Also, I see you're an excellent cook. Maybe someday, if you catch something good, you'll make me tasty soup?"
"If it's a suitable fish, then no problem, I'll be happy to cook for you."
"Hmm. Thank you. I'll give you some special bait."
You have learned the skill of fishing.
You will never be hungry if you happen to be near a major source of water. You can get water and food in rivers, lakes and seas. With each level of fishing gained so will your health.
You have received 30 shrimps as fish bait.
Weed learned Blacksmithing, fishing, and then contemplated…
"Should I learn more skills?"
"Isn't this enough? Maybe I should skip the sewing skill? I already have several production skills so I don't really have to learn another skill."
His anxiety was caused by his childhood memories. At one time he had to work in a sewing factory, in a dirty, dusty environment. There in order to make a few pennies he sewed buttons and ripped seams. The heavy, monotonous work; memories of which brought only pain. Besides, he got sick and sometimes could not come to work, and therefore he didn't get his salary for the last month.
But it was not in his nature to retreat.
Actually, there was another sorcerer skill, the ability to cast magic on the items, but Weed could not learn because of its high level requirements. Therefore he could only learn all the trade skills.
Finally decided, Weed went to the second floor of the Tailoring Guild.
"Hmmm… If a person has good taste it would easy to choose a good fabric and sew beautiful clothes"
"If you invest in a piece of their work, many people would want to wear such clothes. You want to learn to sew? Purred the spokeswoman
"Yes, I do."
"And can you manage to sew on a button?" She asked squinting.
"Coo… of course."
Weed was able to sew on buttons as well as he used a spoon. He sewed a few buttons, and received a new message.
You have learned the Tailoring Skill.
Saying goodbye to the representative, Weed left the guild. Unfortunately, in contrast to the Blacksmith Guild, tailors didn't get jobs at the guild, so he sat in the corner of a street, and set to work.
In Somreun Liberty City people in the streets disappear for days, leading a conversation or sunbathing, or doing anything else, so nobody paid attention to him. He cut a few pieces of fabric, then sewed them, and made his first clothes.
Your tailoring level has reached Beginner 2.
You can now you can use a soft cloth to sew clothes.
Amazing! With his high Art level, and intermediate level handicraft skill he immediately reached level 2.
He sewed a few fabrics he bought from the guild, and his skill level increased again. Weed did not suffer from stitching together pieces of fabric: the work was so familiar that he often didn't even bother to look at what he was doing. In real life Lee often sewed buttons for his family or put patches on clothing.
Snip, snip!
Snip, snip!
Cut the fabric, and sew the buttons!
Weed hands moved smoothly and gracefully over fluttered of cloths, as though his hands were a musician playing his instrument!
"Oh, great!"
"Look at his hands."
"Excellent!"
More and more people started to pay attention to Weed as he pulled one fabric after another. Indeed, many players wandered the streets and just watched others, and think how easy it was! The people who were standing near Weed, had eyes filled with admiration, because he was very fast hands worked, and with just a few stitches he turned the fabric into clothes. But there were others who doubted.
"And this is something you can wear?"
"I don't know, maybe you can. I think they're clothes …"
"If they're clothes then they suck. Look. No embroidery. It's plain and simple really."
Weed vaguely heard the whispers of players but did not pay any attention to them. How can they expect something outstanding from a level 2 tailor? Although it was impossible to say that the clothes were bad.
After a while, sitting in the street under the eyes of many onlookers, Weed raised his tailoring skills up to beginner 4. Now, that the bag was stuffed to the brim with weapons and clothing, Weed decided to take a risk.
"Slowly…"
From the bottom of his backpack, Weed pulled out the gifts that he received from saving the people of Mora.
Premium Deer Leather: Durability 5/5.
Items associated with craft skills.
Can be made into leather clothing or other equipment.
Depending on the skill level, the effects obtained can be strengthened or changed.
Requirements: Tailoring level 2.
Weed probably shouldn't have used the materials until he reached the intermediate level. But Weed had firmly decided something. 'Time was money'. It was important to quickly level up his skill, and if he had to use good materials, then so be it.
Snip, snip!
Weed very slowly and carefully sewed clothes.
Monk Tunic:
Durability: 40/40.
Defense: 13.
Men's tunic made out of deer skin. Covers the body excellently and emphasizes the figure. Suited for a monk.Requirements: Level 15.
Effects: Gives a 2% boost in agility
Your tailoring skill has greatly improved.
Your Tailoring skill has reach beginner level 5.
Through skillful work, seams will not break and the strength of garments is increased.
To sew the tunic, Weed spent four pieces of leather.
"Just look … It looks good …"
"Yeah. It is made out of excellent material and it looks comfortable to wear"
Spectators were amazed that in less than a couple of hours, an unknown player was able to make such good clothes.
"Are sewing skills really that easy to master?"
"I don't know. My friend initially chose to be a tailor, but even after a whole day of work, he gets only defective clothes, so he deleted his character…"
"Being a tailor is not easy. I also know many people who choose it, and shed many tears."
"How can this guy learn so quickly and sew such good clothes"
Weed was still sitting as he ignores the people who are talking. He took out a few more pieces of deer leather, and began to sew gloves and boots. After the quest, he received 200 pieces of deer skin, so he was not short on supplies.
Slowly working, Weed raised tailoring skill to beginner 9.
In theory, by using a special material, it would not take a long time to get to the intermediate level of a profession. This was because there was a restriction.
The creators of the game decided that overtime, high level players would start to learn trade skills. Because they would have access to better materials they would have a great advantage over players that started off with craft skills. Therefore, there was a time limit implemented on crafted items, after which the player would no longer receive experience.
บท 34: Chapter 3 Prismatic Clothing Auctions
Daring people like Weed, in search of adventure, often chose to start off in the capital of small kingdoms, like Rosenheim. Usually these players would then head to large populated cities where it was easier to get a good weapon, join a good party, and roam without straying far from the city gates.
At the main gate of Liberty City, there was a flock of people surrounding one person. He wore a strange helmet, a necklace, a cloak, and conspicuous white gloves.
"If you leave me your stuff, I'll fix it for free, and it'll be as good as new! If you bring me your leather or fabric, then I'll make you good clothes! If you bring me ore, then I'll give you a weapon or armor! If you bring me meat, I'll make you delicious food! In addition, the food I roast will increase your vitality by at least 150 points! And it's delicious!"
Nevertheless, such cries did not attract many players. The main reason was because the man offering his services was poorly dressed and badly armed.
"Is it true that if I bring you meat, it'll increase vitality?"
"I have a few skin pouches; can you really make them into clothes?"
However, the crowd shot down the few hopefuls, and shook their heads disapprovingly.
"Another impostor has appeared."
"Guys, do not fall for the hype. It's just a ploy to gain your items and escape."
"Yeah, a lot of new players do this, there are types of people like him."
"Think with your head. He sews clothes, prepares meals, repairs and forges weapons – have you ever heard of such a man? This is a scam!"
"Man, if you're a newbie, do something else, go hunting. Why do you try to fool other players? Ay-ay-ay …"
After hearing such talk, many players grew angry.
"Oh, you dirty bastard!"
"Get out of here, you liar!"
The man at the gate was called Weed.
Standing calmly, he quietly listened to the torrent of insults. Yes, it was unpleasant but that was life. If you think about it, they were not wrong to suspect him. It would pretty much be impossible to find someone that knew how to sew, cook, and forging.
Not to mention, Weed even knew how to sculpt and fish. Learning new skills was not easy. It wasn't as simple as going to a guild and training. First, you had to work hard, and you had to develop the skills through constant repetition as Weed had. Therefore, to meet such a player in the game was somewhat incredible.
Even he wouldn't have believed it if he were told of such a person in the beginning. But Weed wasn't a newbie anymore. He was experienced in making money. Before, if he had so many players shouting and criticizing him, he would've experienced shock and tried to run away, but not this time.
During his empiricism, Weed sold hundreds of figurines, gained experience, and learnt how to measure the situation. He knew how, and what to do in order to squeeze out the maximum profit even when selling something simple. Weed was a professional in these matters.
"Let's start with the simple problem"
The main causes of distrust were – the erroneous idea that he was low level and the suggestion that he was trying to scam them. It was necessary to eliminate them, and then the situation would change dramatically.
"Well, that's that. Calling Death Knight!"
Weed with a disgruntled look on his face took out a red necklace and whispered something. Black smoke appeared, and out came the death knight.
"You called me master?"
"Stay here and do not move."
"Got it. Master."
The Death Knight stood menacingly near Weed. He wished to discipline the players that insulted him but money came first. The results didn't take long to achieve.
"Hey, what's with that guy?"
"He called a Death Knight."
"That's a Death Knight? Yes, it looks gloomy …"
"Yeah, it's a death knight. It looks exactly like the one I saw online"
"Death Knights are above level 200. I don't believe it. Maybe it's magic? Is he a dark wizard?
"A Dark Wizard – it's a second job advancement for mages? So it requires a level of 280 …"
Now the unrest slowly turned into interest.
"Why would a man with such a high level scam newbies?"
"Yes, it's all mixed up. So is he scamming or not?"
"If you think about it, maybe he's telling the truth …"
People began to slowly gather around Weed.
Those who shouted the loudest and accused him of scamming were the first to come. One of these people uncertainly handed Weed the cheapest meat he had.
"You can cook it right?"
"Yes. Wait a while. Payment will be 30 coppers."
Weed made a fire in the hearth and began to cook the meat. Adding a bit of spice, he flipped it a couple of times.
"Try it."
From the fried meat spread an attractive aroma. Everyone looked at the guy that got the meat. He hesitantly and cautiously bit off a little piece.
Yum-yum!
And ate it all instantly.
Then he quickly opened his bag, pulled out all the meat he had and handed it to Weed.
My vitality increased by 160 points. I'll pay, please cook it!
"Me too!"
"And me …"
The situation changed dramatically. Many players sought him as soon as possible to cook their meat. An additional 160 points in vitality greatly added health and allowed them hunt more powerful monsters.
"Good! All right. Stand in line, please!" Weed shouted in order to be heard by all the players.
The line became huge. Roasting meat did not require special attention, and Weed quickly served people. He threw the meat on the grill and fried it expertly, while listening to a lot of questions.
"Next time I'll get more meat, will you cook them too?"
"What's your name, I will look for you again."
Weed gently smiled and answered every question.
"My name is Weed. Visit me any time."
"Weed. Understood. I'll look for you next time."
"You said Weed? Coincidently …"
In Royal Road nicknames were not unique. So many people played Royal Road that if you didn't allow people to have the same name, the game would have many strange and meaningless names ones with numbers attached . Therefore, developers took care of this by introducing a system where a unique number is assigned to each person.
"Do you happen to be the one who fulfilled the task for the Order of Freya?"
"Yes, please tell us!"
All the talk about Weed's success started in Liberty City, so it is not surprising that in the crowd there was not one person who had not heard of Weed. Yes, and in the whole game, as an NPC reached lv 30 it would start talking about someone in the continent.
"If that is the case …"
Before Weed could say anything, the players themselves all discussed together.
"Incidentally, is this the same Weed from the Continent of Magic?"
"No, it can't be. Weed is a common name."
"Exactly. A lot of players have that name"
"Yeah, my friend also uses the nickname Weed."
After what Weed did in the 'Continent of Magic' the name Weed in 'Royal Road' became extremely common. When Weed was selling figurines, he met 6 buyers with the same name.
That is why the Pale, Surka, Romune and Irene did not even imagine that they were playing with the very same Weed.
"Hmm, it's still strange that out of nowhere appears a player named Weed and he begins to help players … weird"
"So what? He called a Death Knight; as far as I know, even among the summoners there is none who can do so."
"Yes, let's think about the evidence in front of our eyes. Weed also destroyed the clan of vampires, did he not?"
"Yeah, they say he has a high level of faith. Tell me, where can a cook gain faith?"
"That's right, no player from the craft professions will be able to complete such a difficult task."
"Take a look. Weed is silent and isn't saying anything."
So, after much discussion the players persuaded themselves that this was not The Weed.
In any case, now no one called him a fraud.
Everybody thought that he was such a great cook, that the death knight decided to serve him.
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Weed then again, as before, shouted out:
"If you leave me your stuff, I'll fix it for free, and it'll be as good as new! If you bring me your leather or fabric, then I'll make you good clothes! If you bring me ore, then I'll give you a weapon or armor! If you bring me meat, I'll make you delicious food! In addition, the food I roast will increase your vitality by at least 150 points! And it's delicious!"
Now people with pieces of skin gave it to him.
"Make me clothes."
"Me too."
"I'm new, and I have no armor."
Weed quickly examined the skin. As he expected, most of them were the skins of wolves or rabbits, and very rarely an ordinary deerskin.
"What kind of clothes do you make?"
"Please make me some pants."
"I will prepare you stylish and comfortable pants with good protection; wait a little, I will do everything"
Weed took from his pocket a needle, thread and scissors. Cut the skin and made pants. Of course, he didn't just pick up the pieces and stitch leather. Weed first estimated the size of the guy.
"If he's that size, then …"
He cut off the skin and then stitched excellent pants. He made the hips loose, with wide pockets … On the bottom edge, reaching up to the heel, he visually lengthen the leg. Weed thought of everything and made stylish pants out of simple skin.
Quality leather pants :
Durability: 30/30.
Protection 10.
Pants made of rabbit skin. This is not the best material for sewing, but thanks to the amazing talent of the tailor its deficiency was overcome.
"It turned out well" Weed even surprised himself. But he showed nothing besides a confident smile, as he handed over the pants.
For Weed, comparing the pants with his current clothes was pointless. As for the newbie, the pants would provide good protection for a long time. And it was all thanks to his intermediate handcrafting skill, without such this would not have happened.
"Wow, that's so good …"
the newbie said as he took the pants from Weed's hands. He was speechless, rabbit skins, one of the most worthless materials in the game were turned into pants that could be worn without problems until level 30.
"That'll be 1 silver."
As Weed received commissions he continued to sew clothes for a long line of players. Hats, shirts, and gloves, with just a few strokes of his arms. Weed didn't even have to concentrate. It was like working in a factory again, only this time he didn't have to work in a musty room but in the clean streets of Liberty City.
There was a cool and pleasant breeze, but people who were waiting in line only felt the sun burn their eyes.
"Wow! Thank you so much for such a cool tunic. I'll wear it now. And if I bring more skin, will you sew another dress?"
When beginners received their new armor they would dance with joy. With their new high-quality hunting clothes they would be able to hunt faster, and more securely.
Rumors of an unprecedented master spread already to the point where many players lined up in advance. Most immediately ordered food, clothing, and equipment repair. Only somewhere in the evening was there a player who nervously, handed Weed just three pieces of ore.
"You can really make armor?"
"Of course. What armor do you want? For the record, making armor requires 30 pieces of ore. And with just this, by adding the skin I can make some boots."
"Then please make some boots."
"That'll be 3 silver."
"Good."
Weed melted the ore in the furnace, poured it into the selected forms and received the boots.
Unclean Iron boots:
Durability: 35/35
Defense: 6.
Iron alloy boots. Although the defense is not high, they are comfortable and durable.
Effects:
Dexterity +2.
Usually boots made of iron and bronze have more protection than boots made of leather. But there was not enough metal.
And then, in a burst of inspiration!
Weed cut on the boots a fox with nine tails. A final touch reflecting his personality. A kind of signature.
Tink!
The properties of the object have changed.
Artistic Unclean Iron Boots:
Durability: 38/38
Defense: 7.
Iron alloy boots. Although, the defense is not high, they are comfortable and durable. The image of a sly fox further increases the strength and health of the host.
Effects:
Dexterity +2
Strength +1
Stamina +1
Intermediate level sculpting was designed to improve the performance of objects. Maybe not much, but still two features were added.
Other skills could be applied to sculpting and only now it occurred to him that sculpting could be applied to other skills also.
"Damn it, the increase wasn't that great. It was good, but only slight better. "
The more Weed played the better he understood that all craft professions require secondary skills. Just like in life. Prominent figures who have left their mark in history, have been diversely gifted in art, mathematics and other sciences.
And they were all well-known sculptors!
Weed finally realized that being a sculptor was not as much to the artisan craft as an art. It was a peaceful occupation that did not help battle. While this was not entirely true, the effects of beautiful sculptures had often rescued Weed; but to create such a work was so hard that it did not matter. The usual sculptures were just useless trinkets.
In addition, to raise the levels in sculpting was a lot harder than other professions. While soldiers battled, and blacksmiths forged weapons, sculptors had to create conventional sculptures and languish.
And even if after the labors they were able to reach the intermediate level of skill, the situation could not be changed, so to create a beautiful sculpture was not so easy.
But these were no useless professions: for example, the higher the level of the cooking skill was, the more tasty and healthy food he could prepare. It was the same with the sculpting.
Engraving technique and statue destruction – a unique ability of the sculptor that will never be known to any other class. And only through the work of the sculptures can one so quickly develop the skill and craftsmanship to master the skills of other professions. However, for such progress required great tenacity and originality.
"Here you go."
"Thank you" said the player who bought the boots, and in a burst of gratitude gave a 1 gold.
If he were to buy it from a shop it would cost at least 10 gold. In addition, the boots met with the requirements, so the player paid more than the original price with no regrets.
"Thank you."
"Be sure to take a look."
"I found a golden thread; can I give it to you?"
The things he made selled like hot cakes. Weed worked with full dedication, but the line never decreased, in contrast it grew.
Metal, leather, or fabric, even things that were usually thrown away, in the hands of weed it turned into treasure. Weed never refused a job and the players adored him.
Weed was trembling with excitement.
In the past, when selling his figurines he had to carefully assess his customers and make great efforts to convince players to buy them. But now, thanks to the skill of a blacksmith, everything he did resulted in a cheer. He was doing really useful things, and people were grateful for it.
"Hmm … when compared with the profession of a sculptor, everything else looked extremely useful."
After these thoughts, all pre-thoughts that showered love for his profession immediately disappeared and Weed began to be skeptical again.
"Maybe I should get a job change? I could become a blacksmith and put all of my effort into developing my skills. And then I'll just create beautiful things. I won't have to worry about money, because even if I stopped trying, money would still flow into my pockets.
Yes, the profession of a blacksmith was easier than a sculptor, but there were its advantages. However, Weed did not relax and back down from complaining:
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"Eh …it's too late though I really wanted to change it. Oh, my pitiful life. "
Weed without rest did one thing at a time. He took any material with some small commission and worked tirelessly at it. He had one main goal – to do more jobs, and quickly boost his skill level. The higher the level of the blacksmith, the better the tools they tried to use. So people were amazed at what Weed was making without the use of high quality tools.
"He's really a good person."
"Yeah, look at all the good things he's doing …"
"He's simple and not greedy."
At the gates of Liberty City were two richly dressed men.
Behind one of the men hung a huge blade; it was a two handed sword that struck with a lot of force, and the other man was one of the few Druid Heliolaters in the game.
To become a follower of the sun, you had to be at least of level 250. To reach this level at this point in the game meant you were one of the highest level players.
They looked at Weed and whispered:
"Oh, a true master."
"Exactly. A conscientious and honest man"
"And smart. He cleverly thought ahead when he chose his profession…"
"Yes, starting with a craft profession is really reliable."
"I agree, and he doesn't just have one kind of skill but many…"
They stood and talked about Weed. Of course, they never found out about all the agony Weed faced as a sculptor. In their eyes, he had a very clever and thoughtful game plan.
Everything he made scattered in no time.
Design! Due to his high 'art' all the items he made had excellent design. Quality! The stats of his items were much superior to their counterparts in the shops of traders.
In general, it was not surprising that his things sold so well.
Weed's name instantly spread throughout all adjacent lands. Some players, receiving messages from friends, even began to come from other settlements.
It was hard to find a good craftsman. Most players had to go with the standard weapon from monsters or buy from NPCs. In addition, many players had saved up skin, ore and other materials from their hunts.
Weed did not refuse anyone and with any material created useful goods. When the line built up to a considerable number of players he began selling his previously created deerskin clothes.
Full of hope Weed arranged for an auction:
"Sale of sewed clothes. Suitable for priests and monks. Good, high quality equipment from the skin of deer. The quantity is limited, so I will sell it to the one who offers the highest price!"
Suddenly, Priests and monks in the crowd eyes lit up. In the continent of Versailles there were not as many monsters with good cleric gear.
"One for 160 gold!"
"Over here 200 gold!"
Clothes sold out within a few moments. Weed did not scam them, the quality was excellent, and were meant for players over level 100.
For the tunics people offered 200 to 300 gold, and a hat and boots sold for 50 or more gold. Thanks to the auction he earned more than 1000 gold.
And long after the end of the auction people came up and whispered trying to find out, whether there was at least one thing from the hide of a deer.
A couple of days after the auction, Weed had served more than one hundred people, and then finally achieved the desired result.
Your blacksmithing skill has exceeded level 10 and has reached the intermediate stage.
New skills:
Sword Grind, and Armor Polish
Sword Grind – Grinds the sword, weapon damage is amplified
Armor Polish – confuses and dazzles enemies along with an increase in defense.
+5 To all stats
Reputation +50.
Art +3.
After some time his sewing skills reached the intermediate. Previously, Weed thought he would first raise sewing skills, but he was wrong because he didn't take into account that the majority of people in the game were soldiers and they only asked him to make swords. Therefore, his sewing skill was late.
Your tailoring skill has exceeded level 10 and has reached the intermediate stage.
New skills: Ironing, and Hand washing
+5 To all stats
Reputation +50.
Art +70.
Ironing – increases defense
Wash – requires water. Wash your dirty clothes in the water. This will improve the defenses of the object. Severe washing will wear and tear clothes. Skill can be used no more than 3 times on one set of clothes.
+5 To all stats
Reputation +50.
Art +70.
On that day, when his skills passed the intermediate stage, Weed served his last two clients and made an announcement. He climbed up on the table and, after looking around the crowd of players, many of whom came from neighboring kingdoms, shouted as loudly as possible to be heard by all:
"Hello everyone, I'm asking for your attention. Due to personal reasons, for a while I cannot sew clothes or make weapons. I'm sorry. But there is good news! After 4 days, I will finally expose a single product. My sewing has reached the intermediate stage, and now I can make clothes out of Prismatic cloth! Come again in 4 days and you will not be disappointed!"
After those words, Weed wrapped his things and fled.
"Prismatic cloth?"
"What's that?"
People came up with many theories, but eventually curiosity won out, and players, disconnected from the game to look for information on sites devoted to Royal Road.
Sovereign Prismatic Cloth
Durability 5/5.
Item artisan skills. Excellent material for clothing and other equipment. During the manufacturing process 7 attributes will be chosen at random. Excellent protection from arrows and blunt weapons. To work with the fabric requires intermediate level tailoring.
It is now known where the fabric comes from but it is also known that it is not easy to get.
Tier 1 sewing material.
Effects: Grants seven randomly generated attributes.
Suddenly an unknown player shouted out that it was used to create high quality clothes.
Rumors spread on the internet faster than the speed of light. On the appointed day at the gates of the city, so many people had gathered that it was packed. Some people ran day and night from other kingdoms in hope to buy the clothes.
Yes, there were a lot of players, and various guilds were present. In the vast continent of Versailles there was a full on war between guilds, so in the auction, there were not friends, but implacable enemies.
All because of the hope to buy some unique items.
"Let's start the auction!"
Weed's auction was conducted by Mapan.
Of course, during the time he was crafting his face was seen by many, but now the crowd was ten, or twenty times larger, and he was sure someone would post a movie of the online auction. Weed didn't want to attract attention to himself and be identified as the Princess Knight, so he asked Mapan to hold his auction.
"So, the 1st lot … Ah! Mr. Weed has prepared for us 13 items. For reference, one of them is unique, 5 are rare, and the rest are usual. So, lets start with ordinary objects. The first lot …"
"1000 gold!"
"1500!"
"2400!"
"4000!"
The people fought to the last, so that at least one object fell into their hands.
Of course, things put up for auction are important, but so is the auction site and each participant – all heavily influencing the price of the object. If you advertise and then sell in a remote village, where only a few players were, no one would buy.
To make a good auction, you must first gather those interested, and then carefully maintain and create heated competition for the goods between the players and their greed.
Here is the secret to an auction!
Thanks to a great-planned auction, Weed sold all his rainbow tunics. The next day, people continued to come to the old place, but Weed, as promised, was gone.
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