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V4 C1 - PoD

“That guy is weird. What is he doing?”

“Maybe he’s a lunatic? He looks like one too”

“Let’s just keep walking”

All the residents of the city feared and avoided the man. They thought that if they approached him, then something bad would happen. He seemed dangerous, and so the townsfolk decided it best to avoid him.

That man was Weed and he was up and about screaming.

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

His erratic jumps and screams scared away all the pedestrians. It was a good thing that he was hidden between the two churches of Freya. If this happened in the middle of a busy street, then videos of him throwing a tantrum would inevitably be posted on numerous websites.

“Ouuuuuuuu!” Weed even burst into tears as he finished. “I missed my chance!”

In Morata, just when Weed was about to return to Somreun Liberty City through the teleportation gates, a glow shone through the spatial gap. Then suddenly, a thought hit him.

“Now I can no longer enjoy the effects of the Ice Dragon and the Ice Beauty. GRRRR!”

Weed spent a whole month to produce two statues in the province of Morata. The Ice Dragon sculpture was the pinnacle of his skill. An enormous, magnificent statue, no less amazing than the effects it gave.

“Why did I not take the statue with me!?”

Of course, Weed was not thinking about the statue of the Ice Dragon, but of the Ice Beauty. After all, if a statue capable of increasing the recovery speed of health and mana were to sell, there would be a huge profit.

Furthermore, the effects of the statue operate independently, and if you use another bracelet, ring or buff, their effects would stack.

It’s true that the statue it was made out of ice and would eventually melt. However, if you use a spell, you could preserve it. God knows how much he could have made if it was sold.

“Ahhh… I’m too good, simple and honest. Now I’m losing money because of it!”

Weed hit the ground, jumped and shouted in anger, but it was too late. He chose a path of a good and honest man. Weed thought that he was a fool. He would rather be cruel, and dishonest, but rich and shameless. An honest life was not worth pursuing.

“It’s never too late to become a villain.” Though his discontent of being a sculptor was not completely gone, seeing the advantages, he would not give it up. Weed was once again set on the goal of life.

While Weed lamented, Alveron and the priests who returned with him to the Order of the Freya, stood and watched his strange behavior with frowning and frightened expressions. They were backing away slowly; even NPCs ignored weed

“Ahem…” Weed tidied his clothes in order to fabricate the image of a hero who punishes evildoers and administers the divine punishment and spreads the glory of the Goddess… “Well, we should go see the High Priest”

Surrounded by Priests, Weed entered the church. This time, he entered through the side entrance so he did not have to go through a line of players donating for the prayers of the Priests. Inside the church, the High Priest was already waiting for him.