Chapter 631 - V56C2P3 – The King of Devils (1/2)

V56C2P3 – The King of Devils

His reputation and various other requirements were already at such a level where he could accept just about any dangerous quests!

In the past, he was discouraged at the sight of S rank quests.

Now, he could see high possibilities of success with his arsenal of tricks.

Nonetheless, the process would still be arduous.

Weed, slowly and carefully walked through the shortcut and found his way into the crack in the rock where the cool breeze passes.

“There are only a few dwarves that come all this way… Who are you?”

Brockhand was a dwarf with a beard that reached all the way to his knees. His nose was red and held a large, sharp axe in his hand. He was ready to swing down on the infiltrators without a permit at any moment.

“My name is Weedhand, Sir Brockhand.”

“Oh. Weedhand, you say! What in the world… I never thought I would see the most famous dwarf here.”

After he stole the Brazier of Sacrifice from Kaybern’s lair, his reputation had increased by 32,000. The entire Versaille Continent was in an uproar and dwarves in the Thor region talked about it at every beer table.

It was surely going to simmer down soon, but for the time being it was boosting his reputation significantly.

“It takes more than just courage to face Kaybern, you’re an impressive man.”

“I do not deserve your kind compliments. I was just unable to turn away from injustice and lifted my axe.”

“Of course. Do you know what it is like to wield an axe?”

“It is heavy and dense. It is useful for chopping down trees, but best when crushing monsters with power and destructive force.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. Such a splendid dwarf deserves as much of my beer as he wants.”

“Would you be kind enough?”

Weed was securing friendship level all the while.

Drinking beer among dwarves was a great way to become friendly.

One thing to be cautious between dwarves is that when you turn down the offer, the relationship plummets badly.

“You must be on your way to Treestub Village. I know you are busy. Let’s empty one barrel quickly.”

He drank plentifully from Brockhand’s offerings in the rock liquor storage.

– You are slightly drunk from the flavorful beer. The dwarf trait grants increased focus and stamina until you become sober.

All production and combat engagements efficiency is increased by 10.

Recovery rate is increased.

Reduced loss of strength from severe wounds.

‘Such cool effects…’

Weed was content drinking the hidden beer of the dwarf.

In Royal Road, many thrived by diligent hunting, but there were also those who searched for spectacular scenery or cooked delicious recipes and became powerful in their respective ways. It was about enjoying life.

Though one mistake could turn that life into a lazy and frolic one.

Brockhand laid down his empty glass and spoke.

“Weedhand, are you really going to hunt that dragon?”

“Of course. The dragon persecuted us dwarves.”

Weed lied without a conscience.

“Then I shall follow in your endeavor.”

“It’s too dangerous. There will be many enemies waiting for me.”

“Do not worry about that. This body of mine is old indeed, but if it’s slaying Kaybern, I will fight at any battlefront.”

Hence Brockhand joined as a comrade.

Weed skimmed through his equipment and they seemed to be less than level 500. Even so, his axe and equipment were worn out like they have been used frequently.

Brockhand undoubtedly would have gone through countless battles in his youth.

‘He’s at an acceptable level as a comrade.’

Veteran dwarf warriors were always welcome in any group.

In any situation, they always pulled through despite the costs in beer than they raised.

– Mapan: Brockhand is a dwarf with a sensitive personality… It feels good that he’s joined as an ally. Brockhand has never been a comrade of a player. This is a first.

– Spenson: It looks like the dwarves are joining in on our quest against Kaybern. Normally, dwarfs aren’t such cooperative people .

Weed came out of the liquor storage and walked with Brockhand.

“Look at these prints. They belong to the draconic warriors.”

Brockhand checked out the firm prints on the ground.

Weed had already known from the avian that there were 5 draconic warriors up ahead.

Though he avoided the outposts, there were many obstacles on the way to Treestub Village.

“Do you know how to identify the tracks of the earth?”

“Not in detail. But, the mountains and forest are familiar to me. Draconic warriors have larger and heavier feet than those of a human.”

“Dwarves have feet just as big.”

“We do have such feet, but we try our best not to step on live flowers.”

“That is so.”

“Don’t trouble yourself with them. This place is like my own backyard. The path is blocked for sure, but there is always a way around.”

Brockhand led the way through a crack in a large boulder using his small stature.

“Have you ever swung on vines? We can traverse a long distance up this tree.”

“Hmm. I will give it a try.”

Weed climbed the tree with Brockhand. Then he grabbed on the vines and leaped through midair, travelling dozens of meters each time.

Brockhand who was confidently leading the way lost his grip and almost fell several times.

“K-hmm, high places are sure dizzy. Weedhand, you ride well like the young dwarves.”

“Thank you.”

Brockhand’s guidance allowed them to bypass several groups of draconic warriors.

– I hear something from afar.