Prime Originator

When Leon thought about a tour guide, his gaze began to shift towards the candidate he had in mind. 

The person had tried not to pay Leon any attention and focus solely on the arm-wrestling competition. But after Leon had his gaze fixed on the person, the person sighed and made his way over.

"What orders does Brother Leonhardt have for me? I must let you know that even if I have become your subordinate, I will not do anything that causes me to betray my conscience or my tribe." Goldenrod stated his bottom line firmly.

Leon raised an eyebrow before he nonchalantly waved it off with a calm answer, "Don't worry. It is nothing crazy like that. I just need a tour guide to show me around the city. This much, you can at least do, right? Your Chief has invited me to a feast, but it is not my style to sit around and do nothing until then."

"Just a tour guide?" Goldenrod was taken aback, but he soon nodded, "En, this much I can do."

"Great. We will leave in a bit." Leon stated.

"Alright." 

Golden complied without complaint. 

Nevertheless, Leon could see a slight reluctance in the person's eyes. It seemed that Goldenrod wanted to stay until the competition ended and see who the final victor will be, but he did not share the same interest.

The arm-wrestling competition itself was quite interesting, but not so much when many butt-naked macho people participated in it.

After a five-minute relaxation in the hot bath, Leon got out and returned to the dressing room where he left his ragged clothes in a straw basket. 

"Could it be that Brother Leonhardt only has this set of clothing?" Goldenrod asked after seeing him put on the dirty clothing. 

Naturally, he had quite a few sets of clothes stored in his Worldspace, but it was not like he could wear any of them in this place due to their unique style and material. 

"That's right." Leon could only say.

"I suppose Brother Leonhardt would like to pay a visit to the tailor store first?" Goldenrod assumed and suggested.

"Definitely." 

To be honest, Leon did not have any plans to finish the tailor shop at all. But since Goldenrod suggested the tailor shop, they might as well head there.

"What currency do you use to trade in this city?" Leon asked. 

He made sure to emphasize 'this city' to imply that he knew the standard currency from other tribes, but just was not sure if it was the same for the Darkmoon Tribe.

Goldenrod did not think so complicatedly into the manner and simply answered, "Dark Crystals are the standard currency for trading, but Demon Cores and demonic beast meat are also accepted too."

"I see… what if I don't have any of those?" Leon asked.

"Well… generally, anything can be used for trading as long as both parties reach an agreement…" Goldenrod explained before asking, "Could it be that Brother Leonhardt is…"

"I'm flat broke," Leon admitted wryly. 

There were many things in his Worldspace, but none of them could be used. All Goldenrod could see on his body was the ragged clothes and Tier 4 Bone Spear.

On the other hand, Goldenrod wore a leather pauldron, leather skirt, had a Tier 3 Bone Sword strapped to his side along with a leather pouch. 

Inside this leather pouch, he could see dozens of so-called Dark Crystals. They were only the size of pellets, but he could sense Darkness Profound Energy in them.

'These Dark Crystals are actually the crystallization of Darkness Profound Energy. These Dark Crystals doesn't just come from nowhere. There must be a Dark Crystal Mine nearby.' 

Leon's eyes narrowed in speculation. 

Seeing how Leon was starting at his leather pouch so intently, Goldenrod found himself in an awkward position. 

After a quick mental battle, he carefully said, "I don't mind lending you some Dark Crystals if you promise to pay them back in the future, Brother Leonhardt." 

He did not want to offend Leon further, but he had to make sure Leon knew he was a subordinate and not a slave. Leon was not entitled to all his wealth.

Leon shook his head at Goldenrod's cautiousness and said, "Don't think too much and just lead the way. Material objects are not necessarily needed to make a trade. You said so yourself. As long as both sides reach an agreement, anything goes."

"I did say that, but what exactly can you trade that's not material?" Goldenrod asked with a look of doubt. He was not planning to sell his body for a bit of clothing, is he?

It might work if the store owner is a female, but unfortunately, the tailor shop owner is a male. Actually, he could not be too sure. The store owner might have some strange interests and hobbies…

Leon had no idea what Goldenrod was thinking about, but he would have surely puked blood from anger if he did.

"We'll have to see when we get there." Leon simply said and ended the talk there.

...

Sometime after Leon left the Bathhouse, Ironhead returned but failed to find Leon inside.

"Big Brother Ironhead? If you are looking for Brother Leonhardt, then you came a bit too late. Brother Leonhardt had already left 10 minutes earlier with Brother Goldenrod to tour the city." Blacktiger spoke. 

"Is that right? Never mind then." 

Ironhead was slightly disappointed, but his mind did not dwell on it for long before it looked at the warriors arm-wrestling with a bit of nostalgia.

"Arm-wrestling, huh? It has been a while. Who's holding the number one spot now?" Ironhead asked.

Blacktiger immediately smirked, "It's still me."

The other warriors immediately grumbled. They were all Peak-level Warriors, but they still failed to topple Blacktiger's throne after 10 consecutive challenges.

"It's you? Brother Blacktiger, you are already so old, yet you are still holding onto the top spot? Don't you think it's about time to breakthrough to Great Warrior and give the other youngsters a chance to sit on the throne?"

"Big Brother Blacktiger… I am only…" 

"Oh, right. Silly me." Ironhead immediately smacked his head in realization and laughed, "Hahaha, forget what I just said. I often forget how old you actually are." 

Blacktiger did not know whether to laugh or cry at Ironhead's statement.

"Alright, don't mind me. You, youngsters, continue to have fun." Ironhead prepared to leave.

"Big Brother Ironhead is not going to relax while you are here?" Blacktiger asked. He could see that Ironhead had yet to take a bath.

Ironhead shook his head and waved him off, "Nah, I still have things to do."

He left the Bathhouse decisively. On the way out, he was quickly startled after bumping into a towering figure.��

"C-Chief Valencia." Ironhead immediately greeted.

The Chief nodded and casually asked, "How is our guest doing?" 

"Err, our guest has already left to tour the city with Goldenrod while I was arranging the guest's accommodations, Chief." Ironhead retold what he heard from Blacktiger.

Chief Valencia acknowledged his words and said, "Walk with me."

"Yes, Chief."

Ironhead complied without questioning. 

But after walking 20-odd yards down the street, he asked, "Is there something the Chief wish to ask this little brother?"

"What do you think of the guest's Soul Weapon?" Chief Valencia casually asked, but Ironhead was immediately alarmed.

"It couldn't be that Chief Valencia wants to—"

"No, that is not it." Chief Valencia stopped Ironhead from speaking further with a hand gesture before continuing, "I just find the Soul Weapon slightly familiar. You had more chance to look at the Soul Weapon. What are your thoughts on it?"

"Now that the Chief has mentioned, I do find it familiar as well. I feel like I have seen it somewhere before, but can't quite pinpoint exactly where." Ironhead frowned as he tried to recall his obscured memories.

"Since you can't remember, then just leave it at that. It will surely come back naturally at some point." Chief Valencia sighed. 

She had the same dilemma, but there was no point in forcing the issue. It would just cause unnecessary stress. 

"As the Chief wishes." 

Ironhead was happy to comply without complaint.

The human brain was like a rebellious child that likes to throw random fits. It knows the answer you are seeking, but sometimes, it just does not feel like giving it to you. 

The more you force it, the more it denies you. Only by coaxing and making it happy will it give you what you want.

…

Unaware of the attention surrounding Leon's Soul Weapon, he arrived before a tailor store.

"This is the best tailor store in our city. You won't be able to find a place that sells finer quality clothing and armor in the city than here." Goldenrod proudly introduced.

Leon was immediately speechless. You know I am flat broke, but you still led me to the best tailor store in town? If the items are too expensive, he would only be able to look and not buy.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Let us go in and take a look."