342 Rite of Baptism, Black Pool (2/2)

”Don't tell me, everyone here is also…”

”No, they are all normal. I am the odd one.” Blacktiger shook his head and proceeded to explain further, ”I've become like this because I was too stubborn during the Rite of Baptism and overstayed my body's limit in the Black Pool.”

Rite of Baptism? Black Pool?

Leon's brows furrowed ever so slightly at the more unfamiliar terms. Nevertheless, he could faintly guess it might have something to do with their body cultivation method.

”Brother Leonhardt doesn't know about the Rite of Baptism and the Black Pool?” Blacktiger asked, noticing Leon's confusion with his keen perception.

Leon was inwardly startled. He was prepared to make an excuse when Blacktiger continued to say, ”Brother Leonhardt must have been a vagabond since birth and never undergone any Rite of Baptism before, right?”

”It would make sense that Brother Leonhardt does not know about the Rite of Baptism and Black Pool. After all, your body doesn't look much different to everyone before they underwent their Rite of Baptism in the Black Pool. It must have been hard outside on your own all this time…” Blacktiger speculated.

He had a look of confidence, totally convinced by his own conjecture that this was truly the case. Leon gaped in a dumbfounded manner, not knowing where his confidence came from.

'Sure thing, dude. Whatever you say.'

”You know what? You are exactly right! That is indeed the case!” Leon nodded in agreement, following along with Blacktiger's assumption.

Blacktiger was not the friend he wanted, but he was the friend he needed. It saved him a great deal of trouble explaining himself.

”Hahaha! Just as I have assumed.” Blacktiger laughed.

After receiving Leon's confirmation, he was more smug and complacent with himself.

”Brother, when are we going to have our match?” One of the warriors asked with an urging tone.

Obviously, he did not care much about Leon's story. He was more concerned with beating Blacktiger and claiming the number one spot under the Great Warrior Realm.

”Oh right, sure, sure. Let us see what you got! I hope you won't disappoint me.” Blacktiger was in high spirits as he grinned.

”Hahaha, I shotgun the next challenge if Blacktiger wins.”

”Then, I will take the one after!”

The male and female warriors began to gather around the arm-wrestling table with interest as they began to place bets and queue up for challenges.

With no one left to bother him, Leon focused on scrubbing his body to cleanse himself of the revolting smell. While he was at it, he was not concerned in the least whether the color-changing cream he applied to his skin would wear off or not.

Spirit herbs with strong purifying properties were needed to remove the colored cream on his body, and the soaps provided by the Bathhouse did not have this kind of purification.

He had already checked this and was rechecking it. The soap did not seem to have been made from anything that could be found on the Infertile Plains. At least, not from what he had seen on the surface anyway.

”Just a kind of word advice, brother. Don't drop the soap.” A warrior advised him.

”Hm? Alright. I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.”

Leon was a bit speechless. What did that person mean by that?

Shortly after, he hopped into the now vacant mixed bath and enjoyed the relaxing warmth of the hot bathwater.

He was conscious enough to have a towel wrapped around his lower body. He was not accustomed to being butt-naked around other people.

Nevertheless, no one found this strange and thought he was just unfamiliar due to his vagabond life.

As Leon watches the Darkmoon Tribe warriors compete in arm-wrestling matches, he sank into thought, pondering about his next course of action.

'All sorts of information are usually found in a pub, but considering the tribal chief has invited me to join their great feast tonight, it would be improper to visit the pub today, lest it arouses their suspicion.'

Right now, Leon was all alone, while Lumi was not inconspicuous enough to help him scout the city. Meanwhile, every other person in Darkmoon City could be Chief Valencia's eyes and ears. He had to be mindful of his actions.

It had only been a brief exchange, but he found the tribal chief unfathomable and impossible to read through. He could only tell that this person seemed to be plotting something.

'For now, I should familiarize myself with the city. A tour guide will help me prevent arousing suspicion. I should also look further into these people's Rite of Passage and Black Pool when I can. It might be useful for my body cultivation.' Leon mused.