359 They Can Warm Your Bed (2/2)

”Don't just fight over the drumstick. The thigh of the Golden Pheasant is even better than the drumstick. Look, the cook was even considerate enough to divide it into pieces. Everyone will be able to get their share.” Master Woodrow tried to mediate between them.

There was no doubt that thighs were even larger than drumsticks. If it were not divided into pieces, it would have been troublesome to eat.

Leon quietly grabbed a piece with his bare hands and took his first bite before a wondrous color painted his face.

He thought it was just ordinary fried chicken if he ignored the size, but he could not be more wrong. All the herbs and spices were stuffed inside.

The moment he took the bite, all the hidden flavors and aroma burst forth explosively and assailed his senses.

Old Tailor had been studying Leon's expression and could not help but laugh, ”Hahaha, it seems that our Little Brother Leonhardt here has been too impressed for words.”

”Haiz…” Leon issued a long sigh with a subtle nostalgic look as he praised, ”This is some f*cking good chicken.”

The quality of the food has transcended what was usually served back in the royal palace and steakhouse. If not for the absence of Spirit Energy, the fried Golden Pheasant would be considered on par with Tier 2 to Tier 3 spirit food.

Leon's use of language was vulgar, but all the old Shamans laughed. He could not have been any more on point. Even Chief Valencia had smiled.

Afterward, Leon took his time to try the other dishes while engaging in small idle chats with the Darkmoon Tribe's VIPs. The taste of the other dishes was also not inferior to the fried Golden Pheasant.

Through their idle chats, Leon could clearly see how much everyone held him in high regard. This was not because he was a fellow 'Shaman,' which had yet to learn much about. It was because he can cure Demonic Possession!

The worse fear of every human embarking on the path of body cultivation in the Infertile Plains is to lose control of their Demon Core and become demonized. Chief Valencia was no exception to this fear.

The more advanced they were in their body cultivation methods, the higher the risk of losing control.

Therefore, the eldest generation in the tribe would destroy their Demon Core once their body starts to decline from age to significantly reduce the risk of Demon Possession.

Leon had noticed this after subtly studying the differences between the elders and the other warriors in the tribe.

He also noticed that only the elderly people in the tribe were Shamans. None of the younger generations could become Shamans. At least, he has not heard of any apart from 'himself.'

'Is this a coincidence, or is there some relation between destroying the Demon Core to become a Shaman?' Leon quietly thought.

As he was musing, a voice interrupted him.

”I wonder what Little Brother Leonhardt could be thinking about so deeply?” Chief Valencia.

As someone who wishes to recruit Leon to her side, it was expected that she would be paying a great deal of attention to Leon.

Leon shook his head, wryly.

”Aha, it's nothing. I just thought the Darkmoon Tribe to be full of outstanding warriors. I just did not expect for there to also be ordinary people amongst your tribesmen.” Leon said as he glanced at the servants.

They had average builds like ordinary people from the Human Domain. Without any of those excessive muscles, the female servants were actually quite stunning and beautiful.

At least, Leon found them appealing to look at compared to Chief Valencia and the other female warriors in the tribe.

”This is normal. There will always be a small group of people with no talent for cultivation. To be born beautiful with no talent for cultivation, only a cruel fate would await them. As such, I have taken them under my wing for protection.”

”However, if Little Brother Leonhardt fancies any one of them, I don't mind sending them to warm your bed tonight. I'm sure they would be happy to serve you.” Chief Valencia offered straightforwardly with a smile.

Cough!

”Ahem, there is no need for that.” Leon refused with an awkward cough. However, he frowned inwardly at the Chief's offer.