361 The Seven Stinks (2/2)
”They are all experts in their respective fields and big moneymakers. However, their hygienic practices are appalling. Together, they are called the Six Stinks of the tribe.”
Towards the end of Old Tailor's introduction, the six Shamans' faces were as black as charcoal. They started to regret allowing Old Tailor to do the introduction.
”What the hell, Old Tailor? Even if you do not respect us, you still need to leave us some face in front of the younger generation, right? What kind of nonsensical introduction was that?” Old Hammer frowned.
”Six Stinks? The Seven Stinks, you mean? Aren't you forgetting yourself?” Old Baba snorted coldly.
”Ahem, did I say anything else incorrectly?” Old Tailor coughed and said, ”Last time I drank one of your smelly potions, I had to sit on the toilet for the seven days straight!”
”Hmph! What do you know? That is just the potion's effect of expelling the impurities! If you do not like it, then do not drink it! I think Old Mate here still holds a grudge from last time!” Old Baba growled, unwilling to back down.
It was not long before the other five Shamans had a look of understanding.
Apart from spending most of their time on their respective hobbies, they would gather to play card games for entertainment in their old age. Naturally, gambling was a must for old folks like them with too many Dark Crystals on their hands.
”Dammit, Old Tailor. Didn't we agree that whether we lose or win, there would be no hard feelings?” Old Fjord rubbed his bald head and complained.
”No hard feelings? How can I not have any hard feelings after that?! If it were not for you Old Farts conspiring against me, would I have lost so miserably?!” Old Tailor barked, feeling indignant.
”Hahaha, it is just a little bit of Dark Crystals. You can make that much back in no time.” Old Wiz laughed.
'A little bit?!'
Old Tailor almost blew his top and cut ties on the spot. Despite that, he did not do so. Their relationship was actually really good. It is just that they can be annoying and deserves a punch in the face sometimes, like a best friend, for instance.
”If 200 thousand Dark Crystals is a little bit, I suppose Old Wiz don't mind losing 500 thousand Dark Crystals to me next time.��
”Err… maybe we went a little overboard on the bets. How about we join forces and pick on someone else next time?” Old Wiz suggested with a forced smile.
Leon scratched his head wryly as he watched the people bicker with amusement. It seems that this group of Shamans were not as harmonious as he had assumed.
After a while, Old Tailor calmed down.
”Everyone should have already heard about Little Brother Leonhardt, so I don't need to say much here.”
”En, I also heard that a Banshee assisted the tribe. Is that true?” Old Wiz asked with interest.
Old Tailor was surprised when this was mentioned. He did not seem to have seen the Banshee yet.
While all attention was focused on Leon, he gave Lumi a heads-up telepathically before letting her out. Everyone was mildly startled when she appeared from the void.
However, they recovered quickly with surprise when they discover Lumi's harmless nature. She did not possess the vengeful and murderous disposition a Banshee should have. It even made them question themselves if she really was a Banshee.
”This is… amazing! To think there was a Banshee that took the side of humans!”
”I've seen people taming Demonic Beasts, but this is the first time I've seen someone tamed an evil spirit. How did you do it?” Old Wiz asked curiously.
Lumi felt unhappy to hear this, but she remained silent. If Leon goes back on his words and never return her freedom, she might as well be a tamed evil spirit. Having experienced that tearing pain to her soul once, she would not have the courage to disobey Leon.
Just as Leon smiled and prepared a reply, a sudden shout from below the high seating platform grabbed everyone's attention.
”Leonhardt, I challenge you to a duel! Do you dare accept it?!”