396 Massacre (1/2)
At the same time, he did not intend to wait for her to figure out the meaning behind his words. She can do it in her own time.
”There is something I've been meaning to ask; I wonder if Chief Valencia will be able to answer it?” Said Leon as he interrupted Chief Valencia's thoughts.
Chief Valencia raised an eyebrow at his roundabout way of talking and said, ”If you don't tell me what it is, how will I know if I can answer it or not? Just out with it. What do you want to ask me?”
”I don't suppose your tribe has a library, does it?” Leon asked.
Chief Valencia rubbed her chin and began musing, ”A library, huh?”
”Yes, a place where you keep a variety of books and allow for public viewing,” Leon explained, thinking the term might be unfamiliar to her.
”Oh, we don't have a library.” Chief Valencia stated forwardly.
Leon thought that might have been the case, but he was still disappointed to hear the answer directly from Chief Valencia.
Books were a good source of knowledge, recorded by those who walked the earth before them. He believed if there were any books in the Dark Continent, they would undoubtedly contain some useful knowledge. This could be seen by how knowledgeable the Venerable Shamans were in the study of runes.
Even though Chief Valencia said there was no library, Leon would not believe it if she said there was not even a private stash of books lying somewhere.
”If you do not care about the contents of the books but still interested in viewing them, I know what all the Venerable Shamans each have a private stash of them laying around in their homes. I, myself, also have a relatively large stash stored in the vault collecting dust. If Little Brother Leonhardt is interested, I can grant you access to it under a few conditions.” Chief Valencia suddenly added.
”Oh?”
Leon was pleasantly surprised to hear this. After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head and said, ”There's no need to trouble Chief Valencia. I will go find one of the Venerable Shamans to ask.”
”That's fine.” Chief Valencia shrugged her shoulders, seeing that Leonhardt did not even bother to ask what the few conditions were to enter her vault. How many people would kill for a chance to take a look inside if there were presented the opportunity?
After a brief moment, she added, ”However, the offer still stands in case you change your mind.”
”I will keep that in mind. Then if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first.” Leon said crisply, wanting to end their conversation so he could go seek out one of the Venerable Shamans.
”I understand. Thank you for your concern.”
Leon did a cupped fist salute to Chief Valencia before taking his leave. He stepped outside the doorless entrance and took a turn left before disappearing from Chief Valencia's sight.
Chief Valencia continued to glance at the doorless entrance after Leonhardt left. After some time, she observed the surroundings before turning around and entered the courtyard building's bedroom.
She walked up to the bed, where Darlene could be seen sleeping. She glanced at Darlene's peaceful expression with a nonchalant look before asking indifferently, ”How long do you plan on sleeping?”
After these words were spoken, Darlene's peaceful expression disappeared as her eyes snapped open. She got up from the bed in her bare body without covering herself and respectfully greeted with a bow, ”Chief Valencia.”
Chief Valencia acknowledges her greeting with a nod before taking out a translucent stone from her interspatial pouch and toss it over to Darlene.
Darlene immediately caught it with both hands before she studied the object curiously with an idiomatic expression.
”What is this?” She asks.
”A voice-transmission tool. I don't think I need to tell you how to use one and why I'm giving it to you, right?” After seeing Darlene shake her head, Chief Valencia continued, ”Keep it on you but out of sight at all times.”
”Yes, chief.”
Darlene answered.
Chief Valencia nodded approvingly before walking over and taking a seat on the bed, making herself at home by sitting comfortably with her muscular legs spread.
The smell of love nectar and Yang fluid pervaded the room, but it was predominantly concentrated on the bed.
Chief Valencia was no stranger to these smells, but her brows still wrinkled with discomfort when she smelt it. Nevertheless, she endured the discomfort and glanced at Darlene solemnly.
”Tell me everything you have discovered so far.”
…
Crimsonfog Tribe.