401 The Gift Can Wai (1/2)
Various items were being sold in this location, and everything could be found, from low-tier Soul Weapons to high-quality demonic beast meat.
Apart from those, the market also had people selling low-quality Enchant Equipment, accessories, clothing, demonic beast materials, rare minerals, healing potions, and strange oddities.
The highest quality of items can only be found in the stores owned by the Venerable Shamans of their respective professions.
Leon found a tailor shop selling women's garments and made his way over to it through the bustling crowd of tribesmen.
”Brother Leonhardt is here! The Divine Doctor has come to visit our big market!” A tribesman noticed Leon and hollered to the crowd.
What?!
The crowd immediately exploded with fervor and excitement. They pushed and shoved each other in a competitive manner as they rushed to be the first person to greet Leon.
Leon was taken aback by the fervor everyone was feeling but soon understood the reason for their enthusiasm.
”Divine Doctor, thank you for curing my husband's leg! It is all thanks to you that he can continue to join the hunting team to scavenge for demonic beasts!”
”…thank you for curing my father's arm… he can continue to…”
”…thank you…”
…
Leon received countless gratitude from the surrounding tribesmen, so much that his ears buzzed and made him feel dizzy.
He smiled wryly in response and said, ”Please make way, everyone. I am just here to buy some stuff. There's no need to shower me with your gratitude. I just did what anyone would have done.”
”Even so, we would like to thank you! Please, whatever you need to buy here, we will gift it to you for free!” A store owner said.
Once those words were spoken, the other store owners also chimed in.
”Yes, yes, yes! What do you need to buy, Brother Leonhardt? We would like to gift them to you!”
”I have some low-tier Soul Weapons here. Does Brother Leonhardt fancy any of them?” Asked a middle-aged store owner in charge of a weapon store before getting whacked by his wife.
”Nonsense! Brother Leonhardt has a Tier 4 Bone Spear. Would he care about our Tier 1 Soul Weapons?”
”How about some demonic beast meat, Brother Leonhardt? We have some quality pheasants and bear meat cuts here? The fatty cuts are good too. They are very juicy.” A butcher offered.
”I appreciate the goodwill, everyone, but I am just here to buy some clothes for my woman,” Leon said to the crowd with a wry smile.
After he saw that, the crowd immediately quiet down before a few tailor store owners step forward to invite Leon to their stores.
”My store doesn't specialize in womenswear only, but there might be something that catches your interest, Brother Leonhardt. How about you take a look there?”
Leon smiled helplessly.
”Alright, there's no need to fight with each other. I will take a look at both your stores.” Leon shortly turned to the crowd and said, ”Sorry, everyone. Maybe next time.”
Shortly after, Leon followed the store owners to their tailor store, and the crowd slowly dispersed back to their usual business with disappointment.
Two burning incense of time later, Leon walked out of the second tailor store with an extra six sets of clothing; two sets for himself and four sets for Darlene. Everything was stored inside the interspatial pouch with 19-thousand Dark Crystals.
He had sneakily slipped 500 Dark Crystals behind each of the tailor store's counter. It would only be sometime later before the store owners realize the extra Dark Crystals behind their counter when they calculate their total earnings for the day.
Leon could have accepted their gifts for free, but he was not the kind of person who liked to owe people favors.
After leaving the big market, Leon made his way to Old Tailor's store.
As the Dark Continent was dark all year round due to the black clouds that blot out the sky, the Darkmoon Tribe had no concept of night and day. They only have the fire tower to keep track of time.
Market trades, work, and sleeping hours were totally dependent on the tribesmen's mood. While some are working, others could be sleeping. While others are working, some could be sleeping.
Unless the tribe was hosting events or they were being threatened by outside threats, very rarely were every tribesman awake at the same time.