"A wise choice, hehe.
I think I know better than you what a truly wise choice is."
The patriarch chuckled and took two steps forward casually, looking at Mist who looked arrogant and proud and said slowly. , "Do you know why our clan can protect the sacred objects for more than a hundred years without being destroyed?
Do you know why so many Have all the people who peeked at the sacred objects died on this island?
Let me tell you, because only by being more cunning, sinister, and ruthless than those bastards can we ensure the safety of our clan.
Our ancestors are protected in heaven.
With us, you think you can run rampant here with just a few of your guns.
It’s just a dream.”
"What do you mean?"
Mist looked at the clan leader who was not timid at all but full of confidence.
He restrained his proud expression for a moment and said cautiously, "You still say something tough even when death is about to happen.
Do you think I don't dare to take a shot?"
Will I blow your head off?"
"It's easy to kill me, but it's just a dream for you to get the sacred objects of my clan."
The clan leader sneered, "Furthermore, you are absolutely not allowed to take this secret away, so you all stay here today and accept it.
The judgment of death” "Hahaha, you want to kill us because of you and your men."
Mist seemed to have heard a funny joke.
He pointed at the dead indigenous warriors lying on the ground and said, "Look.
The tragic death of these men of yours Well, I admire you for having such courage.
However, I advise you to be realistic and hand over the sacred objects.
This will be good for you and us.
Otherwise, we will destroy this place.
His blood flowed into a river, believe it or not?”
The patriarch looked at Mist and said calmly, "Do you really want to get the sacred object so much?
Why does the sacred object have any value to you?"
"I'm afraid you don't understand the value of sacred objects.
What a sacred object?
That thing is not a treasure that you can protect at all."
Mist glanced at Sydney and said proudly, "Sini put everything together."
I said, what you call holy objects are just mysterious objects that were accidentally dropped on your territory.
It would be a waste to leave them here.
Rather than letting this treasure stay like this day by day, you might as well leave it to me.
It’s up to me to make it flourish.”
"Fuck you, that's a sacred object of our clan.
If you want to take it, it's just a dream.
I, Samback, will never do it."
"Bang!"
Before Sambak could finish his words, Mist almost without hesitation pointed the gun at his body and shot him.
Sambak instinctively put the blade of the big knife across his chest. , the bullet happened to hit the surface of his knife, leaving a concave gap, then refracted and rebounded with the remaining kinetic energy, and shot directly into Samback's left arm.
Blood immediately flowed slowly down Samback's left arm, and this shot also caused the surrounding natives to scream in surprise.
It seems that Samback still has a high status in the hearts of all the indigenous people.
His injury has obviously cast a great shadow on the psychology of the indigenous people to a certain extent.
The patriarch glanced at Samback, who was pale and endured the severe pain without saying a word.
He seemed to have made an instant decision and said to his men behind him, "You guys, go and ask the elders to take out the holy objects.
Assang Doma, you and They go together, you have served the holy object, now it is up to you to hold it out."
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When the "patriarch" heard this, the indigenous people suddenly showed surprise and unwillingness.
Assang Doma bit her lip and said nothing, but the unwillingness in her eyes was still very obvious.
"This is my order.
If anyone dares to disobey you, go and get it."
The patriarch glared at them, and his unquestioning tone forced them to obey.
Everyone realized that Samback's injury was the last straw for the clan leader to argue.
He was no longer able to control the situation, so he had no choice but to take out the holy objects and listen to the words of the foreign merchants.
But only Fan Wei understood that the clan leader's scheming was much deeper than the others.
I'm afraid there is only one reason why this guy wants to take out the holy object, and that is to delay time.
Yes, delay.
Fan Wei knew very well that the poison contained in the wine drank by these businessmen was irreversible, but due to the craftsmanship and poison-making abilities of these indigenous people, as well as the limitations of materials, the poisonous wine produced could only be chronic, so Before the onset of alcohol poisoning, in order to make unnecessary sacrifices, the patriarch could only delay time and compromise with these merchants who had powerful weapons.
He used holy objects as bait to delay the time of these merchants.
This trick was to play hard to get and play.
It's just right.
Perhaps in the eyes of the clan leader, these businessmen were already dead bodies that could not survive the next day.
But at this time, he was also very curious to see what the sacred object was that the two sides were fighting for.
After listening to the conversation between Mist and the clan leader, Fan Wei vaguely understood that this sacred object was probably left to the indigenous people for unknown reasons.
It came from the tribe and was obviously not originally from the indigenous tribe.
"Haha, okay, this is called a man who knows the current affairs.
If you do this earlier, you won't have to suffer so much."
Seeing that the patriarch finally compromised, Mist couldn't help laughing happily, "After the sacred object is handed over to me, , I promise not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and my friendship with you can continue.
If you want to exchange transparent stones for goods, you can continue.
However, from now on, all transactions between me and the nobles will be handled by Sydney.
Alright, supervisor.
Sydney will leave the tribe and become my subordinate, Mist."
Seeing that Mist came to protect him, Sydney couldn't help but be grateful.
He also knew that betrayal had made it impossible for him to stay in this tribe.
Since he had chosen the way out, he naturally had to hold Mist's thigh tightly and do things for him.
In just a short while, Heaney had already thanked Mist no less than ten times, and the patriarch and Sambak clearly showed disdain and dissatisfaction.
Samback was about to grit his teeth and speak, but was stopped by the patriarch who stopped him and shook his head.
He seemed to understand in his heart that rashly challenging a strong opponent right now would only lead to a few more bullet holes in his body.
Therefore, he could only bite the bullet and swallow the words he wanted to say back into his stomach.
Facing these incomparably powerful businessmen, he had no choice but to grit his teeth.
After about five or six minutes, an old man with a white beard walked out of the simple house of the tribe.
This old man looked much older than the tribe leader.
Behind him, there were those who came to report the news.
Two men, and Assan Doma came over holding a large box carved with patterns similar to Mayan stone carvings in both hands.
Fan Wei took a closer look at the large stone carving box that looked very heavy.
Obviously he did not see anything unusual about it, but could it be the sacred object guarded by this tribe?
Before Fan Wei started to doubt, almost at the moment Asan Doma appeared, almost all the indigenous people standing in the square knelt down on one knee and began to recite an indigenous language that no one could understand.
The strange words were more like reciting a kind of sutra.
Although Fan Wei did not understand its meaning, from the pious performance of the indigenous people, it was basically certain that the stone carving box held by Asan Doma's hands was , must be the sacred object of this indigenous tribe: