Sure enough, His Excellency did not break his promise, and in the tradition of serving the public wholeheartedly, he selected a jury of 12 people, and then began the public trial.

The three were then sentenced to three months of felling trees and three months of loss of liberty for the crime of destroying public property.

And Gilbert, as the governor, did not rejoice that this sin was judged, but felt a trace of shame.

It was precisely because of his work mistakes that this incident occurred, and the trial of the case was no less than a direct slap in the face.

So after the three shameless men were punished, the Governor took more than a hundred people, most of them bachelors, and began a new journey.

This time, they brought only a few dozen arquebuses, a hundred or so men, and a few dry rations, all of which they had prepared.

This time, Gilbert set his sights on a small tribe of Indians a hundred miles away, which was within their reach.

More than 100 people, clad in leaves, armed with knives, spears, or arquebuses, lined up in the shape of a snake, walking slowly and quietly through the deep forest.

Everyone's feet stepped on the big carpet composed of dead branches and rotten leaves, making a sizzling sound, which was particularly crisp in the silent primeval forest.

And the thick leaves are densely spread all over everyone's heads, blocking everyone's pursuit of the sun, as if something is missing around them.

The only remaining rays of sunlight, which struggle through the gaps, emit an alluring temperature and color that fills people with spirits unconsciously.

"My lord, why are you fighting this tribe, there are a lot of Indians nearby!" Gilbert walked ahead with his guide, his face strained, and it was obvious that he was not in a good mood.

At this time, Leo, who was one of the captains of the militia, walked ahead with a puzzled head, patted his head at His Excellency the Governor and asked.

Such a tribe of more than 100 people is not worth everyone's efforts.

"Click—" The Governor, who had stepped on a dead branch, with an irritated look on his face, turned back and whispered to Leo, the captain of the militia who had a questioning face:

"You know, Mr. Leo, there are only a few hundred of us, and we eat as many sheep as we have stomachs.

We're just here to expand the living space, not to go to war, to boast, you know? ”

As soon as these words came out, the others immediately nodded their heads to show their understanding.

To this, Gilbert nodded, and continued with a slightly meaningful expression:

"Besides, we have found out that there seems to be a gold mine near this tribe, and everyone in their tribe is decorated with gold, which is a good opportunity for our Edwardton to usher in development!"

Although the slow sale of sweet wine has made Edwardton more and more famous, the case of the three people a while ago has made Governor Gilbert lose face.

This is a slap in the face to his nakedness, and the immigrants are very disappointed in him because of the woman's sake.

In order to regain his prestige, Gilbert desperately needs a victory, as well as fortune, to change the image of dereliction of duty in everyone's mind.

And gold, at the moment, is what he thinks is the most effective.

Sure enough, after he finished talking about gold, the originally plain expressions of all the militiamen instantly turned into fanaticism and excitement.

"My lord, are you telling the truth?" One of the militiamen, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, looked at Gilbert impatiently and asked in disbelief.

"Of course, it's all true. Rest assured, ladies and gentlemen, the gold ahead is already waiting for you, and now, all you need to do is move forward quietly and silently, you know? ”

"Understood, sir!" Everyone responded in a low voice and excitedly, and the excitement on their faces was indescribable.

Oh gold! Something that seduces the soul, an item that is worth exchanging souls with the devil.

In this case, everyone's footsteps were fast, and in less than half a day, they came to a sparsely wooded place, and more than a dozen straw huts were densely packed among them, and if you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to distinguish.

A few Indian children were wielding stone knives, and they were picking up a gold nugget from the ground in their hands and throwing it around, having a great time.

The Indian women, with gold on their heads and necks, seemed to be disgusted with the burden, threw them on the ground, and began to pull corn and sweet potatoes to prepare food for their families.

"Say, who are you?" Everyone stared at the golden decorations on the Indians in front of them, and then looked at their casual attitude, and for a while, they were a little stunned.

And beside them, a few native Indians wearing strange feathers on their heads and disagreeing with strange tattoos on their bodies suddenly appeared, holding spears and staring at them with a wary look on their faces.

Then the Indians, who were playing and toiling, stopped and took their weapons.

The aura of danger crept in, and Gilbert's face grew paler as he watched cautiously at the vigilant Indians and the growing number of natives gathered.

In the crowd, Bob, who had studied with the Indians for a few days, was nudged and motioned for him to speak.

"You, hello, we are English from a distant land, and we have come here on purpose, here to exchange things!"

Bob whispered in a half-baked Indian with a reluctant smile.

Thankfully, the Indians here speak a similar language, so they can barely hear Bob's words.

"Swap things? Is your tribe short of something? ”

Then, in such a harmonious atmosphere, Gilbert and his party, under the factor of exchanging things and white skin, were welcomed in.

The grand bonfires, performances, and abundant meat all made Gilbert and his party linger.

When it came time to exchange a sharp scimitar for gold, which could only be used as a decoration, the natives smiled and grinned at each other.

With just three scimitars, about five hundred pounds of gold ore were exchanged, and both sides were pleasant.

At night, Bob lay around the campfire, reminiscing about the golden roasted deer leg in the evening, which was so evocative.

"Huh?" Feeling that his arm was being pushed, Bob turned his eyes to see that the partners next to him had already gotten up, and even a few people had quietly held knives and cut the throats of the Indians who were standing guard.

The flying insects of the night were invisible under the light of the fire, densely packed, roaming around the campfire one after another, but the horror in Bob's heart was incomparable.

"Does the Governor still want to go to war?"

As he became acquainted with the Indians, Bob's impression of them became better and better.

Simple, friendly, kind and welcoming.

"Also, compared with direct mastery, exchange still requires a cost!"

Immediately, Bob looked at his companions who were all around him with a well-prepared and excited face, and under the light of the fire, their hideous faces looked like devils from hell, and they looked terrifying.

And he looked confused, and soon received everyone's attention.

In response, a hint of struggle flashed across Bob's face, and he forcibly hardened his heart, picked up his weapons, and followed the large group.

Everyone is ready to take advantage of the sultry night and start a party.

Gold, women, is their reason to revel.

Slaughter, **, is their way of revelry.

Men, women, are the objects of their revelry.