This guy can't be demon-possessed!

The little girl, Emma, was startled by the excited Baker, and she thought that this white skin was a little chattering.

It wasn't just the little girl Emma who thought so, but all the Mohicans in the tent were a little puzzled by his reaction.

Isn't it just a useless stone, why are you so excited to see such a broken thing? It's so strange that the white skin is strange, and it's a little weird and unreasonable.

Everyone secretly laughed at Baker in their hearts.

Baker ignored everyone's strange gazes, and all his attention was now on the 'dog's head gold' that Emma was holding.

Satan, there's not going to be a big gold mine near the Moxie dry colony, right?

Baker cried out in his heart.

In his opinion, if there is such a large gold mine as he guessed, it is okay to make him abandon God and believe in Satan.

Excited, Baker stood up and took three steps and two steps in front of the little girl, smiling with what he thought was kind.

"Please, can you show me this stone in your hand?" , the excited Baker can't even finish his words, which shows what kind of mood he is in now.

Not only Baker, but the two white guards who followed him into the tent also looked at Emma with wide eyes and a greedy look at him at this moment.

Only the Quite Sandoli who brought Baker to the Moxikan tribe didn't have much reaction, his mind was all on the 'mustard', and he was wondering if he should secretly make some deals with the Moxicans?

The taste of this 'mustard' is really good. After eating it once, I was hooked on this delicacy.

Of course, the green, clumsy bear-like costumes that the Mohicans are wearing now are also good. Even the iron weapons on their waists can be exchanged for some.

After all, these iron weapons are much better in quality than those of the 'white skins'.

Sandoli was an Indian, and had a good relationship with the 'whites'. But that's not to say he's an idiot and a fool, he still understands some issues.

This, this, real gold!

Emma threw the gold-encrusted stone into Baker's hand, then jumped away and hid beside her father.

The black bear reached out and gently stroked Emma's body, soothing her frightened daughter.

These damn 'white-skinned ghosts' are so rude, they should all be taken away by the devil, and they shouldn't exist in the world.

Seeing that his daughter was frightened, his little body trembled slightly, and the black bear looked at Baker with a hint of hideousness.

Baker didn't realize it at this time, he just held the gold-encrusted stone and kept looking through it, swallowing his saliva at the same time.

From Baker's face, the expression of greed was unobstructed.

"Beck, is this really gold?"

Two guards walked over from left to right, both hired by Baker.

There are many people like them in the immigration camps in the UK. The Thirty Years' War on the European continent continued, so many war-weary soldiers, as well as those who had gone bankrupt, came to the American continent.

Here, they can find their new life and hope.

However, they did not know anything but to fight, so serving as escorts for some merchants became a means for them to support their families.

Fortunately, the New World of America is full of dangers, which does not lead to people like them not having jobs.

"It's gold! I read that right, this is gold! ”

Baker nodded heavily, and replied with certainty. …,

"Boss, such nuggets will definitely not appear for no reason, maybe there is a gold mine nearby."

The guard on the left whispered to Baker.

Baker didn't know about this.

Think about it, there's a big gold mine nearby, and if he can take the area from these stupid Mohicans, find that gold mine, and mine it, it won't be long before he becomes a rich man himself.

When you have money, you can build your own fleet, form your own guard, and even ...... Be a nobleman.

"Sandory!" Cooling his fiery heart, Baker called out to his guide. Sandoli, who was talking to Atido in a low voice, stood up and came to Baker's side: "Mr. Baker, what's the matter?" ”

Sandoli was a little impatient, for he was discussing with Atido about the possibility of tribal trade, and the amount of furs to be exchanged for mustard and iron weapons.

Although no general idea was discussed, there was some hope in the end.

Originally, he wanted to work harder, but at this time, the damn 'white skin' called to himself, how could he be happy.

If it weren't for the fact that the 'whiteskins' could help him deal with the rival tribes, Sandoli wouldn't have had a good face for him.

"Can you help me ask where this stone was found? Are there many such stones? If I could, I would like to exchange iron and wine for this stone. ”

Beck, the greedy, bullied the Mohicans for not knowing gold and turning it into stone.

In his opinion, this thing was of no use to the indigenous Indians at all. Bartering them with iron products is already a great gift to them.

Sandor glanced at Baker with an idiot-like look, then translated Baker's meaning into Indian and asked the Mohicans.

As soon as Sandori's inquiring words fell, the Mohicans who were sitting nearby began to whisper to each other.

The expressions on their faces varied, but most of them were mocking, and they looked at Baker like idiots from time to time.

These damn 'redskinned' natives are looking at me like that. You idiots don't even know what it is and how much good it can do you.

I thought I was an idiot!

In my opinion, you are the great idiots, the biggest idiots in the world!

Baker, who deliberately pretended not to see the mocking looks of the Mohicans, had actually felt the gaze of the idiot.

It's just for the sake of gold, and those vicious curses of his can only be kept in the depths of his heart. And on his face, a faint smile must be maintained.

What an idiot this guy is, what's the deal with this shiny-looking thing? It's so funny how he could be so interested.

An old Mohican man whispered to his companion beside him.

Who knows, maybe the 'white skins' are all such fools, but it's also a good thing for us. Don't forget, this stone can't be eaten or used, and it would be nice if it could be exchanged for iron and some other things.

Although the iron weapons of these 'white skins' are very poor, far worse than the iron weapons of the 'black pupils', it is always good to be able to exchange some for them.

Atido's father, the old leader of the Moxigan tribe, listened to the discussion of his fellow clansmen around him, and his heart began to turn.

He admits that everyone is right. These stones really have no place for them forever, and if they can really be exchanged for the things that the 'white skin' says, it is still a very good deal for the Mohicans. …,

And his son, Atido, also gave him a fierce look at him at this time, and asked him to agree.

Only the black bear was silent, and he quietly stroked his daughter's back. The little girl, Emma, whispered in his ear what she was saying to her father.

The black bear listened to his daughter's whisper, and his face did not fluctuate.

"Father, Black Hitomi seems to be interested in this kind of stone as well. And he said that if he could, he would be willing to hire the men of our Mossi tribes to collect these stones, and he was willing to exchange mustard and cotton clothes and some iron utensils with those who collected them. ”

It turned out that the little girl Emma was conveying to her father what Zhao Hongyu had said to her earlier.

For the little girl, although this stone is of little use, if you can, it is more reassuring to trade with the little brother than with the 'white skin'.

At the very least, the 'fairness' of Zhao Hongyu's transaction is well known. And the black hearts of the whiteskins, the Mohicans are also very clear.

Besides, Zhao Hongyu is considered a 'member' of their Indian family, which is always more intimate than the 'white skins' who float to land from the sea.

One is 'his own person' and the other is an outsider...... It's a question of everyone making a biased choice.

"Father, the whiteskins have black hearts, and we must be careful not to be fooled when making deals with them. Compared to these whiteskins, the black pupil brother is more fair and convincing, so let's not trade with the whiteskins. ”

The little girl had been outside the camp of the British, because a hare had been wounded by a white man. And the explanation given by those white people was actually accidentally 'injured'.

And the injured little girl, if it weren't for Zhao Hongyu, she would have died due to complications caused by inflammation of the wound.

Therefore, the little girl is emotionally close to her life-saving benefactor. And for those bad 'white skins', it goes without saying how bad they are.

After listening to his daughter's words, the black bear raised his eyelids and glanced at the 'stone' in Baker's hand.

He then whispered to Emma, "You're right, compared to these whiteskins, Black Hitomi is a trustworthy and fair person. Then he patted his palm on the top of Emma's head and motioned for her to be quiet, and the black bear stood up and stooped down at the old leader's side.

With the whisper of the black bear, the old leader couldn't help but bow slightly.

The surrounding Mohican elders also stopped talking and looked at the black bear and the old leader.