"Chief, something happened!"

A young native, half-naked, with a deerskin robe and horn wrapped around his waist, and carrying a fir bow instead of a musket, hurried in through the door.

"What's going on?"

Looking at the clansmen who ran in in a panic, the leader didn't care about the presence of these guests, so he stood up and asked with a calm face.

"You... Why don't you see for yourself?"

Glancing at the guests in the longhouse, the young man was a little embarrassed, this time the situation was too weird.

"I'm sorry, guests! I've got something to take care of first, and we'll talk when I get back. ”

Saying that, Apsova had hurried out of the longhouse with the young man who had come to report the news, followed by the brown bear warrior named Uvacaza who was as strong as a mountain.

Although they couldn't understand the indigenous language, they knew that something unexpected must have happened when they saw the performance of these people.

"Mr. Director, why don't we go along and have a look?"

Necado, who has been dealing with this tribe for many years, is actually able to understand a part of the Yucatan language, especially the word "hunting party" in it, which makes him feel excited at once.

The fur trade did not require land encroachment and was one of the few businesses that allowed colonists and natives to coexist peacefully.

A large part of their fur business will fall on them, if there is a problem with the tribal hunting team, even if only a part of the problem occurs, it will inevitably affect the supply of fur, and then affect their own performance and company income!

Hearing Evan's proposal, Necardo didn't hesitate to lead Evan and them out as well.

Stomping.. Stompe...

They hurried all the way, following Nekado through the unaffected men on both sides who were still trading goods, until they reached the camp gate.

I also saw the returning hunting team, the "hunting team" with only two people returning.

Smell the familiar smell of blood.

Evan and Milan looked at each other, and at the same time felt that something was unusual.

"How did they come back, and when did they come back?"

Staring at the two clansmen who fell to the ground, the tribal leader Apsova had a gloomy face and asked the shirtless young man on the side in a low voice.

"Just now, both of them walked back on their own, and the few people who were on guard with me today saw it.

After the accident, there was no delay at all, and I will inform you as soon as possible.

From the time they came back on their own to the time they fell at the door, no one touched them. ”

The young man in charge of today's sentry is only the first to discover, and he knows not much more than others, and he has already poured everything he knows clean in three or two sentences.

Leaning closer, Evan carefully observed the two indigenous youths who had fallen to the ground, or rather, the two bodies that had been exhausted for a long time... Corpse.

Nothing else, but this paradoxical way of death is the first time Ivan has seen it.

His face was extremely pale, but he smiled with satisfaction as if he had given himself to God.

The bloody animal skin pants were still tied around his waist, but the clothes on his upper body, along with all the skin from the neck down, were gone!

It was certain that the two of them had indeed walked all the way back, and from here, they could faintly see the blood and footprints they had sprinkled on the ground in the forest.

But before they could walk back to the camp, their blood was almost dry...

And what sustained them to come back here?

"There's something under them?"

The natives who were watching were about to step forward, but they were grabbed by the lean leader.

"Don't touch it!"

Then the leader himself brought a long pole and carefully provoked the two to fall to the ground.

Hiss....

Hiss....

"Is it their own skin?!"

Amid a gasp, Evan also saw the corpses flip, revealing what they were pressing underneath their bodies.

It was the original skin on their respective bodies, bloody with yellowish fat and connective tissue, which made the "kind" including Aven feel extremely uncomfortable.

However, this kind of scene is extremely terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people.

But in the eyes of the old hunter, he could tell that this was a very skillful skinning technique, and after a few years, he could not master it at all with hundreds of prey.

And from the fact that they can still weirdly walk back on their own in this state, among the very experienced hunters here, it is obvious that it cannot be ruled out... The two dead themselves!

"There's still something!"

The leader picked open their skin with a wooden pole, and there was another thing wrapped inside.

They may not recognize Evan when he first arrives in the New World, but the people here, including Necador, are very familiar.

Because those are two skins that belong to a beaver!

How could they not recognize it?

Beaver skins were the most important part of the New World fur trade.

There is even a saying in the countries of the Old World: "Possession of a beaver fur is proof of a man's or a woman's status in high society!"

At one point, many royal families even issued edicts that beaver skins could only be used exclusively by the royal family.

Even now, in many countries, the beaver fur hat is still used as a sign of social status.

In addition, there was no such thing as an umbrella in the countries of the Old World.

A felt hat made of waterproof beaver skin is not easily deformed, and is not only a status symbol, but also serves as rain gear.

The social atmosphere has gradually taken shape, and now every upper-class person above the middle class is proud to own a beaver fur product.

And if you look closely, you will find that the two beaver skins wrapped in human skin are exactly the same in appearance, without even a trace of blood, which can be called the best flawless fur!

Even surrounded by such horrific scenes.

Among the natives in the crowd who had been dealing with furs all day, there were also people who could not help but exclaim:

"Ahh It's beautiful, it's so beautiful!"

"Yes, I've been dealing with beaver skins for 20 years, but I've never had such qualities. Is there a bunch of treasures in our hunting grounds?"

“......”

Even the director, who saw all this, resisted the fear of the bloody scene, took two steps forward slightly, and muttered in his mouth: "If you can make such a beaver fur into a gorgeous fur and present it to Her Majesty, even if it is not a dream to return to the country to become a senior member of the company, right?"

Not noticing the reaction of the people next to him, the attention of the two wizards, Milan and Aven, was already focused on the two "perfect" beaver skins.

"Aven, the tribal leader did the right thing.

Two beaver skins have a terrible curse on them! If you touch them directly, something bad will happen.

Perhaps this is the source of the strange deaths of these two natives. ”

Through the telepathic connection, Milan whispered his opinion to Aven.

Seeing the truth through the fog is Milan's specialty, and the moment he saw those two beaver skins, his [Spiritual Detection] and [Psychic Warning] had already given him very clear signals.

And he felt that the seemingly ordinary and even somewhat thin tribal leader might not be an ordinary person.

This way of dealing with "weirdness" can't be explained with caution alone, at least it should be an apprentice-level spellcaster who has opened up a spiritual vision or has similar abilities!

"Human skins and beaver skins, walking dead, is this a warning of some unknown existence?"

After the initial examination of the bodies of the two deceased, Apsova's face was solemn, and he had already guessed that there might be something wrong with the hunting grounds that produced such an important material as beaver skins.

Especially this strange turn of events... There seems to be some inexplicable familiarity.

Apsova, who has lived on this land for many years, vaguely recalls a strange legend that circulated among the hunters of Atlyan, and...

"There were five people who went to that hunting ground today, two of them are here, and what about the other three?

Maybe... They may not be dead yet.

Uvacaza, get ready, you come with me to Coldwater Bay. ”

The lean leader gave a command to the "brown bear warrior" beside him, and then turned to Necardo, who had come close by surprise, and said:

"Sorry friends, I can't entertain you. As you can see, I need to make sure the other people are safe.

I may have a rough idea of the root of the matter, and we will take care of the rest, and it should not affect our subsequent transactions. ”

But he had just finished speaking.

Necardo, who seems to be pampered, is unusual, and he is very resolute:

"For the sake of our friendship, I'm going with you! The escorts I've brought with me are all equipped with the most advanced weapons and should be able to help. ”

"Huh?"

Aiwen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he keenly noticed that the state of the director was not right, when did this kind of civilian administrator have such courage?

However, he did not object.

Because from these two "beaver skins", Ai Wen vaguely sensed the smell of a certain soul.

Although there may be some danger, his own spirituality does not have too strong warning, at least not as strongly as the reaction to the terrifying legends in the "Fox, Badger and Mead".

If you run away when you encounter strange things, your "psychic potion" and wizard advancement will really be far away.

What's more, having the tribal leader as a snake is much better than going deep into the interior to pursue those strange existences.

Hearing the director's volunteer, after only a little hesitation, Apsova agreed, of course, the more reinforcements, the better.

Only one word to his own people:

"No one is allowed to touch them until we come back. ”

Then he rushed out of the tribe with a colourful Atrian tambourine on his back and a white oak cane.

Behind the Chief.

The "Brown Bear Warrior" Uvacazza, the director Necado, and the three Aven, half of each of the natives, a total of ten people, and the Phaletis escort followed in turn.

It was 4:15 p.m. New World Time...