For these Sioux people who came from afar, everything in White Rock City was new.

The steel mill at the foot of the hill now has only one banner;

The milling workshop next to it only dug a large pit in the ground;

The 'newspapers' printed by the printing press upstairs were littered with greasy soot – none of which could be called 'words';

The canoe docked in the Yellowstone River was overturned by the torrential rain and buckled on the water;

The students in the classroom were reading at night under bright torches, and a little guy named Andre told them clearly that it was their 'self-study'!

……

The chiefs are well-informed, and naturally they can find many shortcomings and loopholes in these many new things.

But after reading more, I feel that these shortcomings and loopholes are nothing.

That's right, the new gadgets all over the place look like they're all in shambles.

But so what?

What the Indians need to solve now is the question of 'have-not', not the question of 'good or bad'.

They had never seen such a wild and sparse scene in any Indian place.

It looks like it's almost like a white man's world!

That's right, it's all rudimentary and coarse.

But it's their own!

Ikaruga took them on a tour of the White Rock Castle inside and out. Everyone went from gossiping at the beginning to being dumbfounded and speechless.

Only Oglala, laughing quietly from time to time.

No one blames him.

Everyone knows that even though Red Cloud has a lot of stinky problems, it is Oglala's own son. Now that I have seen my own son and finally done something to increase his face, what is there to dissatisfaction with this bad old man?

Just like the White Rock City in front of you, broken is broken, rotten is rotten, but this is everyone's own son!

……

The climax of the story takes place in the second half of the night.

After visiting White Rock City, the people who were still unsatisfied were already a little tired.

After all, everyone came from afar, and the turtledove was stingy and didn't care.

Back in the hall, people were already dozing off. The occasional thunder outside the house was not even as loud as their snoring.

At this moment, a golden waterfall poured down from the second floor under the light of the fiery red candlestick.

Rustle rustle......

Behind the railing on the second floor, two choir children, dressed in snow-white gowns, carried a golden barrel together and slowly tilted downward.

The golden gravel fell like a waterfall.

Some splattered onto the table.

A guy in a red hat stretched out his fingers and twisted a grain of sand that had splattered in front of him, handed it to his eyes, and watched back and forth.

His face became wonderful—his body leaned forward involuntarily with his cracked lips, and at last he stood up, jumped on the table, crossed the turtledove, and rushed towards the golden waterfall!

"What is this?"

"Oh my God! Oh my God! ”

"Yes, yes, that's it! Oh, I feel like I'm about to go to heaven! ”

"I want more! Still! ”

At first, only the red hat was howling in frenzy, and then, as if crazy, everyone squeezed towards the golden waterfall.

Everyone caught a handful of golden sand!

This magical thing once drove a man named Christopher Columbus across the ocean to come here, and seduced thousands of Portuguese, Spaniards, and Dutch people here.

For the sake of this monster, fathers, sons and brothers can draw swords against each other, wives and children can ignore it, the family and country are as loyal as shoes, and faith and morality are just a gilded joke!

What's more, in this era of poverty and withering, all the Sioux people on the Great Plains, except for harvesting what grows naturally on the grassland, are basically about to lose their ability to make blood.

At this time, the golden sand falling from the sky instantly ignited the desire in their hearts.

Oglala stared at the turtledove tightly, her hands in her sleeves.

The cow sat straight in place, his wrist casually pressed against the scabbard at his waist.

The little crow took a few steps back and stood in the crowd he had brought.

Little Red Riding Hood looked like a madman, threw the golden sand in his hand into the air, and shouted at the two choir children on the railing on the second floor: "Fall! Fall on! Pour it again! ”

All of a sudden, in the lobby, all living beings were in a variety of ways, and gods and demons were dancing.

The turtledove had quietly stepped back from the table, and now it was not the stage for him to perform.

The so-called human nature, after experiencing the surprise of the first half of the night, can no longer withstand this further temptation.

The black flag on Mount Braque attracted the attention of all the Indians of the Great Plains;

But what really made these people decide to come here was not the inspiration of Victorio's soul, but the news of the victory of the waterwheel!

Derek Bruce's head isn't meant to provoke their hatred – to be honest, their hatred is deep enough that there is no need for any additional provocation, just to make them think things like 'I can do it'!

The unopened ironworks, printing houses, and the 'guns' that still exist on paper in White Rock City are not meant to tell them how powerful the Ikaruga tribe is, but to tell them how powerful they will be in the future!

As for the pouring golden sand in front of you-

It's just to put another layer of velvet on the bottom of their already burning hearts.

Mars, hasn't sputtered yet?

……

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and sparks flew everywhere!

Holding his revolver high, the turtledove stepped on the ladder that the peso had improvised for him, and walked step by step to the table.

What he was about to say next would put an end to a mystery that had been around for 400 years!

The magnificent Age of Discovery will come to an end once and for all after his gunshot.

Everyone looked at him.

With a gun in one hand and a thumb-thick cigar in the other, he lit the blazing candlestick that hung from the ceiling, and when he lit it, a thick puff of smoke came out of his mouth.

"Do you want to know where all this gold comes from?" Turtledove asked.

In the smoke, everyone turned their heads involuntarily as he slowly walked with his steps.

The voice of the turtledove, with the hoarse voice of the devil, solved the mystery for them:

"The great Quetzalcoatl, out of compassion for the suffering of his people, has sprinkled down this strange stone that heals all the suffering of the world down the Rocky Mountains—"

A huge map hangs from the railing on the second floor.

"He sprinkled them in Samput, Oregon, in Sacramento, in Upper California, in Upper Bear Valley, in Blak Hills, in Denver, Colorado—"

In the midst of the raging fire, all the places mentioned by the turtledove seemed to bloom with golden light at once.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the huge black-and-white map, and no one spoke, but their heavy panting voices, mixed together like muffled thunder.

Somehow, a small flame fell onto the map, and the yellow flame slowly spread from the bottom of the map upwards.

Finally, a huge map turned into flying ashes, fluttering and disappearing in the fierce wind that swept in from outside the door.

Only the voice of the turtledove still echoed in the silent hall.

"Quetzalcoatl put the infinite gold right there!"

"Do you want it?"

"Then go find it!"

"Whoever finds it is theirs!"