The two of them entered Korhoti's cabin, which was neatly tidy, except for a lot of miscellaneous supplies.

Andy noticed that many of them were complex mechanical devices.

Colhoti pulled some food out of the storage area, and Andy looked at the orange fist-sized food, which felt like some kind of pastry.

In addition to those, Corhoti also brought out some sliced cured beef and two bottles of beer.

Andy took a sip, and it was indeed beer, not something else in a beer bottle.

"Do you still make wine?"

Colhoti shook his head.

"No, we don't have enough food to produce enough to make wine.... But wine is a good thing, and I got hooked on it the first time I drank it, but unfortunately we could only buy it from merchants who had only come once in a long time. ”

Colhoti held up the bottle to signal Andy, and then made the two of them touch the bottle three times in the shape of a cross in Andy's somewhat confused eyes.

"It's a little courtesy of ours, it's usually used to welcome friends, and we're friends now, right?"

Andy reached out and grabbed an orange-yellow pastry to eat, it tasted weird, it felt like a mixture of corn and some kind of fruit, and given the strange things that were all over the wasteland, he couldn't even eat the exact recipe.

"Oh, of course, Korhoti, thank you for taking me in, otherwise I would have nowhere else to go today, and you wouldn't look like you have a hotel here."

Colhoti took two sips of wine, his face flushed a little, and his mouth became more talkative.

"Ah, the hotel? Are you talking about an empty house for outsiders to live in? Actually, there are, but they are all next to the leader's house, which is only for distinguished guests from outside..... Hawkers, don't say you haven't been qualified to live in it, and now it's already inhabited. ”

Andy replied casually, still thinking about slavery.

Colhoti saw that Andy was not in his mind and guessed why.

"You're looking for Dominica, aren't you? He's a bit silent and old-fashioned, but he's a nice guy .... Is there something you can't figure out? ”

Andy looked up at Korhoti, he really needed someone to discuss it, and the young man in front of him who had nothing to do with the slave trade in Blackfoot Village might be a good object.

"Is slavery necessary for Blackfoot Village?"

Colhoti smiled and grabbed a few pieces of beef to eat.

"If you want me to say, of course it's unnecessary.... Of all the surrounding tribes, there was no slave trade as large as Blackfoot, and I knew that the tribes in the north and east hated and even hated us, after all, Blackfoot not only kept slaves but also hunted often. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Andy and asked.

"Where are you from, Andy, judging by your dress and accent, you're definitely not a tribesman like us... I'm guessing you're either from the south, or you're from the west, right? ”

Andy nodded, and both of the other party's speculations were true, he was first a prisoner of the NCR and later a member of Crosstown.

"May I ask? What does hunting in your mouth mean? ”

Korhoti was already a little dazed and grinned.

"Hunting is hunting, don't you know? ..... Oh, you probably didn't know..... Well..... Hunting is... It's just that we have a few hunting teams in Blackfoot Village, and they will.... Will go out in full gear on a regular basis .... Well.... Attack the weak and hostile men they encounter, kill those who resist among them, take their belongings, and take the captives back as slaves....."

Andy frowned.

"Would you do the same with the caravan?"

Corhoti nodded.

"If you don't know."

Andy thought to himself, isn't this the same as a marauder? It's just a bandit village.

"Why are you doing that? I think it's enough for you to develop peacefully, right? ”

Colhoti was almost on the table, and he was just sitting there amusement.

"Peace? Where is peace? Peace is weakness..... Only the weak, unenterprising tribes will be at peace .... Forehead.... Those small tribes, hiding in some corners... They really have nothing, and if they are found to be in the path into it, they may perish.... Do you know Andy, it's more important to be able to punch a coyote in the eye than to block the coyote's bite in your mouth.... It's better than anything else, peace... Fighting is peace. ”

Andy was once again dumbfounded by a native speaker, and he once again found that the other party's simple and straightforward philosophy of simplicity simply beat his own values.

He looked at the spears and broadswords hanging on the walls beside him, the belief in battle here seemed to be engraved in his bones, this is the soul of culture, not because of the superficial selfish desires of those marauders or the pursuit of chaos, this is just a summary of the rules of the world in their slow survival.

However, this is not directly related to the issue that concerns him most.

"Corhoti, I agree with your belief in combat, but it is not directly related to slavery, and even without slavery, you can still live a strong and beautiful life, can you? You should know that a bad reputation has brought you prestige and limited your development, and that you could have not given up slavery when you could have gained all kinds of living standards through trade? ”

“..... This question. ”

Corhoti looked up at the door, the night sky outside was full of bright stars, echoing the light of the fire.

"Actually, I've thought about this, Andy, I'm in ordinary trade.... I've learned from the few businessmen who dare to trade with us how rich and powerful the people out there are, and I know we're probably in your eyes.... It's not very good, but things have to be done step by step, like building a house with a foundation first, like peeling the skin before eating a lizard.... The ordinary trade we do does not bring us as much as the slave trade... Not at all. Our chieftain was also not in favor of increasing efforts to develop the general trade, in fact, she was in favor of the slave trade. This creates a vicious circle, and after a long time, no merchant dares to come except for those who sell pigs and mules."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and lay down on the table.

Andy patted him and forcibly pulled him up.

"Hey, hey, don't sleep, don't sleep yet, what's the call of a pig seller and a mule seller? Also, I've heard that your chieftain Kurisu was once a slave, so why would she support her? ”

Colhoti barely opened his eyelids and let out a mosquito-like sound in reply.

"Hmm.... Selling pigs... It's the sale of female slaves and children.... Selling mules .... He who sells strong slaves... Well... I don't know what Chief Kurisu thinks, and I don't live in the Leader's House.... ZZZZ”

Snoring sounded, and Andy sat alone in the cabin, arms crossed.

There was a gradual silence around them.