"What about this..."

Andy was unexpected.

"Although I have some experience with guns, I don't know how to get Blackfoot to have more guns in batches.... I thought, why don't you go and ask for the help of those merchants? ”

There was some disappointment on Craig's face.

"Or because of our reputation, not too many merchants dare to come to us, and even fewer of them are not slave traders.... Besides, even if they come, we can't afford to buy them with a lot of money, I think... Do you know how to make and produce guns Andy? ”

Andy chuckled in his heart, one of the book information that the Pip-Boy entered into him in the middle of the night a few days ago really talked about how to produce guns, so he knew something, but if Blackfoot really knew how to produce guns, then I am afraid the consequences would be unimaginable. A group of natives with broadswords and spears as their main weapons have become a scourge that shocks all directions, and if this progresses into armed armed gangs, will this land never be peaceful?

So he thought he could fool the past.

"Ahh Well, even if I do understand a little bit, Blackfoot doesn't have the minerals to produce guns, and there is no formed processing system, so it's pointless to just have a theory..."

Craig grabbed a piece of beef and swallowed it in one gulp, a narrow smile on his face.

"You just don't understand Andy, we don't really lack anything."

He pointed to the east of the village.

"Just in the hills east of Blackfoot Village, we set up a forge in a cave there.... It's Galen who runs there, and look at the weapons we have. ”

Craig pulled out his saber and placed it on the table, and took a spear from the guard next to him.

"These good weapons were all made in that forge cavern, and we've tried for ourselves countless times how good they are, and guess where they are made from? We usually go around collecting those metals and then send all the metals into the forge to be smelted.... Swords are made of iron, and spears are made of iron, so what do we lack? ”

The swarthy machete on the table glowed dimly, and its sharpness seemed to be able to cut through the air, looking at the blood groove on it, Andy knew that this weapon must have killed many of Craig's enemies, and the craftsman who could create this weapon could indeed make a simple gun....

"This...."

Andy hesitated, he didn't know what the consequences would be if he helped Blackfoot.

Seeing this, Craig didn't press more, just put away those weapons and calmly gave his price.

"If you can bring firearms to Blackfoot, I promise you that I will support you accordingly.... I am the leader of the hunting team of the Blackfoot tribe, and you will realize the weight of this identity in the future, and I can give you a lot of convenience when the time comes...."

Andy hesitated, but at that moment, he saw a strangely dressed woman approaching.

The woman was dressed in a strange costume with many symbolic elements, some of which appeared to be Ouroboros. Her face was painted with some blue paint of unknown composition, and her hair was tied into small braids one by one.... The structure of this braid is very complex, and in some of Andy's broken memories, he seems to think that this braid is called dirty braid.

She was also accompanied by a few black-footed guards, and from this treatment and the awe-inspiring and even fearful eyes of others, it could be judged that this woman was also a person with a high status in the black-footed tribe, and even a little weird.

Andy didn't think that this woman was the chief of the Kuresu he had heard of, because the woman's dress and decoration style was too far from that of the Blackfoot tribe, and the person looked more like he was in some special position related to mysteries.

Craig's expression changed almost instantly, his eyes flashing with jealousy, disgust, and even hatred, only to turn into superficial reverence like everyone else.

He stood up and bowed to the woman who had come as he came, and it was a very large salute.

Andy wondered again, Craig was the real power of Blackfoot, who else deserved him to be so formal besides the chief?

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Merlin."

Craig humbly greeted the unidentified woman.

But the woman known as Merlin did not give a good face, and her expression was very ugly, almost as if she was disgusted with everything around her.

"Ahh When I heard that something had happened in the field, I immediately prayed to Ms. Hecate that Blackfoot would be able to get rid of the disaster as soon as possible... Today things went very well, thanks to the protection of Lady Hecate. ”

Andy grinned when he heard this, I didn't see your god stick come out until the end of the matter, and now that the problem has been solved, you ran out and said that everything was because of your prayers and the protection of that Hecate to make things go so smoothly, isn't this a little too disgusting?

But the surrounding natives seemed to have no objection to this, and some even began to bow down to Merlin.

The expression on Craig's face was a little distorted, but he didn't say anything else.

"Ahh Of course, of course, I felt that they were so fragile when I expelled them, and it turned out to be your efforts Lord Merlin... I'm sure the Chief will be even more kind to you when he learns about this, and all of this is due to you. ”

Merlin looked at Craig and nodded wordlessly after a moment.

But then she suddenly sneezed.

In the light of the fire, Merlin's face distorted, making Andy feel visceral discomfort.

"It's not my credit, it's the credit of Lady Hecate, you can't forget.... Whoever forgets will be punished by her. ”

Merlin's whole body began to tremble strangely, and he muttered a few inexplicable words casually, then covered his mouth and nose and turned around and quickly left here.

Craig watched Merlin leave with a somewhat obscure look on his face, and he walked back to the table and grabbed the bottle with one hand and was silent, his brow almost becoming a Sichuan character.

Andy looked left and right and asked, "Who's that?" ”

Craig took a deep breath and returned to his usual expression.

"That's Merlin, the shaman of our Blackfoot Village, and she's also our apothecary."

Andy recalls the strange ornaments on the woman's body and the pompous face, and thinks that it is indeed a magic stick.

"I think she dresses very differently from you, why is that?"

Craig chuckled.

"Quite simply, she's not a Blackfoot at all, she's a daughter of Hecate...."

It's the first time Andy has heard of this term.

"Who is Hecate?"

Craig shook his head and refused to continue the discussion with Andy.

"I don't want to talk about it here.... If you want to know, find out for yourself. ”