After wandering around Ouroboros Village for a while, Andy followed the flow of the crowd and gradually approached the small square that Merlin had mentioned earlier, and when he entered it, he realized that it was actually the settlement's foreign trade place.

All kinds of natives rub shoulders here, because these guys often have bad personalities and language barriers, it is inevitable that there will be some friction and contradictions.

Right now, two natives were fighting in the crowd.

"Wow, ahhhh The native, whose nose was bleeding, rode on the body of another man like an angry beast and beat him so hard that he was knocked to the ground without a few punches, and in turn he was pinned to the ground by the other party, and his mouth was crooked.

Before the crowd could riot, Hecate's hounds were quickly in position, armed men composed entirely of men, well-dressed in armor and weapons, and tattooed with terrible black vipers.

Not only do they objectively have strong combat effectiveness, but because of the religious dominance of Ouroboros Village, the presence of these people is enough to make the natives fearful.

Their solution was simple: beat them all up until they fell motionless on the ground or wept bitterly and begged for mercy.

Subsequently, the two troublemakers were dragged away like two dead dogs, and what awaited them probably would not be a good ending.

A Hekat Hound yelled at the crowd, and the people stopped watching and moved on to what they had done before.

The tall Andy stood in the crowd, and the natives around him stayed away out of vigilance. But not without boldness.

A dark-skinned, half-grown native child had been following him for some time. Andy didn't bother to bother with him, but he saw a small stall selling weapons not far away, and several gun-wielding Hecate Hound guards were standing next to it to prevent the appearance of daring robbers.

As he approached, there were a lot of eyes staring at him, after all, his painting style was wrong. Just in front of him, a native walked to the front of the stall and muttered a few words, but unexpectedly, the eyes of several guards instantly became gloomy, and they showed an expression of disgust almost undisguisedly, and then suddenly punched the native and fell to the ground, and before he could stand up, he was shot head-on.

The native convulsed a few times and lay on the ground and died, blood dripping. One person walked over and dragged the body away, and the people around him scattered far away.

Andy watched for a while, then walked over to himself.

"Hey!" The Hekate Hound next to him stopped him.

"Grunt," he said, uttering a string of words he didn't understand. Andy shook his head, signaling that he didn't understand.

The Hekate Hound glanced at his companion and began to speak in the lingua franca.

"What are you doing here?" Andy gestured to the stall.

"Buying something." The two Hekate hounds looked at each other a few more times, and actually raised their chins to signal Andy to enter.

Andy felt a little strange that the people of Ouroboros Village seemed to treat the natives differently from people like himself, they were quite rough and cruel to the natives, but they were not the same to themselves.

The shop was in a rusty trailer with cabinets and boxes, and the stocky owner sat on a fur blanket to maintain his pistol, looking completely nonchalantic.

He heard the voice and glanced up at Andy, stared for a moment before opening his mouth.

"You're from the west?" Andy nodded, walked over to a box and picked up a box of bullets and looked at it, just what he needed.

"Yes, don't you welcome people from the west?" The stocky boss smiled, the serpentine tattoos on his face twisted.

"How could it be.... It's not an extra favorite, but it's still much better than the stupid natives, you know? If it had been a filthy native, I would have shot this daring fellow at once; If a filthy native, I would refuse to do business with you and scold him; If it were a bunch of filthy natives walking in, I would consider doing business with them, but I would still want to kill them all. Andy put down the bullet box and looked at the shopkeeper with some incomprehension.

"Why is that? Why do you hate the tribesmen so much? The shopkeeper scoffed.

"Since you're from the west, you don't understand? How backward and primitive those natives are, do you still need me to say? How are they different from brutes? What a gift and mercy it is for Lady Hecate to allow them to come here to trade and even to send the daughter of Hecate to their wretched cattle shack, and they should be willing to give their all when they kneel down in front of Lady Hecate's idol for generations, but in reality these fellows will always choose to be ungrateful, and deserve to be so humble forever! Andy was shocked by the other party's strong malice towards the Buraku, and now it seems that in my eyes there is no difference between you and those natives.

"But don't think that I like you better if you're not a native, you guys from the west are also very annoying, don't think we don't know, what you want is to occupy the land little by little, turn this place into an area under your control, and then remove all the valuable things here, and you don't have any respect for Lady Hekate in your hearts." Humpty Dumpty slams his pistol on the counter.

"If you dare to show the slightest disrespect to Lady Hekate, I'll do it at once!" Andy looked at the puppy boss in front of him silently, feeling incomprehensible about their unexplained hatred of the Buraku people and their cult-like belief in Hekate, which he guessed was probably inseparable from Hekate's own influence.

But it doesn't matter either.

"I just want some bullets, .44 and .308, 500 rounds each." Humpty Dumpty Boss stretched out one hand and lifted it.

Andy tossed him a bag of bottle caps, which Humpty Dumpty counted a few times before tossing it aside.

"Not enough." Andy frowned.

"I've got enough for you, don't think I don't know the price." Humpty Dumpty looked at him and smiled, holding up a finger and shaking it.

"I don't know where the price you know comes from, but if you stand here, you can only accept the price here. I have made it clear to you that these scrap metals, which are treasured by you people to the west, are of little value here. Andy stared at him for a moment, then slowly began to take out a bottle of clean water.

Humpty Dumpty unscrews the cap of the bottle and tastes it, pushing a few boxes of bullets to Andy.

"Take it." Andy walked out of the trailer shop with the bullets, filling them with pythons and rhinoceros as he went, and the guy who had been following him sneaked up on him again sneakily appeared not far behind him, his eyes looking directly at the two large pieces of iron around Andy's waist.

As he continued to wander around the thriving market, he noticed several peculiar shops, a place that seemed to be a slave trade, with men and women in chains kneeling on a high platform with prices on their backs.

The crowd of onlookers was looking at the few bound people and pointing, as if to discuss whether the price was affordable or not.

Andy stood on the periphery of the crowd and swept around with his height advantage, in addition to a few gray-faced natives, there were also a few white and innocent NcR people who also knelt there and became goods for sale.

He frowned slightly, as a person who grew up in NcR, he received an education against slavery since he was a child, and he was naturally disgusted by the slave trade, not to mention that the people who sold here were actually his own fellow villagers.

Ouroboros Village controls a large number of tribes, most of which have a tradition of keeping and hunting slaves, and for various reasons, people who pass by their tribe have a high probability of being knocked unconscious and become slaves, and if they think that the number of people has reached the limit of what the tribe can carry, they will sell these slaves under their control or give them away as tribute gifts.

In this way, along with the chaos of the NcR situation, it is normal for many people who were left behind here after the NcR eastward movement to be captured.

What to do now.... As he stood there thinking, a hand slowly reached for Andy's waist.

In the next second, that hand was grabbed tightly. The half-grown native child who was caught red-handed in stealing screamed on the spot, yelling around, punching and kicking in an attempt to break free from Andy's grasp, but the person in front of him was motionless like a statue, only the hand that grabbed him was tightening like an iron tong.

The pain was excruciating, and he opened his mouth and bit down on Andy.