Colhoti and a group of young men join Andy and the others in a renovated wooden hut to drink, and what was once a treasure and a sneaky drink at Blackfoot has become commonplace.

"Hahaha, how could we have thought that life would be like this before?" The man in front of him was almost unrecognizable to Andy, the small trader who had opened a small shop in Blackfoot Village now seemed to have become a full-fledged businessman, and he no longer even wore the traditional tribal leather coats of Blackfoot, but wore a decent suit.

"Blackfoot is so good now, we don't have to worry about other tribes coming to attack us, and they won't be looking at us bitterly when we go out to other tribes. Merchants from the west are constantly bringing all kinds of good things, good food, good use and fun, God, now think about it, what kind of life we used to live! ”

"A toast to you, and a toast to the great Chief of Kuresu!" Colhoti drank the wine from his glass.

Andy drank glass after glass with them, Siris seemed to quickly get acquainted with some of them, and Bridge and Alidean sat in the corner with some embarrassment.

"What about the others? What are those dull elders doing? Hearing this, Colhoti and the other young people burst into laughter.

"Before, they beat their chests one by one as if they were going to kill themselves, but later, they played better than us, and some people are now soaking in the house all day long playing cards with others, haha." They shared the food, and Corhoti took Andy a bottle cap, promising to bring him the best meat and drinks at the lowest price.

Now that he is in charge of the entire Blackfoot trade, he often needs to travel to various places to negotiate prices and dredge up relations, so he involuntarily begins to change his appearance in contact with the outside world.

This is a trend among the young black-footed people, who are attracted to the beautiful clothing of the westerners, and are no longer willing to continue to wear the traditional tribal costumes that look brave but rustic.

The laughter continued until late at night, until everyone had dispersed, but Andy had no intention of resting for the time being.

He had a lot of worries in his heart, Corhoti and the others seemed to be very glamorous, but some people were not, and he wanted to look for those people to see what kind of change the Blackfoot had done.

............................... The next day, Siris went to Blackfoot's gun shop with a black-footed boy, and he returned the rhinoceros that Andy had lent him, and the beautiful matching gun had been handed over by Andy to Dan Day in Ouroboros Village, although Siris was once very angry about it, but after saving the slaves with Andy, he no longer cared about this little thing.

Now he needed to buy a new gun, and the long and short guns produced by the black feet looked ordinary at first glance, but on closer inspection, he found that they were solidly made, quite durable and reliable, and he quickly picked on them.

Bridge and Alidean claimed that they wanted to visit the rest of the village to document the situation of this unique tribe, and since that incident, the Followers of the Apocalypse had stopped sending people to the Blackfoot Tribe, and this was a rare opportunity for them to investigate.

Andy wanders around Blackfoot Village alone, which looks much better than before, with most of the crumbling pre-war resort cabins being properly restored, and some beautiful decorations inside and out, such as the humble black vertical bar finish, which has been replaced by decorative artwork painted in a variety of patterns using delicate black paint.

There is a random pile of garbage in some places, which was almost impossible before, and the garbage will be properly disposed of.

He passed by a noisy tavern full of tables of all kinds, in which the black-footed people were drunk, and they made all sorts of shrill and piercing noises as if endlessly.

There was a fight between drunk drunks after a few words, and everyone laughed and watched at them, punching me and punching, and finally it was the guards who were responsible for maintaining order who arrived to quell the incident.

The guard, who had a round belly, walked in with a look of disgust, fanning the air in an attempt to dispel the foul smell of smoke and alcohol from the room.

Under his shouting and the blow of the club, the two immediately came to their senses, and obediently handed over some bottle caps under the threat of the other party.

Andy looked outside the door twice and didn't want to look at it again, he had seen too many of them, whether it was the faces that had become numb from the alcohol or the mountains of bottles outside the tavern and the piles of vomit in the corners...... These things were not originally present in Blackfoot.

A decadent man leaning against the corner with a wine bottle suddenly looked up at Andy, and then immediately shouted.

"Hey! You! ...... You ......." he stammered, as if he had forgotten what he was meant to say.

Andy glanced at him, didn't think he knew him, and was about to turn away.

"Wait! You.... You outsider! Do you see that? Do you see what has become of Blackfoot?! He yelled a little hysterically, and that's when Andy suddenly realized who this man was.

"Dominica? How did you become like this? Andy looked in amazement at the decadent man who had clearly become a heavy addict after drinking too much, his hair sticking together and covered with dust, and his beard covering half of his face, obviously untrimmed for a long time.

His clothes were tattered and dirty, emitting a foul stench, and he was still holding a bottle of wine in his hand.

"You..... You've ruined everything! Dominic looked very angry, and he staggered to his feet to attack the bottle in his hand, but as soon as he stood up, he sat back on the ground, and the bottle shattered on the ground.

The guard, who had just solved a small problem, walked out of the tavern with a big belly and weighed the bottle cap in his hand, attracted by the sound of the bottle breaking, and he first greeted Andy familiarly, it turned out that this person was one of the guards who guarded the door at the beginning, and Andy spent a lot of time teaching them how to entertain.

The guards looked at Dominic, cowering in a corner and drowsy, with a look of disdain.

"Oh, old fellow, let yourself fall. If he hadn't known people before, he would have been put in prison to sober up, where he could spend his energy in the vegetable patch or in the livestock shed, which is definitely a hundred times better than the current state like a lump of rancid garbage! ”

"Prison?" Andy asked suspiciously. The guard pointed to a building in the distance.

"That's it, the place where slaves used to be held, now there are no slaves to be held, so it's changed to a prison." Andy looked over, it was the place where Dominica used to be in charge, and it was originally a supermarket in a pre-war resort.

At that time, the windows and doors of the building were tightly blocked with various table panels and door panels, and the slaves inside were usually restrained by various chain handcuffs, whether it was rusty police handcuffs or bicycle locks that I didn't know where to find.

At that time, the children of Blackfoot Village were never allowed to come near it, so that they would not do something wrong or be harmed by desperate slaves.

But now it's a prison. Dominic, who was delirious, seemed to hear something and came to his senses again.

"What? That's my place! What did you do with it? Yes? The guard tugged at the baggy waistband and spat at Dominic.

"What's your place, that's everyone's place! You idiot. Andy looked at Dominic, who seemed to be dying, and still couldn't believe that he had changed so much in such a short period of time.

"That's how he drank after that, and then he became the way he is now?" The guards pinched their noses and didn't want to talk more.

"Let's go and talk." The two of them moved away from the stinking Dominic, turned to a corner, and as soon as they entered, they saw a scrawny guy sucking something with a face full of intoxication.

The thing was in a small red plastic bottle, with a white square section underneath, and there seemed to be a switch to control the gas coming out of the red bottle.

"Hey! You bastard, get out of here! The guards chased the startled skinny man away, and Andy could see that what he was using was the most popular in the wasteland

"Medicine", that's Jet, is essentially a gas made from the dung of a two-headed cow.

It's cheap, it's strong, it's easy to make, and you can't forget it. The guard muttered, turning to complain to Andy.

"There's a lot of this nonsense to the west, and Chief Kurisu has ordered a ban on the use of contraband, and we've taken a lot of people and sent them to jail to get rid of them, but guys like that continue to mess around no matter how long they've been locked up and come out. Dominic had those things before, and now he has no money, so he can only drink the leftover wine outside the tavern every day, you see him like that, I don't think he will live next year. Andy had mixed feelings.

The guards chatted with him a few more words, and there were many people in the village who were already decadent and indulged in those simple pleasures all day long, and the other was about Galen, the chief craftsman of Blackfoot Village.

"The old craftsman Galen is dead."

"How did you die?"

"Drinking to death, his way of drinking is not only to drink wine as water, but to support himself to death. Especially after Chagas basically took over his job, he didn't do anything all day except drinking. It has long been said that sooner or later he will die on the bottle, and the results confirm this. ”

"Didn't Kurisu do anything to suppress this?"

"What else can she, Chief? Let the Blackfoot go back to what it used to be? Speaking of which, I didn't have any fat on me at the time, but you go and ask who wants to go back? If she asks everyone to stop drinking, I really don't know what might happen in the village.... You see, some of the people who have had enough to eat and have nothing to do have recently started talking about whether Chagas is the rightful heir to the Blackfoot Chieftain. ”................. After spending three days in the village, Andy originally wanted to meet with Kurisu, but then he gave up the idea when he heard that Kurisu had recruited several new male guards with very obvious physical characteristics, and none of them had been seen outside recently.

The tonic ointment has been smoothly circulated through the caravanserais, and the spread of the new plague has been contained, and it is believed that it will not be long before the daughter of Hekate spreads the special herbs, and the new plague will no longer be a problem for Blackfoot.

Loaded with a large shipment of food and liquor that Korhoti had half sold and half delivered, Siris had a new gun, and the Bridgers looked to have made a difference, and the Atomic Humvee continued to drive southwest with the four of them, targeting the largest urban settlements in the region.

Hoover Dam.