The Falcon's son was quickly chased away by the security guards, and although he was extremely angry, how could he alone defeat several security guards with big shoulders and round waists?

The security guard lifted him up and threw him aside, and the Son of the Falcon lay on the ground in disarray, clutching the Indian flute that his grandfather had left him.

It is an ancient musical instrument, made of cedar wood, with a soft and gentle tone, able to blend in very harmoniously with nature, and was often used by the Indians to communicate with the gods.

Fang Xiu glanced at the flute, and then followed the staff of the Indian Affairs Department to get in the car and go to the hotel, and when they arrived at the hotel, it was naturally a luxury enjoyment.

These Indians not only embezzled public funds, but also often took into account the interests and demands of the whites when they demanded the development of reserve resources, ignoring the interests of the Indians, so as to seek their own benefits.

This often requires the help of other organizations, and Fang Xiu's Aboriginal Conservation Society is their old partner, so everyone talks about this kind of thing at the dinner table.

How to turn the money from the Agency's account into one's own, how to develop Indian reservations in conjunction with other enterprises, and then how to divide the profits.

Upa is very good at these, he almost doesn't need Fang Xiu to speak, he handles these properly, and among the interests owned by the association, most of them belong to a few directors, and he can only drink soup with them.

Still, his life was much better than that of the Indians who still lived on the reservation, and he now married a white wife, planning to let his children forget about their Indian descent and live like ordinary white people.

Because he knew very well that there was no future in this country as an Indian, even if it was a chieftain who owned a large tract of land.

At the end of the meal, Alikara, an Indian clerk of the Affairs Department, gave Fang Xiu a special gift.

"Did you know? We Indians have a special custom of entertaining guests with young maidens from the tribe. With that, he beckoned to two young girls dressed in traditional Indian costumes.

These two girls are dressed a bit like the heroines in "Predator: Prey", but their appearance is several notches higher, and Alikara was still a little reluctant when she called them to come.

It is estimated that if it were not for a distinguished guest like the director of the Aboriginal Protection Association, he would definitely not send it out.

"My biggest flaw is that I don't know how to refuse other people's kindness!" Fang Xiu observed it, felt satisfied and accepted it, he really hadn't tried an Indian girl.

Alikala returned to his home, where he was paid well as the head of Arizona's Indian affairs, lived in a middle-class local community, and his neighbors didn't take much care of him.

Because of the alcohol, Alikala didn't have time to wash up when she got home, so she collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep.

When the moon climbed up the treetops, and in the silence, Arecom, the son of the falcon, came to the door of Alikara's house, brought the flute to his mouth, and played an old Indian tune.

As the tune sounded, Arecomb seemed to see eagles flying over the top of the mountain and wolves running across the field.

But the rest of the community doesn't seem to be able to hear it.

Only Alikala immediately sat up from the couch, her eyes becoming extremely confused.

He turned on the light, walked to the mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror, he used to like this tailored suit very much, but now he felt awkward how he looked at it.

"I'm an Indian, I shouldn't wear a white ghost!" Alikala muttered, went to the bedroom, and pulled out a traditional Indian costume from the innermost part of the closet.

Usually he hates wearing these, and only on some special occasions when he has to wear them, he will wear them to show off with those white masters.

But now, he felt that this outfit was particularly intimate, and this was the kind of dress he should wear.

Put on a long legging cover made of bison hide, then wrap a small apron also made of bison leather, put on a blouse, and put on a cape.

Finally, he wore his hair and a headdress of eagle feathers, and when he saw the shape of the feathers in the mirror, Alikala felt sincerely ashamed.

Because the feathers on the heads of the Indians are not worn casually, each feather is closely related to their personal life trajectory.

If a person has a handful of erect horsehair on his head, it is a sign that he has won a close contest.

If a person wears a red feather on his head, it means that he has been injured.

If a person sticks a feather with a red dot, it means that he has killed an enemy.

If a person has a feather tied with a red ribbon on his head, it means that he has been wounded, but he has also killed many enemies - each ribbon represents an enemy he has killed.

And Alikala has never done any of these things, and he is not qualified to insert eagle feathers.

Alikala carefully removed all the eagle feathers, and then she felt better, "I'm an Indian again now!" ”

But soon he frowned again, and his clothes, hairstyle, and ornaments were indeed exactly the same as those of the Indians, but his complexion was much whiter than that of the Indians.

This is because he hated his origin very much, so he secretly went for skin bleaching surgery.

Alikala panicked, "No, no, no, I'm an Indian, I'm not a white ghost!" ”

What should I do now? Alikala was so anxious that he wandered around the room, and when he saw the fireplace, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He was reminded of the old Indian mythology, which said that man was made out of clay by the gods, who made many small people out of clay and baked them in a furnace to make them live.

Due to impatience, the first batch of clay figurines taken out had not yet been burned, and the fire was insufficient, and these people were the ancestors of the Caucasian race.

The second batch of clay figurines were burned just right, golden and pleasing to the eye, and the great gods looked at it for a long time and couldn't put it down, this group of people was the ancestors of the yellow race, including the Indians.

The golden villain is too perfect, the great god forgot the time because of the reward, and suddenly smelled a burnt smell, only to remember that there are clay figures in the furnace, these clay figures have been read because of the barbecue, and the whole body is dark, and they have become the ancestors of the black race.

Ah, I can roast my complexion yellow again with the fire, and Alikala immediately lit the firewood while she lay down by the fireplace, as close to the flame as she could, and let the fire scorch her skin.

After baking the front side, I turned over to bake the backside, and I don't know how long it took for Alikala to become medium-rare.

"Poof!" Outside, the son of the falcon, Arecom, sensed Alikala's death, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was more than ten years old.

But there was not the slightest sadness on Arlecom's face, but it was full of joy.

This is the first one, I can still kill two people, kid, look, I'm going to avenge you.