Chapter 1350: Chapter 1350

The trees are lush, hills stretch endlessly, and the simple dirt road rises and falls, making walking quite laborious. Woodpecker Aitz stops the camp in place for a rest and curiously browses through Captain Babe’s small and large baskets, looking at what constitutes "good stuff."

"Chief Divine! What is all this? Red pottery figurines made from the vibrant, delicate Rain Divine clay? Uh... how come it’s missing an arm?"

"...White oak trinkets, combs, spoons, wooden bells... huh? What’s this, half of the heritage wooden board? Seems like old hieroglyphs from the Tarasco Kingdom? Where’s the other half? Ah?!..."

"...Obsidian Stone tools, no, this should be ritual artifacts? Scattered obsidian beads, glowing brilliantly. This is high-quality obsidian! Why do they all have holes... Oh! Did you snatch the necklace from one of the Three Gods’ priests? The string is broken, and the beads are scattered severely. Foolish, fools! The number and shape of these beads are supposed to match divinity, match divinity! If scattered and fewer, they are worthless, don’t you understand?... "

Woodpecker Aitz frowns, picking up items for a long time, his expression shifting between delight and disappointment. These apparently primitive tribes don’t even know how to rob properly. It’s exasperating how they’ve managed to make these valuable ritual artifacts broken and incomplete.

"Red pottery, white oak, obsidian... Is your team so poor that you even rob such junk?... Oh no, it wasn’t junk originally, but after you robbed it, it became junk. You must have robbed an old god’s high priest, where’s his Divine Staff? Where’s his gemstone Dharma Instrument?... "

"Ah? What?! It’s worthless now after we robbed it?! Why!"

Woodpecker Aitz’s words are quick and forceful, like the "duo duo" of a woodpecker on a tree, making Captain Babe’s head whirl. He stares wide-eyed and dazed at Aitz, pulling at his hair with force before hesitantly asking.

"Divine... Divine Staff? Is it that shabby, broken-down wooden stick? We didn’t take it. That thing is valuable? ...Oh, red ruby? That thing has already been traded! Traded for several copper spears. The red-haired barbarians said they liked red, so they traded copper spears for it..."

"Ugh! So you were already picked clean? No wonder nothing good is left!"

Woodpecker Aitz shook his head, turning to leave. Captain Babe quickly stepped forward, grabbing him.

"Wealthy Chieftain! Great Chieftain! Don’t go! There are still good things!... Oh! There are still a few silverware pieces. The red-haired barbarians want them, but I didn’t give them. They must be good stuff!..."

Saying that, Captain Babe called out behind him. Then, two blue-haired hunters handed over a ragged grass bag to Woodpecker Aitz.

"What is this? Oh! Silver masks, silver chains, silver bracelets, hmm... the patterns look old, like carved by the Otomi People... and there’s a silver cup... huh? Why did you crush this cup? Darn! The patterns are all bent!... "

Woodpecker Aitz looked for a moment, his blood pressure surging again. He couldn’t hold back and began scolding this bunch of corn cobs fiercely.

"Chief Divine bears witness! Next time you go out looting, could you be more careful?! Pottery figurines crack easily, heavy and not worth the trouble. Heritage Wooden Boards must be intact; can’t understand them anyway, what’s the use of half of one?! Obsidian Necklaces need to be complete, every bead shouldn’t be missing! The old Divine Staff you threw away is worth more than all this junk!... "

"Also! Trading the ruby dharma artifact for a few copper spears, are you stupid? Sell it directly to a priest, and you could trade for ten bronze axes! Silverware isn’t very valuable to begin with, only worth anything because of the divine patterns on them, the older the better. Why would you smash them?"

"Ah? Ah!... We... we just thought smashing them made them smaller, easier to bring back..."

Captain Babe stammered, his honest face full of both heartbreak and sadness. But soon, he responded loudly, cursing.

"Curse it! Those red barbarians scattered like ashes in the wind! Tricked us out of gemstones!... Next time we encounter them, I’ll definitely pound them!"

"Leader, the red-haired barbarians are many, with quite a few teams, more than fingers can count! They all have leather armor and good weapons, we can’t beat them..."

"Rubbish! Then let’s join forces with Guamar’s wind barbarians! Not only did the red-haired barbarians take our gemstones, but they also took the gold items the wind barbarians looted!... "

"Leader, but we don’t get along with the wind barbarians either! Last time, we almost fought each other trying to sell war prisoners to the Great Chief!... "

"Darn it, shut up! It was you who smashed the silverware!... " Updates are released by noᴠelfire.net

"Leader, you say! I had even picked up that priest’s old stick intending to use it as making straps. It was you who told me to throw it away, saying it’s a worthless wooden thing...

Watching these team hunters arguing amongst themselves, Woodpecker Aitz feels somewhat speechless. He shakes his head, turns to leave, but is grabbed again by Captain Babe.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Wealthy... Oh no, great chieftain!... Choose what you like, and trade something for it! We won’t ask for much, name your price, take as you please!... "

"Hmm? This pile of junk..."

Woodpecker Aitz turns his head and sees Captain Babe’s dark, unrefined face from the wilderness. However, witnessing his opponent’s wide eyes now filled with pleading and longing, stubbornness and resolve, Woodpecker Aitz’s eyebrows rise. He pondered for a moment, guessing that if he truly leaves without trading anything today, this bunch of barbarians possibly wouldn’t hesitate to follow them, and perhaps even stealthily shoot an arrow at him in the middle of the night...