Chapter 449 Kavalala (1/2)

Chapter 449: Kavalala

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Li Du had an old-fashioned Nokia phone; he gave it to him. ”Let's trade.”

The old man shook his head. ”No, not this phone. I meant a smartphone, like Apple, Samsung… I want a phone that can install apps!”

Hans sneered, ”You're quite updated. You know so much about the outside world.”

The old man giggled, ”We Hopi are not like the Amish. We accept advancement.”

”If that's the case,” Li Du said, ”why don't you use dollars to trade in your tribe?”

The old man said, ”Our ancestors set this rule!”

Alright, another rule set by the ancestors. Li Du sighed and waved to Hans. Hans unwillingly took out his phone and gave it to him.

After he saw the new iPhone, the old man's eyes lit up. ”Yes, this is what I'm talking about!”

Li Du said, ”I can give it to you, but to trade for a copper plate only? I wouldn't do such business unless I were crazy.”

”What else do you want?” the old man asked.

Li Du took everything from the drawer and said, ”I want all of this.”

The old man shook his head. ”No way, you are too greedy.”

Li Du said, ”Then I want half of this.”

He divided the copper and metal into two piles. The copper glove was in the pile that he wanted to take.

The old man touched his chin and thought about it. After a while, he sighed, ”Alright, since all of you are good friends of our tribe, that's a deal!”

The Hopi had a lot of good stuff. Most of their crafts, especially the statues, were very old. The little bug was eager to get to their time energy.

Li Du tried his best to obtain wood carvings and crafts that the little bug was interested in. After getting items, he would let the little bug absorb their time energy. But he didn't let it absorb the time energy of the items he didn't buy.

Li Du had his principles when he was doing business. If nobody messed with him or bullied him, he would treat them nicely like a gentleman. But if someone betrayed him, he would make them pay for it!

During the evening, there was a campfire at the open ground between the second and third terrace. The treasure hunters were brought to the open ground to join the Hopi's kavalala.

The color of the soil on the open ground was reddish-black. The material of the soil was very solid—apparently it had been walked on many times before. When they walked on the ground, they felt like they were walking on an ordinary road.

Li Du looked at the ground; the surface was very seamless and smooth. He asked curiously, ”Is this a big red stone? I mean, are we standing on one big red stone?”

The security chief shook his head. ”Oh, no, this is soil.”

Li Du nodded. ”It is really hard and solid—is this red soil?”

The security chief laughed, ”No, this is ordinary soil. The reddish-black color on the ground is due to blood. The ground is hard and solid because we poured blood onto the ground and pack it in.”

Li Du was shocked. He looked around and wondered. This piece of land was at least a hundred acres. It was a big plaza and every inch of the ground was reddish-black in color. If it was due to blood, how much blood had they used? How many people did they kill?

Then, what they saw afterwards proved that the security chief was right and Li Du had misunderstood.