Chapter 83 (1/2)

”Are you really an Indian? Not our citizens of the British Empire? ” In major Hank's tent, the Maj. of the Royal Army of the British Empire asked the same question again. He had asked the same question three times. This is the fourth time.

Although Ferguson didn't ask, he had the same expression. Obviously, he didn't believe what Shi Xiong said just now.

After all, the fluent cockney accent and the standard noble gentleman's manners are not what a barbarian in the new world can learn. In fact, even in the British mainland, people who can freely use gentlemanly etiquette combined with such a tone to communicate are real aristocrats. Even major Hank and himself couldn't do that.

Stone bear coughed helplessly, and abruptly turned the topic aside: ”major hank, I'm here to discuss the content of our deal with you. Well, there are some things in our tribe that you should be very interested in. When our leader talked with you before, he didn't say those things. This time, I got the joint authorization of the kabulu priest and the leader to talk with you about the trading methods of these things. I'm sure you'll be interested in what we have. ”

This also made major hank aware of his gaffe, so he shook his head slightly, as if shaking his curiosity out of his head. Then he asked, ”I don't know what Mr. Guardian wants to add to the transaction?”

In the self introduction just now, Shi Xiong said his name of ”powerful bear” and his identity as the sacrificial guardian of kabulu, a high tree tribe. Now major hank calls Shi Xiong ”Guardian”.

The stone bear smiles and nods to the fast horse beside him. The fast horse takes a small leather bag from his waist and hands it to major hank.

Such a small animal skin bag is not much bigger than a five or six-year-old child's palm, and how many things can it put down?

Major hank took the skin bag with a puzzled face, looked at the guardian of Mount Everest, then gently weighed it, carefully untied the rope at the mouth of the skin bag.

A small pile of crystal white and extremely delicate powder particles appeared in the eyes of major Hank and lieutenant Ferguson. After seeing the small pile of white powder particles, they were stunned for a moment, and then rubbed their eyes, as if they didn't believe the small pile of things in front of them was real.

Then, almost coincidentally, the two men made a movement similar to a human's breathing backward before death, and then, like two wild dogs that had taken off the rein, fell on the stone that contained the small pile of white and delicate powder - the stone that lieutenant Ferguson sat on before, This is what major hank ordered the soldiers to find to serve as both a stool and a table.

”It's...” major Hank and lieutenant Ferguson looked up at each other and said these two words almost in one voice.

Major hank nodded slightly, then bowed his head, stretched out a trembling index finger, dipped it in the small pile of fine white powder, and put his index finger in his mouth.

The opposite Lieutenant Ferguson did the same thing, and the result was that both of them were stunned.

When this white and delicate powder is put into your mouth, there is no other taste except the strong salty taste.

This is salt! Edible salt! And it's the top salt!

They are both officers of the Royal Army of the British Empire, so they can clearly identify the white powder.

It's just how could it be?