Napoleon listened to the Native American's error-riddled French and followed him around the stream between two low hills.
As he turned his head, the view ahead suddenly opened up, revealing a small town sitting in the middle of a broad plain.
In truth, this so-called town was merely enclosed by a casually erected wooden palisade, with countless haphazard little wooden houses inside, and even quite a few thatched shacks.
Yet Napoleon spotted a soaring bell tower at once, along with the cross atop it. It was clearly a church.
He had heard on his way here that nearly all North American natives had converted to Catholicism after arriving in Louisiana.
That was nothing unusual. Spanish missionaries had won over many believers in the past as well; Father Vigne had simply done it far better.
Napoleon gestured toward the church and asked Rocall teasingly, "Do you truly believe God exists? Or do you merely put on a show at church because the Priests will provide you with technology and weapons..."
He was hardly a devout believer. In his eyes, the church had always been nothing more than a tool.
To his surprise, the members of the Indian Patrol all reined in their horses, glaring at him with hostile expressions as though they might draw their Guns at any moment.
"I believe in the one God, the Almighty Holy Father!" Carol said in a deep voice. "We have all witnessed miracles with our own eyes!
"If you question our faith, it will be regarded as an insult."
Napoleon had not expected such a strong reaction. He hurriedly waved his hands. "No, you misunderstand. I have always believed you to be the most devout Christians."
He swallowed his pride and explained himself to the natives for quite a while before Rocall and the