"Oh, Great Spirit! Gold-greedy Wajin Great Chieftain, why are you asking where our tribe is? Don't tell me you want to bring your tribe's warriors, call a huge crowd of helpers, and run off to rob us of our gold?!..."
The Kingdom envoy Lu Jiaohu's face was full of vigilance as he stared hard at Kakizaki Mitsuhiro's face, his question merciless. Kakizaki Mitsuhiro's face flushed, and inwardly he cursed, "Sanda barbarians." He truly had given birth to greed, but he had never imagined these barbarians would speak so directly. It was simply slapping him in the face, smack after smack, without the least of the Wajin's tact and reserve.
"Ahem! I was only asking... If there is more gold, then this house can do more... If there is enough gold, even the best craftsmen can be invited here!... Especially the shipwrights on the list. If we are talking about the best, they must be specially invited from Joseon, and that requires a great deal of gold..."
"Ha! Wajin Great Chieftain, you can't fool me! Your longing for gold is just like a Mountain Cat that has stolen fishy meat—no matter how you try to cover it up, you can't stop it!..."
Lu Jiaohu sniffed, as if he had caught the scent of greed. He cast Kakizaki Mitsuhiro a contemptuous glance. Then, before the other man could fly into shameful rage, he confidently slapped his chest and replied with what seemed like pride, but was in truth a flash of quick wit.
"The Great Chieftain said there's no harm in telling you! The place of our tribe, from where we fought you before, is still straight north, a full month's sailing! Until the end of the Far North Sea, to that boundless snowfield. Those Tent Tribe people who set up sledges,