"Bang! Bang!..."
"Kill them! Kill the natives!..."
"Bang!..."
"Ah!..."
Dim, sparse sunlight passed through layer after layer of green leaves in the sea of forest, falling on the loose earth and forming crescent-shaped spots of light. The sound of the Orinoco River sang low in the distance, while the trickle of blood flowing into the earth accompanied the dying wails and scattered into the unseen sky.
When Bruno heard the gunshots and came in urgent support from the great ship, this was the scene he saw. A dozen naked natives lay dead all over the ground, while several sailors fought over the shell necklaces found on the natives. And Knight Silveira, his knight's cross short sword dripping blood at his side, returned from the forest with a sullen look on his face.
"Hah! These lowly natives run fast enough! Just like monkeys in the woods—gone in the blink of an eye..."
"Knight Silveira! Shouldn't you explain what just happened?!"
Bruno looked at the fallen native corpses, his expression ugly. He did not care about the lives of these natives, but he was extraordinarily furious that Knight Silveira had acted on his own!
"The Lord bears witness! We sailed along the coast for more than ten days and finally ran into a group of natives, someone we could get some local information from... and you took the sailors and killed them all in one go?!..."
"Uh... Captain Bruno... this group of natives approached without a sound, and they were holding bows and arrows and strange long tubes. One look and you could tell they weren't good people! Before they could ambush us, I made a decisive response and killed them first! Pope Urban gave teachings that yellow-skinned heathens like these, just like the Moors across the sea, are better the more