"What! Rumors of the white-skinned tribe?! We have roaring giant beasts, bellowing thunder, enormous snake-ships... Is that talking about cavalry, cannon, and great sailing ships? We also pose as envoys of the gods, hunger desperately for gold and silver, raise high the cross of a false god, and bring slaughter and death?... Huh? This... this!..."
"Damn it! Damn it! Columbus, that idiot! Just how much burning, killing, and looting did he do behind the pages of his ship's log? And how many people captured him? How did he spill our whole story so clearly?... No wonder these native tribes look at us like they've seen ghosts!..."
"Foda-se! Those sheep-fucking Castilians, everything they do is so crude, they can't even kill people cleanly! They don't know the first thing about covering their tracks, leaking news everywhere... And now every native tribe knows about it, ruining the Lord's mighty name, and turning around to screw us over!..."
Their guide, Shushu, carefully translated the local tribe's answer. Naturally, he did not use the original words "White-Skinned Demons," instead calling them the "white-skinned tribe." But when Bruno and his officers heard rumors so detailed, so pointed straight at the vital points, they exchanged a glance, and the expressions on their faces changed drastically in an instant.
On the Southern Continent, of course the Portuguese would also burn, kill, and plunder, seizing the property and gold of native tribes. But with their seasoned experience along the West African coast, their killing and looting were always cautious and thorough, clean and swift. They would never leave behind so many rumors or expose so much of their own bottom line!
In truth, they were very selective, and would never offend powerful native kingdoms. They were better at figuring out the relationships between the native tribes, stirring up