"Ah! Boatswain Haroldo... I... he... God bless! It's like this..."
Faced with Boatswain Haroldo's sudden appearance, Shushu was instantly startled. Nervously clutching the carved wooden cross he wore, he first prayed to the Lord in Portuguese, and during those few breaths of delay, he immediately thought up an explanation.
"Honored boatswain, just now Capito Silveira used thunder's divine instrument! It was truly too frightening, too powerful! Not only did the tribe's chieftain fear and revere it, even this tribal Militia was filled with awe! So he asked me what heavenly god had bestowed such mighty magic, that it could actually command thunder?..."
"I told him this was the wondrous power bestowed by the merciful and mighty Cross Sky God! And this wooden cross is the amulet of the Cross Sky God... Then he desperately wanted it and kept pulling at me, asking me for this amulet!... But this was given to me by the cross Shaman in the city, and I cannot bear to give it to him..."
"Mm?... Afraid of our Cannon, and wanting the Lord's cross? Was this cross given to you by a priest? Let me see... Haaha! This is just the most common carved wooden cross in the city, the kind that costs one copper coin apiece!..."
Hearing Shushu's answer, Boatswain Haroldo glanced at the cross and immediately burst into loud laughter. He looked at Shushu's timid, reluctant expression, then looked at the blank helplessness of that native Militia, who even nervously tightened his grip on the Stone Spear in his hand—utterly the picture of stupidity!
These Natives really were astonishingly stupid, actually worshiping Cannon as a deity. And even a rotten wooden cross could be treated as a rare treasure!
"Haha! Shushu, give him that wooden cross! When we get back to Lisbon, I'll buy