"How should the kingdom's men left in Cuba get along with the simple-hearted Taino?"
Hearing the question, Priest Tomatl stroked his chin and roughly guessed the position Chiwako was in. He neither approved nor disapproved of the old Militia's soft heart. His eyes swept over the surrounding forest and wilderness, and blazing ambition flashed in them!
To his south stretched black-gray iron deposits, along with sparse, low woodland. To his north, beyond the hills two miles away, lay a flat, open coastal plain. Long grass covered the plain, and because of the hurricanes, the trees were not tall. Beneath the long grass was fertile land easy to reclaim. Seaside fertile soil, connected to an iron belt, several interlacing streams and rivers, and good coastal transport conditions. Without a doubt, whether for farming, mining, or trade, this was truly a stretch of "rich soil"!
"The kingdom must control this iron mine and take command of the entire coast. The nearby Taino villages must supply food and labor. And most important of all, the faith of the Main God must be kindled among the nearby Taino tribes and become the one supreme light!"
Priest Tomatl's expression was calm as he declared the goal he needed to accomplish. Toward the simple and kind Taino, he felt no hostility; he even admired them somewhat. But to complete the kingdom's mission and spread the Main God's faith as quickly as possible, he would not hesitate in the slightest over whether force had to be used.
"Haaha! The Taino are so weak. If we want to control this coast and spread the Main God's faith, won't that be simple?!"
Hearing their exchange, Grey Earth Warrior Puapu burst into laughter. He confidently patted his chest and looked northwest, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
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