The trees were lush, the hills rolled on and on, and even the simple dirt road rose and fell with them, making the walk rather exhausting. Woodpecker E-Zhuo had the camp halt and rest where they were, while he lowered his head in curiosity and rummaged through Banner Unit Captain Babei's grass baskets, large and small, to see what these so-called "good things" were.
"Main God above! What is all this? A bright-red little clay idol, fired from vivid, fine Rain God Clay? Uh... why is it missing an arm?"
"...Little things made of white oak, combs, spoons, wooden bells... Huh? What's this, half a heritage wooden board? Looks like old Pictographic Script from the Tarasco Kingdom? Where's the other half? Ah?!..."
"...Obsidian stone tools—no, these should be ritual implements, right? Scattered Obsidian beads, shimmering with flowing light. This is top-grade Obsidian! Why do they all have holes in them... Right! Which Three Gods Priest did you rob the necklace from? The cord's been snapped, and the beads are scattered beyond recognition. Fools, fools! The number and shape of these beads have to match the divinity, match the divinity! Once they're scattered and missing, they're worthless. Do you understand or not?..."
Woodpecker E-Zhuo frowned and picked through them for a long while, his face shifting from surprise to disappointment. These raw, rustic tribal bumpkins from who knew where were clumsy even at robbery, forcibly turning these valuable ritual and ceremonial objects into broken scraps. It truly left him helpless.
"Red clay statue, white oak, Obsidian... Are your Banner Units all this poor? You even rob this kind of junk?... Oh, no, wait, it wasn't junk at first. It became junk after you robbed it. You definitely robbed a high Priest of an old god. Where's his Divine Staff? Where are