Chapter 438: Chapter 62: The House Raid_3
Ish’s face turned from red to white, hesitated repeatedly, but in the end, still presented the gold bowl to Winters.
“I dare not touch it,” Winters said with a wry smile. He called a gendar’s na, “Xial.”
“Present.”
“Register it.”
“Yes.”
“Heinrich.”
...
“Present.”
“You take care of this thing for .”
“Yes.”
“Let’s do this,” Winters thought for a mont, then looked at Ish, the lucky finder of the gold bowl, “Ish, you and Heinrich will supervise the preservation of all the spoils. You pick two more people to guard the loot with you.”
Soon, several prestigious militian were nominated.
The loot was placed on wagons, clearly visible, guarded by three militian and two gendars, supervising each other.
“Stop gawking! Move it, we don’t have much ti!” Winters urged his subordinates to speed up, “No hoarding for yourself, don’t test the military law.”
The militian scattered, and the weighty gold bowl was left on the wagon.
Inspired by this, everyone quickened their pace.
“I found sothing too!” another person shouted.
This ti it was an enormous gold belt buckle, engraved with beautiful patterns, found on a charred corpse.
Winters realized with surprise that the owner of the belt appeared to be the bare-chested Herder who had been blinded by the Flash Spell and then killed by him.
As they continued to search toward the center of the camp, they discovered more gold and silver vessels, as well as ornantal items like gold knife handles and sheaths.
The further east they went, the more valuables they found.
The Paratu People’s eyes were turning red, and they wished they could dig three feet into every pile of ashes and every remnant of the tents.
“Sir! There’s a big tent at the far eastern end!” Another militiaman ca running to report, “It hasn’t been burnt!”
The camp was becoming increasingly interesting, and the lieutenant was intrigued, “Quick, lead there!”
At the easternmost edge of the camp, beneath the slope of the hill, stood a large tent. It was indeed “large,” at least ten ters wide, not much different from a house.
The most interesting part was that the large tent was perched atop a huge wagon, seemingly mobile.
When Winters arrived in front of the large tent, he understood why his n didn’t dare to enter: the whole camp had been turned into scorched earth, yet this large tent and the small area behind it remained untouched, eerily so.
“Bring the ropes!” Winters didn’t dare to rush in, “Pull it down for .”
With hooks attached to the tent walls, the militian cooperated and used brute strength to flip the tent over.
“What is this?!” Winters was dumbfounded.
There was no one inside the tent—no, there was soone, a “person” gleaming with golden light.
A figure made entirely of gold stood in the center of the large tent, silently and calmly watching everyone.
The golden figure was three heads taller than Winters, with golden eyes, nose, and ears exquisitely detailed, only lacking a mouth.
All present were stunned.
At this mont, the militian beca hesitant, “Sir, what do we do?”
“Afraid of what!” Winters, refusing to believe it was pure gold, said, “It must be gilded! Give a knife!”
He viciously scraped off several layers of gold leaf, and if Winters wasn’t mistaken, the inside was also gold.
In the silent, burned-out camp, so militian were even trembling.
Ish beca stamring, “This… isn’t this a Heretic Religion idol?”
Winters was silent for a long mont, then suddenly threw the knife aside and burst into laughter, “A Heretic idol, great! If it were a catholic liturgical vessel, I wouldn’t dare to take it! Ha-ha-ha! What’s there to be afraid of? Take it away, take it all away!”
The wagons loaded with spoils were instantly overloaded, and imdiately militian set out to find more wagons. Winters also sent people to find Colonel Jeska for reinforcents, he needed more horses.
Besides the golden figure, the tent contained many scattered gold and silver religious objects, all of which Winters packed up.
Before this discovery, these items alone would have been enough to delight everyone, but now compared to the golden figure, they suddenly seed unimpressive.
Colonel Jeska rushed over upon hearing the news and was also shocked.
Winters noticed even the one-eyed tough guy showing fear, an unprecedented occurrence.
Jeska pulled Winters aside and said hoarsely, “We… might have just raided the Terdon Tribe…”
[Note: Terdon is one of the three major Herder tribes]
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