New Gods of North America.

Chapter 519 Tolerance
I went to the home of the fugitive leader named "York Smith", no, it should be called "York Castallo",
Although his parents had passed away, the house was not empty. His brother's family, seven or eight people in total, lived there, so they left a room for him.

His father was the "headman" of the previous generation in the tribe, so his brother was doing well because of this and was considered a manager in the factory.

He is a bit like the kind of person in modern society who can go to a big city to make a living on his own. He can only go home a few times a year, and when he comes back, he seems to be quite generous with the things he brings. In the eyes of his "neighbors", he is considered a "promising" person.

But Wayne said that he was the murderer in a criminal case in Richmond, so this guy is a bit "socially dead",

Unfortunately, in the eyes of their family members, a white guy like Wayne is obviously not very trustworthy. They may also think that "white laws are not necessarily fair."

Wayne looked at the dust in the room and thought that the man might not have come back, so he asked Liam to pack a few things that might be able to collect the guy's fingerprints. Then he planned to continue "strolling around" and pretended to accidentally go to the place where Liam found a group of people gathering last night.

Several of the community's indigenous "village heads" had already left by now, each going to find someone to ask for information. The rest continued to follow behind them, and they also called a half-grown child to act as a guide to lead Wayne in front.

Wayne had heard about this during class. It was said that this was a traditional custom in their tribe.
For example, when they captured colonial captives in the past, if they did not want to chop them into small pieces and make sautéed meat, then after the adults played the villain role, they would often let the children come forward to communicate with the outsiders, believing that this would make the outsiders feel sincere and safe - it is rumored that the little Aboriginal princess was deceived by the colonial master of Windsor under such circumstances.

It is not known whether the aboriginals had learned from their mistakes or felt that Wayne's level was not high enough. Anyway, Wayne did not have the opportunity to meet the little princess of the tribe this time. Instead, it was a little boy named Ollie who came.
Oli looked only half a head taller than Emma, with dark brown skin like a wild child. He was calm yet a little childish. Wayne pretended to point in a direction and said he wanted to see the indigenous people's industry, so he skipped ahead and led the way.

The product line of the indigenous workshops is quite rich. In addition to various types of tobacco claimed to be made using indigenous methods, there are also strange bird-feather hats, unique wooden masks, and various strange special weapons, such as traditional bows and arrows and indigenous war clubs that can blow up people and dogs' heads. These are all things that white gentlemen can buy home and hang on the wall for decoration.

Lina also tried out the "dart" that Inissa had just introduced last night. The pretty blonde girl swung a short stick and threw the thin javelin. Regardless of its accuracy, at least the scene was very good. Some young indigenous craftsmen who had been dispersed and asked not to watch were still leaning over to watch from a distance.

Wayne also tried it twice. This thing is easier to use than he imagined. If the position is right, it should be no problem to pierce the prey's internal organs.

"when!"

Soon after, a dart was hit by Wayne and deflected completely. It broke through the window of the veneer and flew into a wooden house connected to the woodworking workshop.

Liam was running out to look for it like a lackey, but a sturdy native quickly stepped forward and blocked his way, muttering something.

The tour guide Ollie mumbled something, then turned to Wayne and explained, "That's an area of the workshop that's not open to the public. Some of the crafts need to be kept secret. Don't bother your people. I'll go get the javelin for you."

That was the entrance to the basement that Liam had discovered last night. Wayne had thrown something there on purpose.

After hearing this, Wayne took the opportunity to put on the airs of a "white master": "We are in the community today to investigate. Is there anything there that we cannot see?"

Oli was a little embarrassed, but the community "lizheng" behind him quickly spoke in their language. After hearing this, the aboriginal who was blocking the road reluctantly gave up his position and turned his head to spit to the side with a hint of accusation.
Ollie then smiled again and gestured "please" to Liam, "Please feel free to come. Gentlemen are of course welcome to visit our community."

Liam's attitude of taking advantage of others' power didn't seem like an act at all. He proudly "banged" the wooden door twice to open the latch, then pushed it open with a "bang". He pushed the door open and walked in with his nose looking at the road.
Then when he came out again with the dart in his hand, he leaned close to Wayne's ear in a sneaky manner and pretended to whisper to Wayne with an expression as if he had "just discovered something".

Wayne walked quickly towards the wooden house. In addition to them, the community "lizheng" also quickly followed. Some craftsmen in the workshop seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and some of them had slowly gathered around.

The light in the wooden house was dim. Liam pointed at a shelf, and Wayne signaled with his eyes. A community "lizheng" reluctantly directed the craftsmen outside the door to cooperate. The shelf was moved away, the wooden door was opened, and then the earthen stairs leading down were exposed. "This is the cellar below. Some of the oil paints and coatings we use need to be fermented..." A community "lizheng" next to him tried to explain.

The hinge of the wooden door is made of a whole log. It feels like such a primitive design will not block people from getting stuck underneath.

Wayne continued to keep a tense expression and raised his hand to stop the other person from talking. "Do you have a kerosene lamp?"

“Yes, yes.”

After that, two half-new kerosene lamps were handed over.

Wayne took one of the lamps and said, "You guys go ahead, we'll go down and take a look."

"……OK."

There was nothing to see in the basement. The space was not small, but it was not too deep. The ceiling was supported by wooden boards and thick tree trunks, and the walls were made of compacted and reinforced soil.
However, there were some totems and ritual utensils placed in the basement that were obviously used for sacrificial offerings. Just like no matter how small a mountain temple is, people can often tell at a glance that "this is a place to worship gods."

The atmosphere was serious. Wayne looked around the place with an indifferent expression. When two community "li zheng" were about to explain themselves,
Wayne suddenly laughed in relief, "It's okay, I'm quite tolerant in terms of faith. I'll keep the situation here a secret for you."

"Hahaha……"

Several community "lizheng" seemed to be relieved at the same time, and laughed along, "Thank you for your understanding."

In the vision of simple lines, there seems to be some remnants of extraordinary power here, but not much.

After checking for a while, Wayne took the lead and walked up, while continuing to try to close the distance with the "village heads":

"I don't care about matters of faith, but I will not tolerate matters of law. I hope you can cooperate with our work and not harbor criminals."

"Of course, we and our tribesmen will do our best."

Back on the ground, Doug's parrot was caught by some aborigines. It was hung upside down by its claws in their hands and was scolded "Fancy". It tried to peck at people but was restrained by the back of its neck.

"Chameleon" had returned and was waiting nearby. The natives did not listen to him and did not put the parrot down, but they did not harm the parrot because of its skin color.

"Boss, we have confirmed that after seeing the warrant from the cathedral, the priest here has asked the sheriff to notify the police chief to block the community as you requested, and temporarily prohibit all indigenous people from going out. Connor and Mr. Doug have also come here. They are currently monitoring the periphery with Miss Inessa, and they should not let anyone escape."

In this case, let’s start the search officially.

(End of this chapter)