The whole world is afraid of me erasing the spiritual base

Solomon stood on a high ground, not far from a bustling western town.

He looked far into the distance, looking at the battlefield where the tragic battle had just taken place.

In the dim yellow sky, a bright red cloud filled with resentment emerged from the ground.Undoubtedly, after capturing so many white captives, the local natives immediately performed bloody sacrifices, turning their captives into their "adopted sons", and then dedicated these "adopted sons" to them God of - (1)

That is the Holy Grail.

It is conceivable what will be produced from the polluted Holy Grail... Maybe it will become the "evil of this world" on Fuyuki's spiritual vein.No, that Holy Grail is a "Holy Grail" that contains magic in the true sense, and this Holy Grail in Gaetia is just a pure magic hearth, maybe such a terrible thing will not happen.

He let go of his clairvoyance, and everything in the future may be arranged in front of him like a kaleidoscope, which is simply dazzling.He was looking at the past one by one, but suddenly felt that the cloak on his back was pulled lightly. He lowered his head and saw Fujimaru Tachika and Mash looking at him eagerly.

"King Solomon, did you see anything? Those... Indians, what did they do? And we obviously didn't participate in the battle, why did they still keep an eye on us?!"

Fujimaru Tachika spat out unfamiliar nouns a little jerky, her face a little ugly.

The first singularity, Joan of Arc Alter, is purely for revenge, and it’s okay for those dragons to have no wisdom. In the second singularity, neither Nero nor Romulus has ever shown strong hostility towards him.

It can be said that Fujimaru Tachika himself was welcomed here almost like a distinguished guest.

For the first time, the black-haired boy felt the barbarism and biting malice from this strange nation.Surprise, doubt and anger linger in his chest, making this inexperienced master feel the other side of the world.

Fujimaru Tachika clasped her drooping cloak, subconsciously wanting to get answers from her elders.

"They are executing captives." Solomon lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent. "As a local nation with serious shortage of productivity and still in the tribal and clan stage, food production severely limits their population. No matter how many skilled and gentle laborers are in front of them, they It can’t be used effectively either. Taking them in will cause competition for rations, and letting them go will increase the number of enemies. Killing the captives is undoubtedly a good way.”

"Execution of prisoners?!"

Mash and Fujimaru Tachika looked like they had seen a ghost.

"This kind of thing... how can this kind of thing happen? This is too much, even if you don't want it, you can get someone to redeem it with a ransom!"

Emiya Shirou, who was crossing his arms, suddenly sneered.

"Master, I have to tell you how naive your thoughts are. Do you think that what you are experiencing now is a knight novel written in a book? Wake up, the reality is far more cruel than the story. The ransom to redeem the captives Operations were only used by high-ranking officials and nobles in ancient times, and soldiers were not included in this category at all."

"Have you ever been to the Middle East or Africa? Do you know that even in modern times, some people are executed directly after being captured? Even if their lives are temporarily saved, do you know whether the ones ahead are going home, tortured to extract confessions, or What about the dissecting table?"

The memory of walking through the battlefield and being imprisoned in the past suddenly revived, and the gray-haired Alaya representative suddenly felt a burst of grief and indignation. He stared at Fujimaru Tachika faintly until the latter looked away guiltily.

"If you want me to say, it's quite kind to give people such a happy life. Heh, maybe you've never experienced it yourself, so you don't know how desperate the other side of this world really is."

"Emiya!"

Romani suddenly coughed loudly, and the intention was self-evident.The pink-haired youth clenched the microphone tightly, and his voice was also tense.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. It can't be said that this place is completely risk-free. It's better to go to a safe place to fix it as soon as possible, and then set up a summoning circle. It happens that there is a small town near you. How about going there?"

"Oh, just in time for a drink."

Emiya Shirou glanced at Romani lightly, and turned on the spirit body.

……

Under the hills is a small town that is often seen in American western movies, with dust all over the sky, horseshoe prints everywhere, drunken drunkards, and people wearing wide-brimmed hats and red triangle scarves around their necks all over the street. Cowboy with a pistol.

The name of Heishui Town can be vaguely seen on the plaque covered with thick dust.

Solomon pushed back the curtain and walked straight into an inn.

"Four rooms are required."

The boss behind the counter, who was wiping his glass, raised his eyelids and raised his eyebrows curiously.

"A Jew, a woman, two cats, and two Indians, um, no, more like the braided Chinese laborers, an interesting combination. Well, I'll give you a room."

The innkeeper snapped out a bunch of keys.

"However, you have to hide well. The sheriff will not be polite to people who look like you."

"why?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka endured and endured, and finally asked this question.Since arriving at this singularity, he has felt the deep malice of this singularity everywhere, as if even breathing is wrong.

The hotel owner, who seemed to have been weather-beaten, snorted and laughed a few times, lit up Solomon with a cigarette in his mouth.

"He, the Jew, looks like a usurer. That woman is like a princess who has never seen the world, and you two, it is your original sin that you look like Indians. If I had a brother of Indian blood back then , I’ve also met the Qing Dynasty people who built the railway, I’m afraid I’ve shut you out like everyone else.”

Solomon flicked out a wad of pounds.

"What else do you know about Indians?"

Behind the counter, the boss collected the pounds, but he was still as stable as Mount Tai and kept his mouth shut.

"You know, it's a land where the sun never sets, so sterling isn't worth much here."

He threw another gold bar from his sleeve, and the hotel owner's eyes lit up immediately. After biting the gold bar to confirm that it was undoubtedly genuine, he opened up the conversation with Solomon in a very professional manner.

"Actually, I don't really know what Indians are like. I only know that when I was in the Van der Lin gang, Charles in the gang had a little Indian blood. His father was black and his mother was a mixed race with Indian blood. He was very capable. There is love and righteousness, but after I killed the two lunatics Micah and Dodge and got out of the prison, Charles disappeared, and it is said that he went to join the Indian Union."

"The League of Indians?"

"Hey, you Jew, do you still want to do business with that group of lunatics, be careful to eat your belt and bone! Actually, I don't know, the group of guys who like bison (2) are already hard to see It arrived, and one day it suddenly became as numerous as ants, and several large tribes all came together and became some kind of 'Indian Union' and started to wage war."

At first, no one paid any attention to them, so they randomly sent a few suppression teams over there, who should fight or who should fight, but they didn't expect that all those teams had gone without returning, so they paid more attention.But by this time, it was too late.

Neither the British nor the US could defeat the group of Indians who were drugged.Even once, the British and American troops were forced to join forces temporarily to increase their firepower and bombarded the Indians. Instead, they got a lot of horses, guns and artillery for nothing.

A cloud called "Indian" began to hang over the heads of every pioneer who came here to pan for gold.

"...Heishui Town is doing well at the moment, under the protection of the President...Wang's army," the hotel owner showed a toothache-like expression, and pronounced a noun strangely, "Although the tax is heavier than before, but anyway It won't be ransacked like the town next door, will it?"

"Thank you for the message."

Solomon straightened up calmly, and threw a few more pounds on the counter, watching the innkeeper hurriedly take away the gold bars and pounds, and locked them in a small wooden box.

"By the way, may I have your name?"

The innkeeper gave him a surprised look.

"My name is Arthur Morgan, a gangster who has robbed banks and killed people, and is now a good gangster. (3)"

……

Solomon opened the door with a sumptuous dinner provided by Arthur Morgan, and saw Tachika Fujimaru and Matthew sunken in chairs with gloomy expressions, staring out the window and wondering what to think.

Hearing his footsteps, the black-haired boy slowly turned his head, a little bit of emptiness remained in his clear and bright eyes.

"King Solomon?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka's current mood is very contradictory. On the one hand, King Solomon will always be his reliable and stable elder, who is strong enough to deal with any difficulties. , can never really get the answer.

After thinking about it again and again, he leaned over like a little animal seeking warmth in the cold night, and asked softly:

"King Solomon, I want you to tell me, what are Indians? Are they cannibals in the Amazon jungle?"

"Sure enough, you still asked." Hearing his slightly naive question, Solomon couldn't help laughing, "But what about the cannibals in the Amazon jungle, Lixiang, are you serious? Indians are the collective name for the entire Native American people."

"Hey, the collective name for Native Americans? Aren't the native Americans white, black, and immigrants from all over the country? How can there be Indians?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka’s eyes were blank. They were born in the “loose generation” (4), and they were never taught the history of foreign countries. They were able to write down Japanese history in a group of classmates who were sleeping in class and teachers who were casually writing on the blackboard. It was already the limit of what he could do.

However, despite being so educated, Fujimaru Tateka quickly and astutely glimpsed a secret from the words between herself and the Magic King.

A chill that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave slowly climbed up his back, the black-haired master swallowed with difficulty, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Or, in our time, there are no native peoples in the United States?"

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Notes:

(1): This is a kind of bloody sacrifice of the Aztecs. The victor recognized the captive warrior as a human sacrifice as his "son", while the captive recognized the victor as his "father".Because it was a sacrifice, the Aztecs took good care of it, like brothers and nephews-but the captives still had to die.The Aztec civilization is in South America, and here is North America, so it is chemical.

(2): Bison is an important source of food for Indians.

(3): I put an easter egg of Red Dead Redemption 2 here.

(4): A vocabulary invented by the Japanese, which refers to children born after 1987. Because they do not publish rankings for their exams and follow a loose education method, this group of children is called the "loose generation" (you can think about it know what this will teach).

感谢在2020-07-2521:01:46~2020-07-2620:48:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Momo 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Momo; 2 bottles of falling plums like snow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!