Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 438 - 62: The House Raid_3

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 gendarme’s name, “Xial.”

“Present.”

“Register it.”

“Yes.”

“Heinrich.”

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“Present.”

“You take care of this thing for me.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s do this,” Winters thought for a moment, 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 militiamen were nominated.

The loot was placed on wagons, clearly visible, guarded by three militiamen and two gendarmes, supervising each other.

“Stop gawking! Move it, we don’t have much time!” Winters urged his subordinates to speed up, “No hoarding for yourself, don’t test the military law.”

The militiamen scattered, and the weighty gold bowl was left on the wagon.

Inspired by this, everyone quickened their pace.

“I found something too!” another person shouted.

This time it was an enormous gold belt buckle, engraved with beautiful patterns, found on a charred corpse.

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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 ornamental 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 came running to report, “It hasn’t been burnt!”

The camp was becoming increasingly interesting, and the lieutenant was intrigued, “Quick, lead me 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 meters 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 men 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 me the ropes!” Winters didn’t dare to rush in, “Pull it down for me.”

With hooks attached to the tent walls, the militiamen 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 someone, 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 moment, the militiamen became hesitant, “Sir, what do we do?”

“Afraid of what!” Winters, refusing to believe it was pure gold, said, “It must be gilded! Give me 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, some militiamen were even trembling.

Ish became stammering, “This… isn’t this a Heretic Religion idol?”

Winters was silent for a long moment, 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 immediately militiamen set out to find more wagons. Winters also sent people to find Colonel Jeska for reinforcements, 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 seemed 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]