Sandman’s Stand was beaten until it had no power to fight back, and soon he dismissed his Stand and knelt on the ground.
He threw the short blade in his hand towards Lucian.
The Stand punched the short blade away.
Then, with another punch, it knocked Soundman heavily to the ground.
Lucian did not kill Soundman, so the damage from the Stand’s punch was not severe.
Then he walked over to Soundman’s side and asked deliberately: “You are called Sandman, right?
Shouldn’t you be participating in the Steel Ball Run?
Why have you come here to attack me?
Who instigated this?”
Lucian, of course, knew the answers to these questions.
The young Native American lying on the ground said viciously: “Sandman is just a derogatory term used by those white bandits for me; my real name is Soundman.
The one who makes sound!
You, an Easterner, will never understand me.”
Lucian immediately retorted: “You loathe white people, yet you know I come from the East.
You harbor hatred for white people, yet you vent your violence on me; so, how is transferring your hatred onto me any different from those bandits you speak of?”
“I am just here to complete a mission; I bear you no hatred.
Do it, I won’t tell you any information.
Don’t think about learning anything from me.”
Lucian squatted down, stared into Soundman’s eyes, and asked: “It was President Funny Valentine who sent you, right?”
Soundman was not panicked by this; the grievances and entanglements between other people had nothing to do with him, he just wanted to earn money to buy back his own land.
Coming to kill others meant being prepared to be killed.
Since he had lost, he was prepared to give up his life.
He did not fear death; he only felt regret for his sister, hoping she could find happiness in the future.
Seeing that Soundman did not answer, Lucian asked again: “Do you know what exactly The President sent you to seize?”
“A part of the Saint’s Corpse, I don’t know specifically whose it is.
He also told me your ability should be related to defense.
It seems that isn’t the case.” There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Soundman’s tone.
“Do you think he deceived you?”
“…”
Soundman felt that the possibility of him being deceived was not very high; after all, The President should also want him to successfully bring back the spine. Get faster updates on novelping.com.
“I wonder what The President promised you?”
“As long as I help him seize the Corpse, I can obtain enough money to buy back the land that belongs to us.”
“Give up this dream.
In the direction you are currently heading, no one will walk with you.
And never believe that you can buy back your tribe’s land with money.
The war that white people have launched against you—you will absolutely never achieve your goal through commercial means alone.
Your very existence is their sin.”
Lucian offered him this advice; it was a dream destined to fail.
Soundman fell silent again.
He had previously tried to learn the ways of the white people, but today, this Easterner told him that those were all wrong.
Especially since what he said seemed to make sense.
Seeing that he did not speak, Lucian continued to ask: “Perhaps you should go back and check on your tribe?”
“Are you not going to kill me?” Soundman was somewhat surprised by this; in his worldview, the loser dying was a very normal thing.
Lucian did not answer directly, but instead asked: “Let me ask you a question: how much longer do you think your tribe can exist?”
“Although our days have been a bit difficult, we have always been able to hold on.
So it should still be able to last for a long time.” Soundman was relatively optimistic about this.
“Then let me tell you: they will not survive past half a year before they are wiped out.” Lucian glanced at Soundman’s increasingly grim face and continued.
“Then take a guess at who will do it?
What kind of people would forcibly bring you civilization, and then call it Manifest Destiny?”
Soundman shouted loudly: “That’s impossible!
My tribe won’t have any trouble!”
“You actually already believe it, don’t you?
If you go back now, you can at least save your sister.
With your newly acquired power, you and your sister can definitely survive.
Anyway, I don’t see that the rest of the tribesmen are that important to you.
They even wanted to punish you before.” Lucian’s voice was like a poisonous snake tempting Eve.
“How could you know these things?” Soundman was clearly starting to become flustered now.
It was impossible for this person to know him so well, as if he were watching everything.
“Think carefully about your sister.
She believed in you so much.
Even knowing that all of this was impossible, she still gave you the ancestral gemstone.
Perhaps she was hoping you could leave that place of certain death?” This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Soundman’s speech became very agitated: “What do you know?
Why do you know these things?” It was clear he was starting to break down; sure enough, his sister was his weak spot.
“Now you understand what we are actually fighting over, don’t you?
All of this was, of course, told to me by God.
Your tribe is about to be destroyed.
If you die here, then in one month, everything you value will disappear, including your sister.
She will die harboring the hope that you won the race and found happiness, not knowing that you had long since died in the wilderness.”
Lucian spoke to himself with pious eyes as if he were a charlatan, and besides, Soundman had no power to resist now anyway.
Soundman, on the other hand, calmed down at this moment.
Although this Easterner in front of him was acting strange, he wouldn’t kill him, which surely meant he had his own needs.
Being alive itself had value to him.
“Why are you willing to let me go?” Since he needed him to be alive, he surely wouldn’t mind if he had offended him.
And he would surely be willing to answer his questions.
“Although you are not my friend, there is someone who will definitely become your enemy.
And that person happens to be my enemy.”
“I will not help you deal with The President; he has the entire country standing behind him.” Soundman used his hands to prop himself up and replied.
“Once you have nothing left, you naturally won’t fear any potential retaliation.”
Soundman frowned and asked: “Whose Corpse is it that you are seizing?
What kind of power does it have?” He felt that if the God he spoke of truly had Divine Power, then the Corpse must be able to save his tribesmen.
Lucian did not answer his question but continued: “Go, while there is still a chance.
Go quickly and save your sister.
Afterwards, go and ask The President to get things clear.
I hope you can live until that time.”
“What if I keep following you?”
“Then you will lose your sister.
From now on, every moment is precious.
I hope that when your tribe is destroyed, you can make it back in time, rather than missing it by a day, or an hour.” Lucian ignored the retaliation in Soundman’s words.
Seeing that Lucian was truly unwilling to answer his questions, Soundman forced himself to Stand up despite the pain in his body, and then began running in the direction of his hometown.
Before leaving, he left behind one sentence: “If what you said is true, I will find a way to repay your kindness later.”