"Hmm..."
"What's wrong, Baron?"
"Ah, Vicente."
At Vicente's words, Raleigh seems to come to his senses and puts down the tablet he was fiddling with.
Between them, a campfire was burning, and the walls and ceiling of the wigwam (traditional Pennacook dwelling made of tree bark) were enveloping them cozily.
"No, I was just... amazed."
Raleigh couldn't take his eyes off the tablet he had put down.
Inside it was written a long list.
Numerous tribes, tribal confederations, and the names and ranks of their chiefs and grand chiefs were listed.
That's right.
Names and "ranks."
"It's truly amazing. How could our leader have thought of such a thing..."
"Isn't he a person who transcends ordinary wisdom? Surely, the one who sits beside the Lord's throne sees what people cannot see and knows what people do not know."
"Even so, isn't it truly astonishing?"
Raleigh still couldn't forget each and every one of his amazing words.
"Remember. Bronze, Pure Silver, Gold, Platinum."
