Chapter 157: Legend: Everly’s Money-Making Plan
After the ritual ceremony ended, the mist that had shrouded the valley gradually dispersed, and the rustling, restless branches returned to calm.
What appeared before everyone’s eyes was a giant banyan tree full of vigorous life. Apart from some burnt ash still remaining in the soil on the ground, one could almost believe that the earlier fire had never happened at all.
The old priestess, Nava, rested for a moment on the altar before slowly standing up with exhaustion and walking over to Everly.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting, child. Please come to my tent, we’ll talk slowly.”
Everly nodded. She got up to leave, but then remembered the masked men who had been tied up and felt uneasy.
“What about them?” she asked.
These people had seen the sacred tree. Leaving them alone definitely wasn’t an option. Given the mentality of white ranchers, they might even get the idea of cutting down the sacred tree just to make the Indigenous people suffer. But if they were killed, their families would never let it go. The Winton people were already heavily discriminated against locally; if they were also implicated in a murder case, Everly couldn’t even imagine how miserable their future lives would become.
In short, these white men were all hot potatoes.
The old priestess gave a strained smile, her expression somewhat cold.