If the tribal Elder had not lied, then there would be a powerful indigenous Kingdom here, far from comparable to the loose, weak tribes of the Gold Coast.
Bruno took over the leaf, a type of plant leaf he had never seen before. He sniffed the elongated leaf, which bore a special fragrance. He looked around, and saw many natives wearing grass skirts woven from this kind of leaf. But when he finally opened the leaf with great expectations, inside were small clumps of baked mosquito cakes!
Bruno felt extremely disgusted in his heart. He rewrapped the leaf and stored it away, but his face carried a radiant smile. Since the other party possessed sufficient military force, there was a foundation for friendship between them.
The meeting ended in a friendly and sincere atmosphere, then they bid each other reluctant goodbyes, with the native warriors clustering around the village Elder, warmly sending off the large ship and the pale-skinned foreigners as they left.