"How do the kingdom's people stationed in Cuba interact with the simple Taino people?"
Upon hearing this question, Priest Tomate stroked his chin, roughly guessing Chiwaco's stance. As for the old militiaman's soft-heartedness, he neither approved nor disapproved in his heart. He glanced around the surrounding woods, his eyes flickering with a burning ambition!
To his south lay the sprawling iron ore and sparse, low-lying woods. To his north, beyond the hills two miles away, stretched a flat and expansive coastal plain. The plains were covered in tall grass, affected by hurricanes, the trees were not tall. And beneath the tall grass was easily tillable fertile land. Coastal fertile land, along with the iron ore belt, several interwoven streams and rivers, and excellent coastal transportation conditions... Undoubtedly, whether for farming, mining, or trade, this was truly a "fertile land"!
