"Clang!…"
"Longevity Heaven above! It's an iron pot! It's actually a precious big Iron Pot!! That Lord over there actually rewarded me with a big Iron Pot? I'm not dreaming, am I?… What's in this bag? Ah! Salt?? A whole bag of white salt?!… What is this supposed to be? A bride-price for my daughter? What a rare, generous Lord Leader!…"
At this moment, Bone's excited face showed undisguised delight. He knelt down and returned the salute to Aguda's "generous goodwill." Then he hugged up the heavy salt bag, hoisted the big Iron Pot, and ran toward the tribal Bow Cavalry formation outside the stockade, still looking back as he ran, afraid of being shot by the other side's Bow and Arrow. Before he left, Ali hurriedly shouted a couple of sentences in Mongolian.
"Longevity Heaven above! Bring over two Jurchen Translator! We are the Jurchen Tribe under the ten-thousand-household commander… Did you understand?"
"Ah! Praise Longevity Heaven!…"
