Werner found a plausible explanation.
But this was what made him most despairing—
As a high and mighty raider, he was well aware of how he treated the Inca people.
Once he relied on high-handed displays of force with sharp blades and guns, wantonly slaughtering and plundering, tormenting those yellow-skinned indigenous people.
Now facing the same high and mighty enemy, thinking of his own atrocities, he couldn't help but feel that Hell might soon descend upon him, as shadows of pain enveloped him.
...
His mind was racing, and Werner had already lost the courage to resist.
If he had a matchlock gun in his hand, he might still have a fighting chance.
But with just this knife, he couldn't possibly handle the enemy who hadn't even shown themselves yet, and instead he pondered how he might escape alive.
Now he had given up all dreams of getting rich and becoming a noble, only hoping to flee with his life.
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