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Chapter 381 Wayne is kidnapped (Seeking monthly votes)

Church boarding school?

Wayne narrowed his eyes, and a lot of thoughts instantly came to mind.

In 1879, the United States began to forcibly establish so-called official church boarding schools with the aim of eliminating Native American races and cultures. Native Americans were forced to send their children to these boarding schools, or their parents would be severely punished.

Between 1819 and 1969, during the period of large-scale implementation, hundreds of thousands of Indigenous children were sent to schools.

Many tribal treaties, under federal coercion, included mandatory education provisions. Federal Indian affairs officials could arrest parents who refused to send their children to school, and many were sentenced to 20 years in prison simply for not allowing their children to attend mandatory boarding schools.

Once you enter a mandatory boarding school, it's basically like being in prison. Not only do you have to shave your head and wear white uniforms, but you'll also be whipped and confined if you speak your native language. You'll be forced to do unpaid labor as farmhands or servants for white people.

Many Native American children were abused, starved, sexually assaulted, and raped, and a large number of children died.

Wayne nodded slightly, having basically understood how Clara's great-grandfather BoJack had disappeared.

He then asked Ballard, "Ballard, my friend, does the Mukshott tribe have a church boarding school?"

Ballard nodded, sighed, and said, "There used to be a church boarding school, but it was closed long ago for historical reasons and is now a museum."

Ballard then gave Wayne a detailed account of the museum's location.

"Mr. Wayne, the situation on the reservation is far too complicated. Criminal gangs from South America have infiltrated the reservation, and I have always felt that the entire Mukchott Reservation has been under the curse of America for a long time—please be careful."

"This curse comes from that damned Mayflower. From the day the American colonies were established, it has been cursing the Native Americans across the continent, and it will not disappear until the Native Americans are completely extinct."

Wayne nodded and said, "Of course, Ballard, there is only one way to remove this curse from America."

Ballard paused, then asked, "Sir, you mean—"

The methods of a powerful healer must be methods that can truly lift the curse.

Ballard had no doubt about this.

Then the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him slowly said, "Let America burn, and the curse will be broken."

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Ballard shuddered, staring at Wayne in disbelief, and said, "Revered Great Healer, you mean—"

Wayne's expression was gentle, and he didn't say anything more.

Ballard was deeply shaken by what Wayne had said, and felt that he still had a long way to go on his spiritual journey.

"Sir, if you need my strength, I will answer your call at any time."

He then prostrated himself before Wayne once more in reverence before rising to bid him farewell.

He understood that he was just a shaman apprentice and his power was far too weak.

Even if they wanted to assist the powerful spiritual healer before them, they simply didn't have the ability.

As Ballard left, another gasp of surprise erupted outside the tent.

A highly respected old shaman was defeated just like that.

Moreover, the satisfied look on his face as he left the tent, as humble as a primary school student, only fueled further speculation.

The calm voice of the black-haired, black-eyed man came from inside the tent again: "Next."

Raphael made a gesture with an arrogant expression, and immediately one of the indigenous people who was in line crawled into the tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, the indigenous man knelt down in front of Wayne with a thud, begging for his forgiveness.

It turns out that this person had mocked Wayne during the battle just now.

Seeing that even the old shaman Ballard had returned defeated and was even willing to accept the teachings of this Wayne Saint Shaman, the man immediately felt uneasy.

They were terrified of angering the other party and being cursed.

To his surprise, the Wayne Saint Shaman in front of him not only did not blame him, but also reached out to bless him, exorcise evil spirits, and remove his illness.

The man was immediately moved to tears and left, thanking the woman profusely.

Immediately afterwards, the patients who remained after the shamanic duel entered the tent one by one.

They could either apologize to Wayne or express their admiration.

Then, to everyone's almost unanimous shock and astonishment, Wayne performed an exorcism and blessing.

Soon, the remaining fifteen natives had all received Wayne's blessing.

Raphael lifted the tent flap and said, "Godfather, the line outside is empty. Do you think we should end today's blessings?"

Wayne got up, stretched, and stepped out of the tent. He saw that the once bustling park was now much emptier.

Most people left on their own after the shamanic duel ended.

After all, only a few people have the courage to pay respects to a powerful spiritual healer in person. Most people are afraid that their disrespect will anger Wayne, so they run away immediately.

Tatanka then approached, looking apologetic, and said, "Sir, it's my fault for not doing a good job of communication beforehand, causing those people to disturb you. I'm so sorry—"

Wayne patted him on the shoulder and said, "Tatanka, my friend, this wasn't your fault. I've achieved my goal. You can go back now. Also—"

Wayne glanced at Olivia, who was clinging tightly to Tatanka's arm, and then said, "If you two are going to get married, be sure to tell me. I'd like to officiate your wedding."

Tatanka was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly replied, "Of course, sir! This is exactly what I've been hoping for; it's very important to me—"

He then left, expressing his deepest gratitude.

After Tatanka left, only Wayne and Raphael remained in the park.

After a busy day, it was already evening, and once again, drunken figures could be seen staggering on the street.

"Godfather, where are we going next?" Raphael asked Wayne. "This Indian reservation is not worth your time. I think you can leave it to me. In a place like this, money and violence are always effective."

Wayne shook his head and said, "No, Raphael, I want to show this land my full sincerity."

His goal this time was to bring peace to those wronged souls and thus gain the shamanic beast-controlling skill.

According to the system prompts, one must show sufficient respect to this spiritual land; otherwise, it may not be effective.

Raphael sighed and said nothing more.

The Godfather was a true saint, a benevolent saint like Jesus Christ.

He was proud of it, yet felt it was unfair to the Godfather.

The two then walked out of the park, intending to find a place like an Indian restaurant to fill their stomachs.

Just as they reached a corner in the park, several burly men walked towards them, chatting idly.

Raphael frowned and reached into his robes.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

The men simultaneously raised their hands, pointing their guns at Wayne and Raphael in front of them!

In that split second, Raphael also drew his pistol and aimed it at the men in front of him.

"You son of a bitch, put down your gun!" shouted the leader, a man with a buzz cut, at Raphael.

He then stepped forward abruptly, pressing the pistol directly in front of Wayne's face, and yelled at Raphael, "Get out of the way right now, or I'll shoot! We only want this fucking shaman!"

"Put down your gun, you filthy thieves, you have no idea what terrible mistakes you're making!" Raphael remained unmoved, his face as cold as ice, and pointed his gun at the leader, a man with a buzz cut.

However, the other men were also pointing their guns at him, and the situation became tense, with the possibility of a firefight at any moment.

Sensing Raphael's anger, a gaunt man with a row of earrings cracked his neck and said, "Hey friend, this has nothing to do with you. We just want him. Why don't you just leave?"

Wayne remained calm, sighed, and looked at Raphael, saying, "Raphael, let's go. I think we might have to use your strategy."

Raphael paused, then raised his gun and said, "But, Godfather—"

Wayne said in an unquestionable tone, "Let's go."

Raphael frowned, gritted his teeth, and slowly retreated, gun in hand.

He retreated until he reached the bushes at the bend, then suddenly turned to the side and ran away.

Seeing that Raphael, who was carrying a gun, had left, the remaining thugs breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them quickly searched Wayne.

"This damn Jesus wasn't carrying any weapons at all; he's no threat."

After searching the man with the earring, he looked up and said.

The man with the buzz cut who was leading the group nodded, clearly expecting this.

After making sure there were no dangerous weapons, the men escorted Wayne out of the park and to the roadside. They pushed Wayne into a minivan, closed the door, started the engine, and drove away.

After these people left with Wayne, an old man wearing sunglasses emerged from the bushes not far away. His face was solemn. It was Vito, whose eye disease had just been cured by Wayne.

He murmured, "Ancestral spirits above, how dare these bastards treat a true shaman like this—what should I do—"

Call the police? The police will only give you the runaround.

It might even alert the bandits and harm that gentleman.

Thinking of this, Vito touched the Blood Gang necklace around his neck.

He didn't know if his old friends would still help, but he had to try.

This is Wayne Shaman, who saved his life. He cannot stand by and watch the other person fall into danger; he must do everything in his power to rescue this compassionate shaman.

This will also be his path to redemption.

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 29.8% + 1.5%).

[Experience points +15]