Aztec Eternals

The cold wind blows, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard tremble in the cold. The soldier's downy feathers swayed silently, and the scene was momentarily chilling.

Ticarlo looked at Shirault's suddenly tall back, and for the first time felt fear in his heart. He struggled futilely in the hands of the samurai, and shouted desperately.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Let me go! I am a close friend of the Orosh Warrior Commander. Since I saw you two years ago, I have been sincere to you! The **** of war can learn from you!"

Hearing the Mayan merchant's plea for mercy and the God of War's oath, Shilot frowned slightly. The other party is full of nonsense, and the psychological defense line is still solid.

He put away his smile, turned around expressionlessly, and looked at the businessman coldly.

"Oh? You're Mr. Oloshi's best friend? But he told me that you're a total profiteer. Ever since he smoked a bag of your cigarettes when he was young, he's never paid back the money he owes. . Today, I took your life here, and let the teacher's account be written off!"

Tikalo's face froze, and the chill grew. He struggled to swing his slender head, and defended loudly.

"Your Highness wise! Interest is always charged for things lent out. Besides, I have never asked Orosh for principal and interest over the years. I swear by Feathered Serpent God, I have always been a good host!"

Tikalo sincerely swears by the great feathered snake **** Kukulkan, which is the most important belief of the Mayans and is rarely violated. Because it is true. Although big businessmen like to lend usury, they also depend on the person to accept usury.

Since Orosh served as the knight commander of the Holy City, he has never mentioned anything about the money he owes. Every time he meets, he borrows some tobacco to Orosh, and tries his best to keep in touch. Of course, the bill is always remembered, and the monthly interest is exactly the same. If the samurai chief has an accident in the future and his status is not guaranteed, the small books still have to be taken out.

Shiloh shook his head calmly. He didn't speak, just watched Tikalo being dragged to the high altar.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Spare my life! This, I, Olosh's account is written off!"

Standing on the high platform of sacrifice, looking at the mottled bloodstains in the past, Tikalo was like duckweed in the wind, and his legs trembled. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and shouted.

Shiloh looked at Ticarlo's expression carefully, but the other party's expression was only slightly panic. He shook his head again and spoke slowly.

"Well, the account is written off. But the Lord God loves rare fruits, and he still has to sacrifice those who pick them to serve Him in the kingdom of God. You said, you picked them yourself?"

Tikaro's head of wisdom moved quickly. Hearing the boy's loose tone, he moved slightly in his heart and hurriedly shouted.

"No, I told the servant to pick it up. It's the old servant at the door! He will replace me and dedicate himself to the gods!"

Hearing this, the old servant at the door trembled for a while, and said nothing, just nodded silently. The big businessman is extremely wealthy and insecure, and he always keeps servants and guards who are willing to die. A thousand days of nursing is to be used at this time.

Shulot ignored it. He just scolded solemnly.

"Tikalo, isn't the precious fruit you picked with your own hands? How dare you deceive me!"

"Yes, ah! No... This, although I didn't do it myself, but my admiration for you remains the same!"

Tikalo was firmly held down on his hands and feet and laid flat on the sacrificial altar. His body kept shaking, he desperately lit his divine head, and his speech was still coherent.

Shiloh pondered for a moment and pondered slightly.

"If that's the case, then only offer precious fruits to God."

The samurai left and right let go, and the Mayan merchant was relieved. He got up from the ground and smiled.

"Your Highness, you are so majestic and funny! The joke just now almost scared me to death."

Hearing the businessman's words, Shilot frowned slightly and his eyes turned cold.

With a solemn expression on his face again, he took the longbow from the attendant, took the obsidian arrow, and aimed it at Ticarlo's chest. The samurai on the left and right also raised their sharp sticks and aimed at the vital points of the merchant. The Mayan merchant was like a frog stared at by a snake, standing still and motionless in an instant. The boundary between life and death blurred in an instant, and sweat dripped from his back.

"Sacrifice precious fruits. Let the Lord God decide your fate!"

Shilot took aim for a moment and lowered his bow. From the businessman's gift, he picked a cactus fruit the size of a fist, and after thinking about his archery skills, he replaced it with a pineapple the size of a human head. Then, he motioned the guards to put the pineapple on top of the merchant's head.

The head of the Mayan merchant was slender and with a rounded sloping arc, and the pineapple could not be placed stably.

The young man's heart was stagnant, and he shouted in awe.

"Hold it up with your hands! Hold it steady! Falling down is to destroy the ritual of sacrifice, and it is a death penalty!"

Tikalo supported the pineapple with both hands and then his head. Three points form the triangle of fate. Under the fate, he was trembling and wanted to cry without tears.

Shulot is extremely majestic. He raised his bow again and gestured to aim for a long time. After looking at the size of the target, he took a few steps forward and gestured again for a while. The sweat of the Mayan merchants had soaked their clothes, dripping from the corners of their clothes on the altar, soaking the blood of the sacrifice.

Shirlot looked again not far away, the normally distributed target. The Mayan businessman had been watching the boy, but at this time he also turned his eyes and aimed at the human-shaped target beside him. Then, his legs shook violently, and he frantically prayed to Feathered Serpent God.

Shilot found a touch again, and finally coughed lightly.

"Cough, Bertard. I want to communicate with the gods and ask for their attention, and the sacrifice ceremony will be left to you. Let's see the choice of fate! Shoot more accurately."

The last sentence, the boy lowered his voice, only the two of them could hear it.

Bertard's mouth twitched slightly. He nodded quietly, half-drawn his longbow, and aimed carefully. After thinking about the past experience, I moved up a little bit.

Tikalo was shaking like a sieve, and his legs were weak. Sweat dripped from his forehead, slid across his cheeks and neck, with the rich aroma of pineapple, as if fascinated.

Time is as long as a century. Then, the bow trembled with a "hum", and an arrow with a "whoosh" came, and then with a "bang", the pineapple exploded and the juice splashed.

The Mayan merchant shivered with fear. The impact of the bow and arrow pulled him back, and his weak legs could no longer stand firm. He fell back suddenly, his hands still did not dare to let go, the juice of the pineapple flowed down his slender forehead, slipped over his breathless nose, and fell into his dry mouth.

Tikalo tasted it subconsciously. The sweet and sour pineapple juice is the taste of fate and the beauty of the afterlife. He looked at Shiloh again, and his face was already filled with fear that could not be concealed.

Shirault carefully observed the businessman's expression. He nodded secretly, his guard finally broke, casting the shadow of the king.

So, the boy smiled and moved forward. He pulled up his old acquaintance from the ground and said comfortably.

"Tikalo, the gods have made a choice. The guilt of your deception is forgiven, and now you are my guest!"

The Mayan merchant was in a cold sweat. His mood has not calmed down, but Nuonuo is speechless.

Afterwards, Shilot asked the merchant to bring brand-new clothes and put them on. Pulling him again, he entered the hall and sat opposite him.

The warriors put away their weapons and guarded inside and outside the hall. The attendants brought cocoa drinks, tequila liqueur, honey sweet water, and delicious snacks.

"Come on, Ticarlo. Drink this cup full and thank the Lord God for his blessing! Fate has made us meet!" Sherlot drank the cocoa. This is his favorite flavor, hot cocoa with honey.

As a businessman, Tikalo can only drink tequila. He looked at the smiling boy, and his mood was complicated. The once ignorant young priest has grown into a big man who is life and death, and a sharp-edged figure.

He silently recalled for a moment, secretly blaming himself. He was influenced by his past memories, and with contempt for the young man, he lost the prudence to face the Venerable. But sitting opposite is no longer a child, but the heir of a powerful empire.

When Ticaro thought of this, the memory of the past was completely blurred and dissipated in his mind. Only an arrow that pierces the heart is left, like the power that the king cannot resist.

The Mayan merchant moved his lips, and finally just bowed and saluted.

"Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you for the blessing of the Lord God!"

Shuluo nodded and smiled lightly. He looked at the businessman solemnly.

"Tikalo, what are you asking for this time? But it doesn't matter."

The businessman opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and then sighed.

"Your Highness. This time I came here to propose commercial law to you, but now I don't dare to say anything."

"Very good. Let's talk about something else then."

Hearing the businessman's frankness, Shulot was quite satisfied. Immediately, he looked serious and asked in a deep voice.

"Where did your bronze battle axe come from? Could there be more?"

Tikalo's face froze, and he subconsciously wanted to fool him. He raised his head and saw the expression on the boy's face. The experience just now resurfaced, and his body trembled slightly. The businessman paused, but still told his secret.

"The bronze battle axe came from the Tarasco loose southern city-state. The Patzcuaro Lake District was the center of Tarasco rule, where the copper mines were tightly controlled. However, from the lake capital, along the Balthus The river goes all the way west, through the territory of the Jontars, deep into the Wetamo Mountains in the south of the Tarrascos, and there are still a large number of open pit copper mines.

Wetamo is south of the Balsas River. Impoverished mountain tribes have been secretly mining these copper mines. They would make bronze utensils and sell them through foreign merchants in exchange for various expensive luxuries. The sixty bronze battle axes I brought came from the most southern tribes. It is farthest from the Tarasco capital of Qin Congcan, and the tribe is the most courageous, even daring to forge bronze weapons for sale.

I used to go there to meet with tribal leaders. There are still many striped copper mines in the mountains, but there are no bronze weapons. After all, the mountain tribes in the south have a limited number of people, mining and casting are extremely labor-intensive activities, and their scale has not been large. It is probably because of this that the capital Qin Congcan turns a blind eye to the border mountains. "

Sherlot thought carefully. Wetamo Mountains, Copper Mine. Um, who mentioned it to me? He looked at Bertard, who was guarding him.

Bertard nodded seriously.

"I've been there. The mountains there are full of colorful gilt ores. However, the terrain in the mountains is steep, there are many forests, and the people of the mountains are extremely agile and flexible. It is not suitable for army conquests."

Shilot pondered for a moment. This kind of thing is the most convenient for businessmen to do. He looked at Tikalo, solemn and majestic.

"Tikalo, I need more copper mines. Are you willing to buy copper mines from Wetamobang for me? There is no shortage of craftsmen in the alliance. How much pure copper ore is needed? The price is right, bronze weapons and bronze utensils All of them are also required. I will increase the price by 20% and give you the goods from the alliance.

If you are willing to serve the alliance, the alliance will list you as a secret military intelligence businessman and provide you with various benefits and conveniences to ensure your safety in the alliance. I will also provide you with elite warriors and sturdy ships.

In the name of the patron saint, I promise that as long as you collect enough copper mines and intelligence, you can become a military noble of the alliance! And once you have made great achievements, you can become a hereditary noble of the alliance and pass it on from generation to generation on the fief! "

Hearing this, Tikalo raised his head suddenly. His eyes flashed, and a strong desire jumped in his heart. As a big businessman who has no worries about food and clothing, his greatest wish is to obtain a fief, truly become a member of the ruling class, and get rid of the fate of life and death!

He subconsciously touched the head of his wisdom, feeling the smooth feel, the sacred arc. His turbulent mood slowly calmed down. In the mighty Mexica Confederation, he was nothing more than a baseless and odd-shaped alien with no other divine kind in sight. Even if you really have a fief here, how can you integrate into the ruling class? As long as there is a little turbulence, it will be the first to overturn.

Ticarlo's thoughts fluctuated, struggling alternately between reason and emotion. After a while, he sighed faintly.

"Your Highness. The wise turtle should belong to the boundless salt water outside the Yucatan jungle. How could he survive under the kisses of countless crocodiles in the freshwater lakes of the Mexican plateau?"

Hearing the merchant's refusal, Shulot was slightly surprised. He looked at Tikalo carefully again, feeling the wisdom of the other party in his heart, but there was killing intent in his eyes.

Tikalo shuddered, and his reason returned completely. He bowed his head respectfully again.

"His Royal Highness, I am happy to serve you. After the New Year, I will set off to buy copper mines at Weta Mobang at a reasonable price. As for military information, my servants can't control themselves. Mouth. He will tell the great Venerable after returning to the capital of the lake."

Shulot's expression remained unchanged, and he shook his head slightly. This one-sided service relationship was not what he had hoped for. Without solid common interests, it is impossible to truly conquer the merchants in front of them, and it is impossible for the other party to make every effort to complete the mission of the alliance.

He pondered for a moment again, then spoke slowly.

"Tikalo, you are a wise man. My ambition is in the world. As long as you are truly loyal to me, I will promise you a satisfactory future. Remember that you came from Tutursh, the rich land of cotton?

Then do you want to go back to Yucatan and become a Mayan noble lord? Sooner or later, the warriors of Mexica set foot on the shores of Yucatan. With the support of tens of thousands of Mexica legions, you will become a noble Kalomut, like the claw of the mythical king Jaguar! "

Tikalo's eyes flashed again. Desire throbbed violently in his chest, and the past glory of the family was recorded in the verses of inheritance, recited in his mind over and over again. He looked at the solemn face of Shulot again, feeling the sincerity of the young man and the murderous intention hidden behind the sincerity.

After a long time, the Mayan merchant finally lowered his sacred head. He closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

"I am willing to serve you, my king."

Tikalo took off the crown of silver ornaments on his head, revealing a complete slender head, and performed an ancient noble etiquette.

"I swear by Kukulkan, the Quetzalcoatl Serpent God, that I, Tikalo of the Holy Cocom family, will be your feather and help you soar in the sky!"

Seeing the businessman who was kneeling in front of him, Scholot smiled slightly. In the smile, there is the splendor of a teenager, and the calmness of a king.