Aztec Eternals

"Come here, your esteemed highness has spoken, everyone will return to their seats and continue drinking!"

The Mountain Patriarch of the Glory Clan, Izel, put on a smile and commanded loudly.

"Let the Vastek dancer come over and dance a little. Then play the music, then dance!"

Soon, the charming Vastek girl came to the middle of the banquet wearing a naked shell. They happily stretched their waists, lightly tiptoed their toes, and danced a fantastic cat dance.

The atmosphere in the field was once again happy. The western nobles watched the dance, chatted, laughed and drank, as if nothing had happened. From time to time, someone would come forward, toast the king, congratulate him a few words, and then naturally withdraw.

"The Lord God blesses the alliance, and the king shines in all directions! The esteemed King Avit has sent messengers to all the states, calling the nobles to visit the capital and participate in the celebration. Your Highness, your wedding soon will become a grand event for the Glory Alliance!"

Iselle raised his glass, bowed his head, and drank it down.

"Congratulations to His Highness!"

Hearing this, Shulot pursed his lips, a smile appeared on his face, and his heart was full of expectations. He raised the glass, nodded with a smile, and drank the remaining wine in the glass, but his expression became solemn.

"Izel, congratulations to you too! Farewell to the west, your bravery is unforgettable. When we meet again, your face is already clear, and your eyes are as sharp as falcons!"

Hearing these words with deep meaning, Iszel hesitated slightly. The meaning of his name is "dark eyes, blurred face". The difficulties of being a concubine in the past came to mind, and he never regretted the choice that night. Now, a new choice is in front of you.

After a long silence, Iser made a choice again. He calmly stepped forward and approached within two steps of Shirott. Then, in Bertard's wary eyes, the young Mountain Patriarch whispered indistinctly.

"His Royal Highness, Captain Husok... The death of Tepetel... is the plan of the Alliance Intelligence Corps... Chief Intelligence Officer."

Hearing this, Shilot nodded lightly. The answer did not surprise him. Seeing Shirot's calm expression, Izel gritted his teeth and continued to remind.

"His Royal Highness, my admiration for you has never changed! Chief intelligence officer of the female snake... If you are interested in your little highness... Please be careful!"

"Huh? Are you interested in Your Highness?"

Shirot raised his brows and remained silent. The only ones who can afford the title of "Little Highness" are the son of the late King Asaya Cartel, the thirteen-year-old Montezuma II this year, and the eight-year-old Chimarpili II, the son of Avit. There is no doubt that Gilliam intended the latter, that is, Alyssa's younger brother. And the so-called "intentional"...

After thinking for a moment, Shilot nodded calmly. He reached out and patted Izel on the shoulder.

"Izel, my appreciation for you has never changed! God bless you!"

"The Lord God bless!"

The two toasted and drank together, and the conversation became a little more intimate. Shirot recalled his previous confusion and asked softly.

"The high priest has a generous temperament and has always been on good terms with the western nobles. Why are people so afraid?"

"..."

Hearing Kuan Ren's evaluation, Iszel was speechless for a moment. He looked at His Highness's puzzled expression and bowed his head to answer respectfully.

"His Royal Highness, the high priest is in charge of the teaching law, implements reforms, and takes the teaching power from all parts of the alliance to the capital. It is quite effective now! In the past three years, no less than two or three of the great nobles and priest families in the alliance have been ordered to be exterminated for violating the teachings. Ten families. In the western city-state, there are also five families destroyed... and the title of the high priest in the alliance is 'the **** setting sun, the sacrificer of the gods'..."

"Ah? The blood-colored setting sun, the sacrificer of the gods..."

Shulot's eyes widened, and it was difficult for him to accept it for a while. He couldn't connect the kind and kind grandfather in his memory with the ruthless high priest in Iszel's mouth. But he was soberly aware that if the alliance's religious law and centralized reforms were to be effective, they had to be stained with the blood of the old nobles. And at the banquet, the reaction of the western nobles really proved this...

Shirott returned to his seat and sat down, thinking silently, and stopped talking. Iszel also turned around and sat down, ordered the maid to deliver fresh fruit, chatted and laughed with the surrounding nobles, and maintained the atmosphere in the field.

The cheerful bamboo flute was blown, surrounded by extravagant dance music, and before you knew it, it was already dark. When the maids once again delivered carefully prepared cocoa, the banquet came to an end. Many nobles raised their glasses and drank together and prayed to the emblem of the main god.

"Praise the Lord God, drink this cup full! He blesses the alliance and promises us Mexicans to be above all the tribes in the world!"

Iser, as the master, raised his glass with a smile and shouted.

"Pray for the Lord! May He bless us!"

"Pray for the Lord! May He bless us!"

Many nobles shouted together. Shirott smiled and raised his glass, his eyes swept across the field. For the prayer of the Lord God, all of them were sincere and sincere, very respectful and solemn.

"Praise the elder, drink this cup full! He is the immortal sun, and will always shine on the Mexica Alliance, go through the next reincarnation, and ignite the sacred fire of the sacred mountain!"

Izel paused and praised sincerely.

"Pray for the elder! May he always be healthy!"

"Pray for the elder! May he always be healthy!"

According to the alliance calendar, a cycle is 52 years. The start of the previous cycle was 1454, and the next cycle was 1506. Although the news of the elder's serious illness was vaguely circulating among the nobles, most of the nobles still stubbornly believed that the elder would be healthy again as many times before.

Shulott nodded. For the prayers of the elders, the nobles have seven parts reverence and three parts fear on their faces.

"Praise the king, drink this cup full! He is the supreme king, who will lead the entire alliance, embark on the path of prosperity, and rule all the tribes in the world!"

With a solemn expression, Iselle turned to face east.

"Congratulations to the king! May he rule the world!"

The Western nobles present did not respond immediately. Everyone looked at each other, until several noble elders took the lead, and they turned to the east one after another.

"Congratulations to the king! May he rule the world!"

Sherlot saw everything in his eyes. For the celebration of King Avet, the nobles were five points of awe, three points of obedience, and two points of hidden dissatisfaction. The source of this dissatisfaction is the centralization reform of the king. Whether it is the priests who go to villages around the world, the successive collection of business taxes, or the interference in the inheritance of the nobility, it all means damage to the interests of the great nobility.

These contradictions were temporarily suppressed by the powerful center, and were constantly eased through wars and transfers, maintaining the surface calm.

"If the elders go to the kingdom of God, will the real power nobles in various places still be so obedient?"

Shilot lowered his eyes, thinking silently, until Iselle came again.

Iselle raised his glass and saluted His Royal Highness, making Sherlot the center of the banquet.

"Praise Your Highness, drink this cup full! He is the invincible commander and the future sun of the Alliance. The grand ceremony is coming, let us celebrate His Highness's wedding!"

Everyone gathered around, with smiles on their faces. At this moment, His Highness is close at hand, and the faces of the nobles are naturally very joy and sincerity!

"Congratulations to His Royal Highness! I wish you and the princess to lead the alliance side by side to a more glorious future!..."

At noon the next day, Shulot woke up from his deep sleep. He suddenly opened his eyes and was relieved to see the warrior chief standing by the door. Yesterday, I drank too much. Although the tequila at this time was not high in concentration, I could still drink people down after drinking it repeatedly.

Shirot shook his head with a wry smile, rubbed his eyebrows, and looked at the samurai chief.

"Did I say anything I shouldn't have said last night?"

Bertard smiled and shook his head.

"His Royal Highness, no. When you were drunk, you didn't say anything. You just seemed to be reciting some syllables, some indistinguishable... scriptures?" Gu

"Huh? Cadence, indistinguishable scriptures?"

Shilot was stunned and had some vague guesses.

"Yes. There is one sentence that is repeated over and over again. I have written down the big concept dozens of times."

Bertard opened his mouth with a smile, repeating the "scripture" that he couldn't understand but could remember.

"...The so-called Yiren is on the water side~ The so-called Yiren is on the water side!~~"

"Uh..."

"By the way, there is another sentence behind it, but it can be understood."

Bertard curled his lips and repeated in a low voice.

"The so-called Yiren is on the water side. Alyssa, here I come!~"

"what?..."

"Your Highness, what is the meaning of this verse?"

Hearing this, Shilot was a little embarrassed, and replied reluctantly.

"The meaning of that sentence is to pray to the Lord God, may the wedding go well!"

"Okay. Your Highness, I remember."

"..."

Easy time is always short. Shilot did not stay in the western city-state for too long. At noon on the third day, at the **** of Iselle, he boarded the galley warship, led three thousand guards again, and headed for Lake Texcoco, a hundred or two hundred miles away.

A few days later, the waves of Lake Texcoco flashed again in front of the king's eyes. Lake Texcoco is the heart of the league and the most prosperous in the Mexica Valley.

Along the way, the surrounding villages are full of people, and the business trips on the lake are intertwined. Gorgeous flowers bloom on the islands in the lake, which are the gardens of the nobles. Large tracts of Milpa farmland are green on the shore of the lake, and farmers are busy in the fields from time to time. Rich chinampa floating fields alternate on the lake, planted with expensive herbs, cocoa and spices. Everything in front of everyone is full of the prosperity of early summer.

From Lake Texcoco, the kingdom fleet turned south. When the sun sets in the west, the holy city of Teotihuacan appears to the east of the lake shore, dozens of miles away.

Sherlot ordered the ship to stop. He boarded the land on the east bank of the Lake District and looked at his hometown in this lifetime. Memories of childhood come to mind, making people feel a little emotional for no reason. Soon, twilight is approaching, and the golden red rays of light cover the lake. Shulot took three hundred guards, found a village by the lake, and rested for the night on the land close to his hometown.

Compared to the villages of Lake Patzcuaro, the villages on Lake Texcoco are noticeably more prosperous. In addition to the barns, there are many stone houses and many small wooden houses in the village.

When His Royal Highness arrived, several "three elders" in charge of the village greeted him respectfully and bowed down to the ground. According to the tradition of the alliance, one is the village priest, the other is the village chief, and the other two are worthy warriors or militia leaders.

With a gentle expression, Xiulote comforted the "three old men" a few words. Afterwards, he invited the young village priest Yoroki to inspect the village together.

A statue of the main **** is erected in the center of the village. Under the statue is a stone altar, on which is placed some natural rosin, fragrant herbs, dried bacon, and some pieces of gold. Yes, the villages in the Valley of Mexico are so rich, with precious metals adorning the altars of the gods.

At this time, it was evening prayer time, and many villagers were kneeling in front of the altar, praying devoutly to the Lord God. Sherlot watched from a distance for a moment, and did not come forward to disturb him. He nodded with satisfaction and said to the young priest with a smile.

"Yes, the believers are very religious. Joroki, next, take me to the barn in the village!"

Hearing this, the young priest Yoroki pursed his lips and bowed his head in obedience.

The group went to the barn built with blue bricks. The rainy season in the valley is very hot and the precipitation is abundant. The barn must be built strictly with masonry and covered with thatch leaves in order to preserve the grain for a long time and prevent it from becoming moldy.

Shilot checked the perimeter of the barn, reached out and touched the thick wall, and nodded again with satisfaction.

"Yoroki, take me to the warehouse to see!"

"Sect Master Priest..."

Yoroki gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, but he didn't speak. He silently pushed open the warehouse door and walked in first.

"Ok?!"

Shirott entered the barn, his face sank instantly. The walls of the barn were empty, except for a few bags of dried beans, a few baskets of dried pumpkins, and some dried insects, but not even a bag of corn! You know, it's only mid to late July. There are still more than two months before the harvest of corn; more than a month before the harvest of pumpkin~www.readwn.com~.

"Damn!"

Hearing the anger of the suzerain, the young priest Yoroki fell to his knees with a "pop".

"Sect Master Priest..."

"Yoroki, according to the teachings, there must be at least a year's worth of grain in the barn to prepare for the next year's famine!"

With a livid face, Xiuluo pulled out the bronze sword from his waist with a "dang" and asked with murderous intent.

"Tell me, where did the grain in the barn go? ... Is it you, has it been misappropriated?"

"Ah! Dear Sect Master, I don't, I don't..."

Yoroki's face was ashen. He bowed his head "bang bang" and hurriedly defended.

"Testimony of the Lord God! I didn't embezzle any food!...Sect Master Priest, the food in the village was confiscated by the nobles who were originally enfeoffed!"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Shirot's expression moved slightly.

"All taken away?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

Yoroki nodded again and again, clenching his fists and swearing.

"Master Sect Master, four months ago, this place was just under the direct control of the alliance! The hereditary nobles who were originally entrusted here finally collected a wave of tribute, taking away food and valuable property. Even the tribute dedicated to the Lord God , they were all screened out by the river that went to the gold mine in the past two months..."

"...Damn! What noble family dares to be so bold!"

Hearing this, Shulot's face became angry.

"Tell me, the name of the hereditary noble here! I want to report to the alliance and punish it severely!"

"Ah? Sect Master Priest..."

"Why, you dare not say it?"

"...No, it's not."

Yoroki licked his lips and answered cautiously.

"That hereditary noble family has been decreed by the high priest, and the family has been wiped out!"