Aztec Eternals

Chilling janitors guard the villages, and stern suzerains stop in the barns. He looked at the four walls of the empty barn, Shen Su's face was a little surprised, and his slightly frowned brows were silent for a while.

After a few breaths, Shirot looked at the village priest Yoroki and asked in a deep voice.

"Exterminate the entire clan?"

"Respected suzerain priest, more than two months ago, I reported the situation of the village to the priests of the capital city in the lake, hoping to get back some of the village's food from the local hereditary nobles... Then, then, the capital city The priests directly dispatched five hundred temple guards to destroy the manor of the local nobles. Dozens of straight males were sacrificed, and the remaining more than two hundred women, children and servants were all exiled to the Western Kingdom..."

"Exile to the Western Kingdoms..."

Shirot was stunned, thinking of the immigrants who continued to move from the alliance, and pondered. After a long while, he calmly spoke.

"Yoroki, since the local nobles have been exterminated, can the extra tribute levied by the village be taken back?"

"The sect master sacrificed adults. The temple guards took away most of the property, leaving only part of the food, barely enough for the villagers to support the autumn harvest."

Yoroki answered cautiously.

"The priests of the capital promised to reduce or exempt the tribute for the autumn harvest. The farmers tighten their belts, and they can harvest pumpkins as a daily staple after more than a month's work. The fragrant grains during the harvest season will attract many animals and insects. If you catch and eat it, you can also satisfy your hunger. When the corn is harvested in October, the following days will be more abundant.”

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Shilot took a closer look at the scarce grain in the barn and shook his head slightly. Farmers have been busy all year, producing grain and cloth, and supporting nobles, priests, and warriors, but they can only eat pumpkins and insects... Thinking of this, Shirot lowered his eyes, his expression still solemn.

"Yoroki, there are thousands of people in the village. I'm afraid this food won't last for the pumpkin harvest."

"Master Sect Master, the food in the village was enough... but, just..."

"Just what? Say."

Yoroki hesitated. He glanced at Shiloh in fear, gritted his teeth, and fell to his knees suddenly.

"It's just that you are here. If you want to rest here for a night, there will not be enough food!"

"Ok?!"

Shirot's expression changed, and he stared at the kneeling village priest.

Yoloki's face was ashen, his head was like pounding onions, and he explained again and again.

"Sect Master! Hundreds of samurai live in the village, and they all need to provide enough food, not insects and wild vegetables. As for the food you and the nobles around you eat, it's even more fine grains. After a few meals, the village There's nothing left. You know, the samurai can eat enough food for one day and consume as much food as six or seven peasants!"

"The samurai can eat enough for one day to be worth six or seven peasants..."

Hearing this sentence, Shulot's heart moved, and Shen Su's expression changed slightly. He was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked straight out of the barn.

"Bertard."

"Your Highness?"

"Send people to take 20 days' worth of food for a thousand people from the moored fleet and leave it to the local village."

"Follow your will!"

Several warriors hurried away. Soon, a large amount of grain was unloaded from the fleet and sent to the barn in the village. The samurai also gathered around the fire pit and started cooking.

Seeing this scene, Yoroki's face showed a bit of joy and a bit of worry. The joy is that the food shortage in the village has been filled, and the believers can survive until the pumpkin harvest. What worries me is the remarks just now, which seem to have angered the Sect Master.

"You can't keep your mouth shut, you can't keep your mouth shut! If you offend the Sect Master Priest..."

About a dozen steps away, Yoroki looked at the priest who was eating black bean puree in front of the fire from a distance. He was very annoyed and slapped himself twice.

He was still young, in his early twenties, and had been a village priest for just over a year. More than two months ago, he reported to the priests of the capital to expose the evil deeds of the local nobles, and he also took a lot of risks.

If he was asked to make another choice after ten years in the priesthood of the Alliance, I am afraid that he would rather let the peasants starve to death rather than speak out to the suzerain.

The fire was blazing, and Shilot finished eating a bowl of black bean puree and then drank a bowl of pumpkin soup. Then he calmly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and beckoned to the village priest.

"Yoroki, come here."

"Respected Sovereign Priest..."

Yoroki trotted over, took a few steps away, and fell to his knees.

"Lord God witness! My lord, I... I am guilty, I am guilty!..."

Seeing Yoroki's performance, Shulot raised his brows and smiled faintly.

"Yoroki, what are you guilty of?"

"Ah! My lord, I shouldn't offend you... I should, I should let the peasants..."

Yoroki was sweating with anxiety, and he couldn't say what he had thought of for a long time.

"Yoroki, you are guilty."

Shirot put away his smile and nodded.

"Your fault is that the food in the village is insufficient, and you didn't report it to me as soon as possible, and you didn't ask the priests in the capital for assistance!"

"...what?"

Yoroki opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Of course, it's not your fault."

When Shilot said this, he felt something and sighed.

"If another suzerain comes here, it won't be like me."

After all, the alliance is strictly hierarchical. Although with the reform of the teaching law in the past two years, many commoner children jumped up and became the priests of the alliance. But the lives of the peasants, in the eyes of the upper-level rulers, are still like weeds in the wind, not worth mentioning.

"Yoroki, the Lord God taught us to have a benevolent heart to treat the believers and the people kindly. You are here, doing a good job! The farmers also have a steel scale in their hearts. As a priest of the Lord God, you only have to care for them and treat them well. If they take it to heart, they will be so devout to believe in the Lord God!"

With a gentle expression, Scholot spoke with emotion, and many scattered fragments flashed in his mind.

The monotheistic belief of the alliance wants to fight against the cross, and the "creation of the gods" is only an auxiliary, and it is basically the actions of the priests. In this era, the upper strata of the Crusaders have long since decayed. The next Pope, Alexander VI, will tear down the papal fig leaf and ignite the flames of the Reformation. But at the bottom of the Cross Church, there are many shepherds who are poor and self-contained, devoutly believe in doctrine, willing to dedicate themselves, and spread the glory of the Lord God.

These shepherds were not afraid of the dangers of the wind and waves at sea, and they came to the American continent one after another, not out of greed for wealth, but out of true devout faith. They went deep into the jungles and plateaus, spread the faith of the cross, and showed bewildering goodwill to the aborigines, which was also the key to the maintenance of the distant colonies. They are the Church of the Lord God, the biggest enemy!

Yoroki raised his head and listened to the narration of the sovereign priest, and also looked at the gentle and kind face of Shirot. He felt a clear spring flowing in his heart, which was completely different from the feeling of other high priests. After waiting for the suzerain to finish speaking, he knelt on the ground again and kissed the corner of the suzerain's clothes.

"Respected suzerain priest... I, I came from a commoner family in the capital, and I often feel the same for the hard work of the farmers... You, you are different from other suzerain priests. "

"Yoroki, empathizing with believers is the most precious quality of being a priest."

Shirot nodded with a smile, and shook Yoroki's hair. After this night, some long-term reform plans were born in his heart, related to the promotion system of the priests, but it was not yet time.

"Stick to your heart. The Lord God will reward you!"

In front of the swaying bonfire, Shilot finally said to Yoroki. His smile was gentle, but there was a promise in his words.

At noon on the second day, everyone had an early lunch and continued to board the fleet. On the shore of the lake, thousands of warships waited in line, and the flag of the gods fluttered. The Alliance Navy had already received news of the fleet and arrived here overnight.

Anatri came in a small boat, jumped quickly, and with a spear in his hand, he jumped on the galley of Shulot. She was wearing tight leather armor on her upper body and bare-legged shorts on her lower body. Even on the swaying boat, she still ran freely, like a vigorous tigress, came to Shilot in two steps, and knelt down on one knee to salute.

"Your Highness, the head of the navy of the Alliance, Anatri, greets you!"

"Captain Anna, you don't need to be more polite! It's been a long time since I've seen you, and you're still so heroic."

Shirot said with a smile. He stretched out his hand and asked Anatri to get up.

"The alliance navy came, did you bring a will?"

"Haha, thank your Highness for the praise. Two messengers came with the boat!"

Anatri smiled heartily and pointed to the boat behind him.

Shurott looked intently, the boat swayed and walked slowly towards here. There were two people standing behind and behind the boat, one was an old man with gray hair, and the other was a young man with fluttering hair.

The young man with fluttering hair had a sassy smile and was dressed in gorgeous clothes. He was the messenger sent by the kingdom to the alliance, the fourth-level chief priest Hugos. The gray-haired old man has a kind expression and an amiable smile. His clothes are low-key and luxurious, and he also wears a jade necklace symbolizing royal status on his neck.

The two of them boarded the huge galley warship without rushing. Ugos lowered his head and respectfully supported the old man. The old man took a few glances at this new type of warship he had never seen before, sighed, and then walked slowly towards Shirott.

Seeing the familiar face of the old man, Xiulote was stunned, but he couldn't believe it. It wasn't until he saw the special jade necklace around the old man's neck that he finally settled on it.

Shilot immediately stepped forward and supported the old man with his own hands. Then, he respectfully knelt down and shouted loudly.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Respected Uncle Kakamazin, the grand-nephew of the Holy City family, Sirius, greets you! May you bathe in the light of the Lord God and illuminate the entire capital... How come you are here?"

"The Lord God bless!"

Kakamazin stretched out his hand and patted Shulot's shoulder kindly. Then, he calmly and powerfully lifted Shilot up and said with a smile.

"You and Alyssa are about to get married. This is a rare event in the alliance, and it is also an important wish of the elders... The person in charge of your wedding is me!... Haha, this position is really difficult. Rob, I finally let the other old guys back down..."

Kakamazin ( ) is the eldest son of the elder Weve Trakaeler, who is at least 60 years old this year and is the eldest member of the royal family. He was the uncle of King Arvit, Alyssa's own great-uncle, and the great-uncle of Shulot.

Alyssa once mentioned to Shulot that among the royal family, the easiest elder to get along with is the elder’s eldest son, Uncle Kakamazin.

In the hearts of all people, the elder is as bright and hot as the sun, lofty and ruthless. Kakamazin's style is very different. He is rigorous and self-controlled, does not like extravagance, but has a hearty personality and is kind to others. He rarely participates in the government affairs of the alliance, and rarely interferes in the changes of the royal family, and spends his days leisurely. The biggest hobby is to drink some light wine that is not intoxicating with a few old guys, and go to the garden of the royal family to enjoy flowers. If the royal family encountered any trouble, he would also lend a hand to help, and even go to the elders to ask for help.

Such a lofty and approachable Venerable, one can imagine his popularity in the royal family. Shulot never imagined that it would be Uncle Kakamazin, who was so old, to be the host of his wedding.

"Uncle Kakamazin, please come to preside over the marriage..."

Looking at Kakamajin's gray hair~www.readwn.com~ Xiulote's eyes flashed. He was a little moved and a little guessed.

The officiant of the wedding was neither from the Holy City lineage nor the king's cronies, but in the end he was the eldest son of the elder. If the elder did not ask about the arrangement, he would definitely not believe it.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! My body is still healthy, no matter what, I can't miss such a grand event! The most outstanding young hummingbird of the royal family, and the most beautiful lotus flower of the royal family, embrace, get together, and stay with each other for life in this midsummer season. ...What a moving scene, it is simply the blessing of the Lord God!"

Kakamazin smiled, and his face showed genuine emotion.

"I watched Alyssa grow up since I was a child. She was a really good child, a beautiful elf like a cloud. Sherlot, I also watched you grow up step by step. You are the greatest hope of the royal family. The best successor to Werther! Your wedding is not only a grand event for the royal family, but also a grand event for the alliance, but also the future of the royal family and the alliance!"

Speaking of this, Kakamazin paused, and with a smile on his face, he became serious and solemn.

"The Lord God witnesses that your wedding will be handed over to me! The elder's guards will also be assigned by me, and there will never be any accidents or mistakes!"

Hearing this, Shulot's expression became solemn. From Uncle Kakamazin's words, he heard a dash of blood and fire. He clearly understood that, as the most powerful prince in the alliance, his wedding with Alyssa was not just a royal wedding, but also a covenant for the alliance's stable inheritance.

From the alliance to the various ministries in the world, there will be many people, many nobles, who do not want to see the wedding go smoothly. And Uncle Kakamazin stands here and presides over all this on behalf of the elders, which is the biggest guarantee!