Aztec Eternals

The night wind blows, and candles flicker in the wind, illuminating the murals of the gods. The side hall is deep, and darkness floats outside the firelight, engulfing the corners of the walls. The candles ignited silently, the light and shadow swayed forward and backward, and the gods on the murals seemed to be alive.

Xiuluot sat silently, waiting quietly, as if feeling something. He raised his head and glanced at the frescoes in the side hall. The main **** in the middle still shines brightly under the worship of candlelight. And the **** of death in the corner has been hidden in the darkness, sticking out a long red tongue.

"Huh? I fell asleep?"

High Priest Shuter suddenly opened his eyes. He shook his head, and his eyes were cloudy for a while before returning to clarity. He was getting old, his energy was low, and he was tired all day, and he couldn't hold it. Just as I was talking, I suddenly fell asleep. Fortunately, it is very warm in the summer night, so don't worry about catching a cold.

"Grandfather, you should rest early... Please be sure to take care of yourself!"

Shirot stretched out his hand and held his grandfather's cool old hand, with worry in his eyes.

"No problem."

The high priest smiled and shook his grandson as well. With warmth in his eyes, he spoke softly.

"Shirot, my child, do you need anything else?"

Shilot was about to shake his head when he saw the map on the table. He pondered for a while, but still asked for it.

"Grandfather... the map data of the alliance, if it is convenient..."

"Well. I'll let someone sort out a copy of the alliance information in the hands of the High Priests."

The high priest immediately understood. He smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.

"In the name of the Eastern Expedition, I will hand it over to you. Just in case..."

Shuluo nodded. Many of the alliance's records are wood-panel drawings and stone carvings on sacrificial plates, which are collected in various temples, and it is difficult to copy them silently. If it was in the name of the Eastern Expedition, it would be much more convenient.

"Any more?"

"That's all for now. Grandfather, don't rush..."

"Ok."

Hearing this, the high priest nodded calmly, with a smile on his lips.

"Shirot, then I'll go to bed first."

"Grandfather, I'm here to serve you and rest."

Shilot stood up and helped his grandfather. The two stood side by side, one tall and the other short, facing the candlelight on the wall. When the high priest saw the candle flame, he paused and regained his calm.

"Let's go."

"it is good!"

Shulot supported his grandfather and walked out of the side hall. Before leaving, he suddenly looked back. I don't know when, the low residual candle has been completely burned out, turning into blue smoke in the wind, only a little bit of gray remains.

"The candle... went out."

Shirot lowered his eyes and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. He waited for his grandfather to sleep peacefully, and then quietly exited the house. The long night is silent, evoking distant thoughts and making people unwilling to sleep. Alone, looking up at the starry sky, it is so bright.

After a long time, a low sigh came faintly, with a few incomprehensible meanings.

"May I ask who in the world...is immortal?..."

For the next two days, Shulot went to the Priest's Hall from time to time to assist his grandfather in handling the academic affairs of the alliance, and often met with the priests and elders. According to his grandfather's instructions, he kept his etiquette openly and did not become too close to any elders.

After two days of arrest by the Temple Guard, more than a dozen great Trakopan nobles who participated in the rebellion were all arrested, but no one escaped. Afterwards, a severe trial was held in the Temple of the Dead.

The High Priestess and the royal family reached an agreement: Rebels will be punished by God, and everything will be strict, heavy, and broad. We must take this opportunity to completely wipe out the aristocratic influence of Tracopan Bang.

However, in three days, the alliance's trial came to an end. The three great nobles headed by the whole family sacrificed their males, cut off the inheritance of the nobles, and removed their names from the temple records. The remaining dozen or so nobles, adult males sacrificed, and their families and children were exiled to the Western Kingdom.

And the aristocratic forces on the west side of the entire Texcoco Lake will be thoroughly cleaned. The number of exiles set by the High Priestess was a shocking 20,000!

Astonishing news spreads fast and grabs everyone's attention. The great nobles of each state were uneasy and fearful. The wave of coalition centralization reform is coming one after another, changing the traditions that have existed for hundreds of thousands of years. And the capital city in the lake is like the center of the storm, constantly brewing new wind and rain!

July passed in a storm, and August came quietly in the wind and rain. On this day, Shulot finally found time to go to the noble district to meet the deputy head of the Eagle Legion, that is, his father, Huosoke.

"Shirot, my son, here you are!"

Huosoke, dressed in a loose robe, stood at the gate of the wide-open mansion. He smiled, opened his arms, and gave his son a warm hug.

"Haha, son, let me take a good look! Well, he is taller than me, and he looks more and more heroic, with the style of my youth!"

"Respected father, greetings to you! God bless you, I wish you good health!"

Shilot saluted and hugged his father whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The last time the two separated, it was at the Huayamo Fortress in the north of Qin Congcan. It's been two and a half years in a flash, and my father is getting thinner and thinner... Huh? wrong...

"Father...you..."

Shulot opened his eyes wide and touched his father in surprise. Beneath the loose robe was a solid thick fat that completely covered up the once angular muscles. He looked at his father's face carefully again, his cheeks were round and slightly fat, and when he smiled, it was a clear double chin.

"Haha, life in the capital is relatively... leisurely. After this time, the jaguar turns into a brown bear."

Husok laughed at himself and shook his head. Afterwards, he took his most outstanding eldest son and excitedly led him into the mansion.

"Come, come, Shulot, you're here today just in time..."

Sherlot followed his father and kept walking all the way, passing through the main hall in the front yard and going straight to the back house where he lived. He was a little confused, but the words coming from his ears made him stagger and almost fell to the ground.

"My son, your youngest younger brother, is just one year old this month! Come here, let him call him brother..."

After seeing the younger brother who was just one year old, Shilot was finally able to sit upright and have a good chat with his father. He talked about the governance of the kingdom, the battles between the north and the south, the dangers he had encountered, and the current situation of the commander of the Orosh army.

While listening carefully, Huosoke looked at the heroic eldest son with relief and pride.

"Shirot, my son, I am so proud to see you so heroic!"

Then, he patted his stomach with emotion.

"As for me... As soon as I entered the capital, I was wealthy and peaceful. In the past two years, let alone fighting with the enemy, I have not killed even a turkey... Even the bows on the walls are full of Dusty..."

For more than two years, although Huosoke was the deputy head of the Eagle Corps, there was not a lot of practical work he could do. He has no direct guard battalion in his hands, and he has no other business to do except to act as the king's bodyguard when holding various ceremonies.

There is no business, there are a lot of idle things. Every three to five, he would be invited by the great nobles of the capital, either to enjoy singing and dancing, or to go out to the garden. And when the interest comes up, everyone will drink and sing and recite poetry.

Poetry was highly regarded by the Mexica nobility, and older venerables would recite poems after banquets. The status of poets among the common people is also much higher than that of musicians and dancers. With a few poems that came from nowhere, Huosoke was still among the great nobles and got the title of "Poet of Glory".

King Avet was also very kind to him, and he gave gifts from time to time, and he also rewarded many beauties from various states. In desperation, Huosoke had no choice but to work hard day and night to give birth to more brothers and sisters for Xiulote...

"Father, feasting and having fun, you need to be restrained!"

After listening to his father's remarks, Xiulote pursed his lips and exhorted in a low voice.

"Even if there is nothing in the army, you can practice martial arts every day and polish your body."

"Well, son, don't worry."

Husock smiled and shook his head slightly.

"These are your grandfather's orders... I am forced to enjoy myself!..."

Hearing this, Shulot was stunned. He thought of his skinny grandfather and looked at his plump father. After a while, he nodded slowly.

"...So it is. Father, you have worked hard..."

"Ha ha!"

The father and son laughed relative to each other. The cheerful laughter echoed in the courtyard, and then stopped abruptly, turning into a speechless silence. After a while, Xiusoke patted his son on the shoulder and said with emotion.

"My son, drink with me today, you won't go home if you don't get drunk!"

"Okay! Dare to obey!"

The bamboo flute was brisk, the music and dance were flying, and the hearty feast didn't end with Xiusoke's drunkenness until late at night.

In the hall, the fire was warm. Shirot covered his father with a thin blanket, looked at the corner of his smiling mouth, and sighed softly.

"The eagle is in the cage... Father, you have worked hard..."

Afterwards, Shulot got up and left without staying in the mansion for long. Under the **** of Bertard, he lightly dressed and walked in the dark night, returning to the mansion of the high priest.

These days in the capital, he would live with his grandfather, discuss some arrangements nearby, and spend more time with his elderly grandfather.

The High Priest's Mansion was heavily guarded, with several layers of patrolling warriors inside and outside, guarding against the assassination of certain nobles. Xiuluot was familiar with the road and entered the mansion. It was getting dark, he didn't bother his grandfather anymore, but went to his small courtyard.

"Your Highness, there is someone ahead!"

Halfway through, Bertard suddenly made a sound and his expression became solemn. He took a step forward cautiously, and blocked Shilot behind him. Then, the samurai chief narrowed his sharp eyes, slowly pulled out the bronze sword from his waist, and pointed diagonally forward.

"Ok?"

Shilot was a little surprised. Following the direction of the bronze sword, he recognized a black figure in the shadow of the torches behind the courtyard wall.

The figure was motionless, standing in a very clever position. With the attention-grabbing firelight in front, it completely merged with the shadow behind, and even a breath of breathing could not be heard. Shulot has gone through battles and is considered an excellent warrior, but if it wasn't for Bertard's reminder, he would not have found it at all...

"Who are you?"

Xiulote frowned slightly, guessing in his heart. Being able to appear in this way in the heavily guarded high priest's mansion...

Seeing the reaction of the two~www.readwn.com~ the still figure seemed to come alive in an instant. She walked a few steps silently and came to the torch outside the courtyard, but it was a woman in black. The woman wore a cloak that covered her face, a black short jacket, and silent cloth shoes under her feet. In order to facilitate the movement, the black clothes are tightly tucked, and outlines a delicate and graceful curve, like a tightened funnel.

"Greetings to you, Your Royal Highness."

Under the guarded gaze of the samurai chief, the woman in black came silently, and after a few steps, bowed her head to greet Shilot. Her voice was like smoke, low and full of confidence. Then, the woman in black stretched out her hand and slowly lifted her cloak, revealing a gorgeous and elegant face.

Shirot's eyes moved. Looking at the woman in front of him, he seemed to see the flower moon night blooming in the dark, the beautiful and moving stone lotus.

The black-clothed woman reached out her hand calmly, took out the high priest's jade talisman, and threw it to the still vigilant samurai chief. Afterwards, her eyes flowed, and she looked at Xiulote's handsome face, suddenly smiled charmingly, and bowed in salute.

"His Royal Highness, from today onwards, I will be your shadow slave... I will always accompany you, protect your safety, obey all your will, and meet any of your needs... I will be in your name , called Naxiu."