Aztec Eternals

The moonlight fell on the earth, and the night swept across the mountains. Campfires were lit in the pasture, and the aroma of barbecued meat wafted in the wind. The Guard warriors gathered around the periphery, forming several tight circles, guarding the esteemed Highness in the center. Not far away, the oxen stared wide-eyed, watching all this curiously and vigilantly, roaring softly from time to time.

Sherlot closed his eyes, held the sun talisman around his neck, and took the lead in praying in a low voice.

"Praise the Lord God for giving us giant beasts and meat for all people!..."

"Praise the Lord God for giving meat!"

Everyone responded in unison, prayed to the Lord God for a moment, and then began to enjoy dinner.

Under Naxiu's command, Mo Hei was busy with his own hands, preparing two roasted oxeyes for His Highness, and sprinkled them with expensive spices. Afterwards, Naxiu tasted a piece, waited for a while, nodded in satisfaction, and then handed the roast beef to His Royal Highness.

Xiulott took a bite, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed in low voice.

An ox weighs more than 1,000 catties, but the essence is only about a dozen catties, and the top loin and belly meat are only a little bit. This beef eye meat is the essence of it, the meat is fat and thin, tender and not greasy. In addition, the heat of the barbecue is excellent, and the sweet juice is hidden in it. The rich meat flavor and the light spice are perfectly blended... One bite, it is really unforgettable!

Shilot chewed heavily, and didn't let out a long sigh of satisfaction until he ate the entire roast.

"Good! Excellent! So fresh and delicate, tender and juicy..."

Speaking of which, Shilot suddenly froze. He reacted and looked at Mo Hei with a half-smile, but his voice suddenly turned cold.

"Mo Hei, you said earlier that this ox was killed two days ago?"

"..."

Mo Hei's smiling face instantly froze. Cold sweat oozes from his back, and he immediately falls to the ground.

"His Royal Highness...this...I...the Lord God witnesses! This, this is an adult bull...it should have been slaughtered..."

Shulot was expressionless and stared at Mo Hei for a moment, with murderous intent in his eyes. It wasn't until the other party was sweating like rain that he slowly opened his mouth.

"May the light of the Lord God shine on you! Mo Hei, the alliance entrusts the management of the cattle pasture to you, which is to believe in your loyalty and ability. It is not easy to tame cattle, and you should not slaughter privately... such a thing, Don't do it again!"

"Ah, thank you, Your Highness!"

Hearing this, Mo Hei raised his head, clenched his fist and swore.

"Testimony from the Lord God! Mo Hei must follow your will and tame the ox well..."

Hearing this, Shulot's expression remained unchanged, and he couldn't see a smile. Bertard secretly sighed and raised a few points.

"Mo Hei, cattle domestication is an important task of the alliance, and you must not deceive in the future."

"Ah, yes!"

Mo Hei finally reacted. His Highness was dissatisfied just now, not because he slaughtered the cattle privately to entertain the crowd, but because he dared to speak out and deceive... Sweat oozes from his back again, and he kowtows again and again.

"Ancestor's testimony! Your Highness, I...I would like to serve you like the sun! From now on, I will never dare to hide anything!"

Only then did Shirot nodded, his expression softened a little. He thought about it for a while, and warned in a deep voice.

"Mohei, the domestication of cattle is by no means a year's work, but requires years and months. As the person in charge of the mountain pasture, you must be prepared to engage in this business for life! ... The Lord God nurtures all things and gives spirituality, even if one Those born to mothers will be different, and they will be chosen by the environment..."

"In small-scale cattle domestication, you have to constantly screen and select from the offspring of oxen that are more docile and docile, and give them priority to keep the breed. As for male oxen with a relatively short temper, don't Keep it, let alone leave any descendants!... By multiplying for ten, dozens, or even hundreds of generations, the cattle can go from domestication to domestication, driven by the alliance!"

"...Yes!"

Hearing the selection of tens or even hundreds of generations, Mo Hei's eyes were confused, and his mind was chaotic. Even though he was puzzled, he still bowed to the ground in time, and answered respectfully and sincerely.

"Follow your will, Your Highness Shen Qi!"

"Well, do it well! I will send people over often."

Shulot smiled slightly and let Mo Hei retreat. During his time in the capital, he would take turns to let the Guards come to him to get used to the running of the giant beasts to reduce his fear of the cavalry. In the Kingdom of the Lake, the domestication of cattle will be carried out as soon as possible.

A good night's sleep in the mountains, the moonlight is warm and comfortable. The ox neighed lowly, and the beautiful woman sang softly.

This is a quiet night, in the wild mountains, there are not many lights, only the night is vast, no people are prosperous, only a few cattle. After leaving the center of power, he briefly forgot the turbulence of the world and was able to sleep peacefully.

Xiu Luot rested on Naxiu's lap, sniffing the body fragrance like elk and orchid, listening to the song softly like smoke, and also feeling the gentle and comfortable massage... He enjoyed the silence of the night, and the whole person was full of emotions. It was rare to relax, without any drastic action, and fell into sleep so deeply. In the dream, he was like a ship that had been drifting for a long time, and finally found a warm harbor where he could lower the sails a little and relieve the fatigue of the long journey.

"Mother..."

Naxiu blinked and lowered her head like a deer. She clings to His Highness's handsome face, listening to the murmur in the dream.

"Mother..."

Naxiu rolled her eyes, thoughtful. Your Highness, it seems that she has lost her mother since she was a child... Thinking of this, Naxiu felt a pain in her heart and gently stroked His Highness's cheek. Then, she smiled charmingly, looked at His Highness's sleeping face, lowered her head again, and printed a long, warm kiss...

The moon sets and the sun rises, the morning and evening change, and in the blink of an eye, it is another few days. Xiuluot stayed in the mountain pasture for two days, allowing the guard warriors who were with him to feel the power of the ox galloping charge. Then, he set off to return, from the peaceful and quiet mountain pastures to the prosperous and busy capital city in the lake.

Halfway through August, the aftermath of the rebellion of the Tracopan nobles had basically subsided. All the rebellious nobles were captured, the crimes were unmistakable, the sentences were unquestioned, and their execution began immediately. The first exiles boarded the kingdom's fleet and headed west of the great river. And the leading nobles were imprisoned in the prison of the priests and sacrificed at the autumn harvest ceremony. From arrest, trial to sacrifice, the high priests and the royal family have handled it very quickly, which is almost the limit of the current administrative efficiency.

Amid the cheers of tens of thousands of people ~www.readwn.com~ the sacred autumn harvest festival arrived as scheduled. The high priests devoutly prayed to the Lord God for a bountiful autumn harvest and offered noble offerings to the gods. Soon, bright red dripped from the pyramid of the Great Temple, and the rebellious nobles sacrificed themselves to gain the forgiveness of the Lord God, and their souls flew to the lofty kingdom of God.

Shulot did not participate in the autumn harvest ceremony, nor did he stay in the high priest's palace. On this holy day, he was invited by his father to meet at his father's house. He passed through the open main door and came to the main hall of the discussion, his smile suddenly turned solemn.

When I saw the emblem of the Lord God, Xiusoke was expressionless, sitting cross-legged and turning his head, without saying a word.

And in the position facing the temple gate, there is also a person sitting. His demeanor was solemn and solemn, his clothes were simple and rigorous, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree. When he saw Shulot approaching, after a dozen steps, he stood up slowly and respectfully, and then meticulously bowed down to the ground.

"Salute to you, Your Highness Sherlot!"

The man smiled slightly, and every smile was exactly the same, as if carved on a wooden board.

"May you be like the rising sun, shining brightly in the west of the world!"