The high priest was about to arrive, and everyone immediately stopped talking and went out to greet him.
Standing at the entrance of the palace, Shulot raised his head slightly and saw an old man in his fifties coming towards him with an expressionless face.
The old man has a pair of eyes like an eagle, and wherever his sharp gaze falls, it makes people feel cold. Time has left deep carvings on his face, blending with the bright red lines on his face. These vicissitudes of life
The imprint of his face is carved on his majestic and indifferent face, which makes people not feel old, but has a kind of supernatural being that is not like the human world.
The old man wears a formal obsidian long crown. The long crown looks very heavy. The crown is wide. In front of it is the "divine face" arranged with gems. The two large ruby "eyes" are like the merciless gaze of the gods.
As the old man walked, he scanned the world. At the top of the long crown were countless long green feathers half a meter long, and behind it were dense short blue feathers, like the brilliant sun, neatly expanding outwards.
When Shulot looked at the thick stone crown of the high priest, he suddenly felt pain in his head. However, Acap and Orosh seemed to have been stabbed by something, and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.
Under the golden sunshine, the old man gradually approached, and the light shone, almost brightening Shulot's eyes.
He wears a red cloak with a circle of red feathers inlaid around it, and a golden sun engraved on the cloak. Under the cloak is a gorgeous high priest's robe, with gold and silver grains on the front and back respectively.
, inlaid with the light of the sun and moon.
Hanging from his neck was a dazzling necklace, which was made of the finest obsidian, with countless golden sand-like light spots inside. His priest bracelets and anklets were also made of pure gold, and the golden light shone as he walked.
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Of course, in the Mexican Union, which is rich in gold, the priests do not care about the monetary value of gold, but simply admire the color of the sun.
The old man walked slowly and steadily, as if he was carrying some kind of heavy "divinity". Akapu lowered his head and stepped forward, wanting to help him, but saw the old man tilting his head slightly and looking at him with neither joy nor anger. He immediately said
After a pause, he stood respectfully with his hands folded and waited aside.
Everyone lowered their heads and waited quietly on both sides. It wasn't until the old man slowly walked into the side hall that they filed in and crowded behind the old man.
The air suddenly became quiet until the old man stopped and turned around, his sharp eyes falling on the face of the burly Shusoke. Then Shusoke lowered his head and leaned down so that he was lower than the old man's eyes.
"Captain Shusok, the priest assembly has decided to mobilize a group of eight thousand people to participate in the king's coronation war. You will become the leader of the eight thousand people and lead them to fight for the Lord God, the king and the city-state!"
Hearing this, Orosh raised his head and let out an uncontrollable cheer. Then, he was stabbed by the old man's gaze and lowered his head again.
"Yes! High Priest. I will fight for the Lord God, the city and the king! I won't return until I win!"
Upon hearing such a firm reply, an invisible smile appeared on the high priest's stone-carved face. Then, his eyes glanced at Akapu and Orosh.
"Xiusoke, I have something to do and I want to talk to you alone."
Acap and Orosh looked at each other and made a ritual of respecting the gods. They consciously pushed the door open and then closed the door.
Only then did the high priest Shuter take off the obsidian crown from his head and slowly placed it on the stone table, revealing his gray hair. At this moment, he seemed to have unloaded some kind of heavy divinity and was finally able to relax a little.
After taking a breath, the expression on his face became more vivid.
The young man Shulot stepped forward and touched the long black stone crown. It was really hard. He tried to hug it again, but it was so heavy. Such a heavy stone crown was placed on his head all day long... It seemed that when
The high priest is really physically demanding, and my grandfather is in such good health!
Shusuoke hurriedly stepped forward to help, helping the old man take off his thick cloak, stone necklace, and pure gold bracelet. Only when all the external divinity was removed could the young Shulot see that there was
Underneath the dazzling, tall priestly attire, he turned out to be just a skinny, weather-beaten old man.
High Priest Shuter sat relaxed on the ground, his thin body finally a little rickety. He patted the place next to him, asked the young Shulot to sit next to him, and stroked his grandson's head naturally with his left hand. His right hand,
He took his son Xiu Suoke and asked him to sit across from him. At this time, the two children, one big and one small, complemented each other.
There are no outsiders in the hall, so I can finally say something private.
"Our Holy City has decided to mobilize a group of 8,000 people and ten battalions, half of which are city-state elite battalions and half of which are rural civilian battalions...that is, four thousand warriors and four thousand militiamen!"
"Xiusoke! This time, I suppress all the elders and let you be the leader of the expedition."
The old man's eyes were still extremely sharp and his words were firm and decisive.
"You must seize this opportunity and gain enough military exploits!"
"When you come back, I will have a reason to upgrade you from a second-level hereditary noble to a third-level honorary noble! In a few years, you will be able to become the manager of the city-state as you should."
The high priest looked at his son majestically and spoke of his determined destiny.
The burly Shusok nodded, but there was a rare hesitation.
"This battle... is not easy to fight. It is unlikely that the Otomi will fight us head-on. The king's decision seems a bit hasty."
Hearing this, the high priest nodded in affirmation.
"Every decision made by the king is naturally the responsibility of the king himself. However, I will send a messenger to him to prevent you from meaningless siege battles."
"Xiusoke, what you need to do is to find a suitable time to fight head-on with the Otomi people. Don't care about the casualties! I just want you to come back, and I just want enough results! Warriors are like blooming flowers.
It is going to wither somewhere. The common people are like weeds in the fields. Even if they die, they will keep popping up. Only you, the cocoa tree blessed by the gods, are destined to shoulder the responsibility of leading the city-state!"
After hearing such instructions, Shusok remained silent and did not answer. The high priest put his right hand on his shoulder and looked at his son's resolute face, his face softened slightly.
"I know that because of your background, you have some childish feelings towards civilians and lower-class warriors. I couldn't stay with you since you were a child and teach you the ways of nobility. Instead, your mother gave you
Too many weak emotions from civilians!”
"But it is impossible for trees and weeds to be at the same height after all! As a priest, the religious law has stipulated that I cannot officially marry a wife. But as a bloodline of the Sun God, I must cultivate a wife for my family as soon as possible.
A big tree that protects you from the wind and rain! And you are born in a family with the future on your shoulders... My son, go and fight! All victories must be watered with life!"
"You have to remember! The warriors of the city-state don't care whether their leader is an illegitimate son. What they care about is whether you are brave enough and fearless enough, and whether you have enough blood of the enemy on your hands!"
Hearing such encouragement that went straight to his heart, Shusok finally cheered up and mustered up his fighting spirit. He nodded, looked into his father's eyes, and promised loudly.
"I will, father!"
During the conversation between the two, the young Shulot remained motionless, listening to the teachings on the disharmony of the three views. His attention was focused on his grandfather's robe. How were these small gold and silver grains inlaid on the cotton?
To the touch, it seems that some kind of precise cotton weaving technology and some kind of natural viscose are used. Maybe this kind of technology can also be used to make cloth armor?
After a while, High Priest Shuter's eyes finally shifted to his grandson beside him.
"Xiusoke, how are you going to arrange for him?"
Hearing this, Shusoke looked at his son lovingly and replied gently.
"Father, Shulot has just returned from hunting. When I go on the expedition, I plan to let him have a good rest at home! It just so happens that he is old enough to learn some priest-related knowledge from you."
Hearing this, High Priest Shuter thought for a moment and shook his head in denial.
"No. Let Shulot go with you. The priest's knowledge can be supplemented later. After the results of this capture are tallied, I will promote Shulot to a formal priest. Then in this war, you
Arrange a few prisoners for him. Then when he comes back, I can legitimately promote him to the second-level priest 'Pamit'. And when the sacrifice is made after the war, I will let him participate in the assistance, and then promote him to the second-level priest 'Pamit'.
Third level priest!"
"But Xiulote is only twelve years old. Such a young third-level priest?!..."
"Bring him with you! Shulot is good at mathematics and can help you calculate the food and fodder clearly. With mathematics and military exploits, he will be enough to convince everyone. What's more, I'm here!"
Having said this, the high priest lowered his head lovingly and pinched Xilot's face. His movement was very gentle and did not hurt at all.
"Xulot, you have been smart since you were a child. You are our hope and the hope of the family! Listen to your father carefully. I know that you actually know everything."
"A third-level 'Black and White Priest' who is twelve or thirteen years old... In two years, I will make you the youngest fifth-level 'Coyote Priest'. This way, you can replace me when I leave.
position and become the new high priest... Shulot, you have to remember!"
The high priest looked solemnly and looked into the young man's eyes. He seemed to be conveying something with his eyes, carrying some kind of strong hope.
"You were born extraordinary, and God had a vision! You are also a descendant of Acama Pictelli! All the kings of Mexica in the past have the same bloodline as you! ... Your future has unlimited possibilities, and I will do it for you.
You take every chance you get!”
"And my future..."
Having said this, the old man finally whispered to himself and lowered his eyes.
"There are only a few years left before the Kingdom of God..."
