At the top of the moon, the sea breeze carries a distant scent. When night falls, the nocturnal animals in the jungle begin to explore and hunt. Hungry
A young short-tailed cat quietly followed the faint fishy smell in the wind and came to the edge of the jungle. It hesitated for a long time because there were many bonfires in front of it that frightened it, and many two people walking around.
But in the end, it continued to move forward, following the fishy aroma, and came to a tent without fire. It quietly walked to the tent, and was frightened by the low roar, and jumped back on the spot.
There were intermittent growls in the tent, and there were also faint cries and calls, like a jaguar biting a deer. The short-tailed cat listened in confusion for a moment, then quietly came forward again. It opened the bottom seam of the tent and took a look.
It lay motionless on the ground again, lurking silently. It saw a strong "big cat" that kept biting the "little deer" and even pressed it under it. The "little deer" kept struggling and whined sadly.
, resisted and tried to escape, but was always grabbed by the long legs. After escaping for a while, he was dragged back.
"Meow meow?…"
The short-tailed cat blinked and sniffed its small cat nose again. It smelled a strong fishy smell, which seemed to come from the two beasts in front of it. But such a huge, dangerous and fiercely fighting beast was beyond its reach.
. Then, it turned its nose and quickly found two other sources of the fishy smell, an empty pottery bowl and a ball of wet cotton cloth.
"Kaka..."
The young short-tailed cat made a longing sound, and immediately shut up. It waited patiently, listening to the sounds in the tent gradually getting louder, until after a "tiger roar" that frightened the cat, the two fighting beasts were finally exhausted.
, crouched over each other, leaving only rapid breathing.
"Kaka..."
The short-tailed cat made a short hunting sound. It seized the right opportunity, jumped to the pottery bowl filled with fish oil with a "swish", and took a bite with a "ding-dong" sound, but failed. Its tiger teeth hurt, and it nervously squirted again.
Jumped, biting the ball of cotton. Then, it rushed out of the tent without looking back, leaving only a low and menacing cat roar from its abdominal cavity...
"Woo! This is mine, don't take it away!..."
"Well?!"
Shulot was shocked and sat up suddenly, showing his strong upper body muscles. He looked with sharp eyes, then looked stunned and asked with some uncertainty.
"That was...a cat?"
"Huhu, yes... Your Highness, it is a short-tailed cat. Huhu... It is very common in the Totonak jungle..."
Miava was lying weakly on the straw mat, her chest heaving violently. From her ankles to her neck, she was glowing a light red color like petals. The warmth of spring made her covered in sweat, as if she had been fished out of the water.
The water snake is wet, soft and boneless, but it also has a scent that makes people feel itchy and hungry.
"...She is so beautiful..."
Shulot looked at it for a while, and there were some changes in his eyes. Seeing the king's reddish and dangerous eyes, Miava's heart trembled, and she hugged the man's hand as if begging for mercy.
"Huhu... Your Highness, in the Totonac mythology, the bobcat is the messenger of the wind god. Meeting it is a good omen!"
"good omen…"
Shulot pondered for a moment, remembering the reason for coming today. He nodded slightly and said with a smile.
"That little kitten just took your jacket as food...what a stupid cat!"
"Hehe! Your Highness, the short-tailed cat is not stupid. It's just like you, it smells the fishy smell and can't resist it..."
Miava smiled charmingly, stretched out her hand, and touched the man's cold face.
"Your Highness, it's all your fault!... After getting so much greasy fish oil, you still insist on keeping my clothes on... But anyway, they were torn and can't be worn anymore... Well, next time, can you be gentler?...
"
Hearing this, Shulot touched his nose and said nothing. He closed his eyes and felt the woman's touch, and his heart gradually calmed down. With the beauty beside him, he could finally have no scruples, just like a wild beast.
Let go of the accumulated pressure and rage in your heart. When everything is over, a rare sense of relaxation comes to your heart, and even the boiling murderous intention has obviously faded away.
"If the strings are too tight, the tone will be dull... Eckart's words are not unreasonable..."
Shulot lowered his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already clear and the light red color was gone. He pushed away the woman's arms, stood up directly, and put on his shorts twice. Then, he
He threw his robe to the woman and spoke in a deep voice.
"Put it on! It's time to get down to business."
"...I obey you, Your Highness!"
Miava pursed her lips and secretly cursed the "heartless" man. Then, she skillfully put on the man's robe, pulled up her hair, and glanced at the thin obsidian mirror.
He was sitting opposite the king.
"Your Highness...A cat came in the tent...I don't have much clothes..."
Miyava's eyes flashed with a charming expression. She lowered her body, approached Shulot who was drinking and said nothing, and cautiously probed.
"This place is too remote... Can I follow you... move to the main tent..."
"Um?"
After hearing Miava's words, Shulot raised his head, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. His face was expressionless, and he stared at the woman for a while before speaking calmly.
"Miava, I once said that your wise brain is more valuable than your beautiful body..."
"The last time I came here, I left you with a question: How should the kingdom rule the surrendered seaside warriors and tribesmen and establish a solid and real rule?"
"Come here today, I want to hear your answer!"
Hearing this, the Snake Mother Chief Miyawa nodded. She straightened her spine, sat upright, and put away all her seductive gestures. Then, she pondered for a moment and asked affirmatively.
"Your Highness, if I understand correctly...the real rule you are talking about is to control the warriors of each tribe, control the succession of each chief, and control the appointment and removal of each priest...the army, tribes, theocracy,
You have it all in your hands, right?"
"That's right! You're right!"
Shulot nodded slightly, his voice full of strong confidence.
"The kingdom wants to rule the land of Totonak. The military power, political power and divine power of each tribe must be controlled by the kingdom! And all tribes who dare to disobey will only end up in destruction!"
Hearing the king's confident words, Miava trembled all over, and a strange blush appeared on her face. She looked at the king's face greedily and couldn't help but lick her red lips. After a while, she chuckled,
With her eyes gleaming, she said charmingly.
"Your mighty Highness! I have absolutely no doubt about your power, and I also know the power of the kingdom's army... However, conquest and rule are like burning wasteland and farming, they are actually two different things!..."
"The burning flames can burn away all the dead trees and weeds, clearing fertile wasteland. But growing grains on the wasteland requires diligent work and careful care... All of this is inseparable from the farmers who grow crops.
Woolen cloth…"
"Your Highness, you are an irresistible fire that can burn the land of Totonac and destroy all the old jungles. But do you have enough farmers to carefully sow and cultivate this new field?"
Hearing this direct soul interrogation, Shulot's expression suddenly froze. He looked deeply at the woman in front of him for a while, and was surprised by her sensitivity. After a while, he drank the remaining wine in the glass and said calmly.
"Miava, you are a smart woman! ... Today is your chance. You don't need to hide anything. You can just say whatever you think of or say! After today, you may not have the chance to say it again..."