The gorgeous light cast by the setting sun is like the majestic gaze of the gods looking down, leaving a tilted reflection in the world. The tops of the temples and palaces are reflected in the sunset, shining with brightness that is difficult to see, turning into the throne of heaven on earth.
And above the throne, there is an old man who has ruled the empire for fifty years. The glow blurs his face, leaving only a pair of eyes that encompass the world, have gone through centuries, and are ruthless in their vicissitudes.
After hearing the words of Chief Priest Kechar, the old man lowered his head slightly and looked at the young man who was like a leaf at his feet. Seeing the young man's bud-like age, the old man sighed softly with emotion.
The sigh of the rain god will turn into the autumn wind, and wherever the autumn wind blows, the leaves will rustle down and fall into the dust and mud.
"This child is the grandson of Little Shuttle? He is thirteen years old this year?"
The old man asked calmly. Time made his voice older, but it only erased the emotion in his voice, but could not change the consistent hardness.
"Yes, elder. Shulot is one of the many grandsons of High Priest Shuter. He is considered a branch of the royal family, but he has passed four generations. I heard that in exchange for Shuttle's support, Avitt
Make him his heir. And Moctezuma II, the legitimate son of Asiacartel, is seven years old this year.”
Kechar continued to smile and bowed his head respectfully.
Then, he pondered for a moment and added: "This child has Suhui. Some people claim that he is the reincarnation of the great Moctezuma I."
Speaking of this, Kechar had a gentle smile on his face. He knew the origin of this rumor very well.
Hearing the name of his deceased brother, the old man's eyes narrowed. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Kechar. The chief priest lowered his head again calmly.
The old man did not ask. He quietly looked at the crowd at his feet, at the king and the young man under the royal banner, and at the afterglow of the sun that drowned them. After a moment, he slowly spoke.
"Kechar Avit killed Tisok. Is this right?"
Kechar's eyes narrowed. He carefully considered every word of the old man, and then he lowered his head and replied cautiously.
"His Royal Highness Avit has more battlefield capabilities than King Tisoke. The replacement of the throne is beneficial to the future of the royal family. But the process of killing Tisoke was too rough and damaged the majesty of the royal family. Moreover, this seizure of the throne did not
I’ll ask for your opinion in advance. In my humble opinion, even if I’m right in seizing the position, I should still be punished.”
The old man nodded slightly and imperceptibly. This action was keenly captured by Kechar, who had been with him for many years, and the chief priest smiled again.
"Trol of the Nezabal family is in Atotonilco, and now he has 16,000 men in his hands?" the old man asked in a statement tone.
"Yes, the elder Mingshi. Commander Troll has broken away from contact with the Tlaxcala people. He has 8,000 warriors directly under Texcoco and 8,000 warriors from the eastern city states. After the failure of the siege of Otopan
, the Tlaxcalans stopped attacking, and now there is just a confrontation on the northeastern border."
Kechar's respectful report was followed by silence.
The old man meditated again. This time, he remained silent for a longer time. There was solemnity in the palace, and Ugel also held his breath. Coupled with the elder guards who were as quiet as sculptures in the back, the huge palace was like a solidified oil painting.
, smeared with the red glow of the setting sun, and like a silent divine realm, where you can hear the drop of a needle.
"Kechar, go and greet Avitt. Tell him to come see me tomorrow and succeed to the throne."
The old man calmly decided the future king.
"You prepare Avite's succession ceremony. Recall Troll, deprive him of the power to command the army, and then execute him and show his head to the public. The charge is that he left his post without permission, lost the food route, and caused the failure of the siege of Otopan. After everything is completed,
Send this news to Billil of the Nesavar family and tell me his reaction."
The old man announced the fate of everyone indifferently, just like the original sun that controls destiny.
"After the succession ceremony, the children of the Shuttle family will be left to you. Little Shuttle has followed his brother for many years and remember to let his grandson go without pain."
As he spoke cold words, there was a hint of gentleness in the old man's eyes. Those were long-lasting and gentle memories, so long ago that the eldest brother was still in his prime, and the high priest Shuter was also thirteen years old.
"I will follow your will." Kechar still had a flawless smile on his face. He bowed deeply.
"You guys go down. I'm tired." The old man finally said.
Under the setting sun, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into distant memories, those years of fighting with unlimited energy.
Kechar maintained his saluting posture and silently stepped back and left. When he passed by the elder guards behind the palace, he smiled again and saluted the leading warrior. The warrior did not respond, he just held his arms solidly.
The exquisite clay pots in the house solemnly guard the elders.
Kechar's eyes stayed on the clay pot for a moment, and he continued to leave with a smile. Behind him was the priest elder Ugel who also left. Ugel ignored the leading warrior and went straight out of the palace.
The two of them left the palace and walked for a full quarter of an hour. Wugel wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and then relaxed and moved his fat body. In late autumn, a gust of breeze blew by, letting him
There is a bit of coldness on the face.
"Kechar, you salute a warrior, which really brings shame on the faces of the priests and elders!"
Ugel grinned and laughed at Kechar.
Kechar still had a warm smile on his face, which made people feel like they were breathing spring breeze. He glanced at Wugel lightly, as if he were looking at a piece of rotten wood. Then he ignored the ridicule and continued to walk forward.
Wugel's face turned blue for a while. He looked around and saw only the temple guards guarding in the distance. Then he continued to smile.
"You should be the one who spread the rumor about the reincarnation of the great Montezuma, right? Tsk, tsk, that's so cruel. You have to use this method even to deal with a thirteen-year-old child!"
Kechar stopped. There was no one around except for the old acquaintances of decades before him. Only then did he put away the smile on his face and turned it into indifferent disdain.
"Ugel, sometimes I really wonder, when the egret stays on the top of the holy mountain, why does a turkey mix in next to it? It's stupid and noisy!"
He smiled softly, and then continued to press forward before Ugel's attack.
"Please use your big head that is just a decoration and think about it!
That child is only thirteen years old now, and he is already a fifth-level coyote priest, the successor of Avitt, and the high priest of the Shuter line of inheritance!
If you don't strangle the young eagle to death while it's still young, why don't you have to wait for it to grow up step by step, until the eagle can't resist it and pounces on you and blinds you with its pecks?!"
Kechar scolded fiercely and finally no longer concealed the sharp edge of the chief priest.
"Having a priest and elder like you really brings shame to my face!"
After returning the original words, Kechar sighed softly. He missed it in his heart.
"Ketoko, my outstanding nephew, you would not have died...if he hadn't saved Kuruka...Tisoke, my obedient student, you died because of him..."
Wugel's face turned green and red, but he was suppressed by the aura of the chief priest and was unable to respond. He lost his voice for a moment and then replied: "We really can't let the high priests defeat us. So what are you going to do?"
"A small spoonful of purple foxglove juice will cause death from a sudden beating of the heart within two quarters of an hour. Likewise, ipecac juice will cause vomiting, heart failure, and death. Black hellebore will cause diarrhea, heart failure, and death. Also.
There were dead red-spotted poisonous mushrooms, which penetrated the intestines, rotted the abdomen, and caused bleeding in internal organs. He died in half a day.
If you want to go faster, the venom of the water viper will kill you in just half a quarter of an hour with black blood all over your body. The venom of the spearhead snake will bleed from all five holes and cause you to die of shock. The venom of the viper will turn your skin purple and you will die after breathing.
He vomited blood and died. There was also the ovary of the delicious fish. After eating the poisonous juice, he was instantly paralyzed, respiratory failure, and his hands and feet twitched and died.
Haha, no, it’s better to go slower. The reddish-brown shrub fungus is the best. Silently, the internal organs fail and liquefy, and the death is delayed for more than ten hours, and no one can detect it!..."
Kechar murmured in a low voice, but deliberately let Ugel hear it. Listening to these terrible poisons, Ugel's fat body trembled slightly, and his face began to turn pale.
"Kechar, you old poisoner! Where did you learn so many poison recipes? Did you lie to me casually?" Ugel raised his voice and shouted with some fear.
"Ugel, you ignorant turkey." Kechar smiled slightly and looked at his old acquaintance jokingly. "Haven't you carefully studied the inheritance of our chief priest line? Poison can kill people.
, it can also save people, and it can also deceive people. These are really useful things!"
Wugel forcibly regained his composure and looked at Kechar pretending to be fierce.
"Old poison! If you dare to use these poisons on my relatives and me, I will let you know what the revenge of the glorious nobles is!"
Kechar chuckled again. He took two steps closer, his eyes showing cold light, staring at Ugel who was leaning back slightly, like a poisonous snake seeing its prey.
"Old turkey, you should be glad that you are stupid enough! Please continue to be stupid. Don't think that I don't know that Ugos went to Avitt, put your little ideas away!"
Hearing this, Ugel felt guilty. He lowered his head slightly, missed Kechar's gaze, and shut up and stopped talking.
Kechar then turned his head, resumed his friendly smile, and pondered in his heart.
"What an idiot! Without the elder's acquiescence, how could I dare to poison the royal family and the nobles at will. But judging from the elder's thoughts, I still have some nostalgia for Shuter."
"Then use the prepared holy water! Nothing will happen if you drink it alone, you will only feel happy and comfortable all over. But if you just drink the samurai's cocoa drink, you will have a headache and bleed after two quarters of an hour, and you will faint on the spot.
If you control the dose well, you will suffer from dementia, confusion, limb paralysis, and hemiplegia. At least you can save a life and show it to the high priest!"
The specially prepared holy water is a highly effective monoamine oxidase inhibitor. When combined with cocoa rich in monoamines, it can easily cause blood pressure to rise rapidly and cause cerebral hemorrhage and stroke. This is the line of chief priests, specifically targeting warriors and nobles.
customs, and secret poisons developed.
In this era, the high priests of the Aztecs were the real masters of medicine!
Thinking of the younger generation who placed high hopes on his old rival Shuter, he turned into a stupid imbecile. Then he thought of Shuter's expression when he saw all this. The smile on Kechar's face became more kind, warm, and amiable.
He chuckled, leaving Ugel standing still, and walked towards the crowd under the palace and temple with a kind look on his face.
There, there is a ignorant young eagle, waiting for its unknown fate.