Chapter 100 Pathfinder

The setting sun reflects on the city of Baishi, changing gorgeous light and shadow on the pure white walls, just like the fate of the noble.

On the east side of the capital in the lake, on the outskirts of the palace area, there is a vast mansion with a red roof and white walls. This mansion is very close to the ferry to the east of the capital. But half a day away, you can take a canoe to the city of Texcoco on the east coast of Lake Texcoco.

The mansion has a rare two-story building, which exceeds the regulations of common people. Dozens of houses and halls are arranged neatly and solemnly. The south-facing residence is spacious and bright, decorated with patterns of obsidian and volcanic rock, this is the master's room.

Behind the main house is a platform at the same height as the house, with stone and wood benches, which are used for sunbathing and cool shade that Mexica nobles love. In the corner of the mansion, there is also a special toilet covered with hay and plaster, and incense is lit at the door.

At this time, an elegant and handsome young man in Chinese clothes was reclining on the bench, looking at the gorgeous and fleeting sunset, feeling the glory of the past and present. There was gentle melancholy on his face, and the look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"The enthronement of the king of the Mexica, what a grand and glorious ceremony! I think of you today, Coyote, my great father. If I meet you again, after a long time, accompanied by splendid How can I tell you about the sunset? With silence, tears, and sighs, I will never forget the lost glory of Texcoco."

Beside the youth, there is a middle-aged warrior. His face was full of determination.

"Dear king, we will definitely restore the city-state and lead the alliance! Tenochtitlan has once again suffered a brutal civil war, and their cruel rule will not last long. The old thief will eventually die!"

Hearing what the samurai said, the young man nodded slightly. Afterwards, he sat up solemnly, his eyes shining brightly.

"In front of outsiders, don't call me a king, I'm just a prince now."

The middle-aged samurai looked resentful. He blushed and lowered his voice to shout.

"The Tenochtitlan people are just one of the three tribes that built the alliance. They are barbaric tribes living on the island, unrighteous rebels who rebelled against the suzerain, how can they compare with the Texcoco people who have been passed down for three hundred years! We are a nation of cultures, there are thousands of years of wooden murals in the great library, and the poetry of the kings is more beautiful than the world! We did not submit to the Tepaneks then, and we will not submit to Tenochtit now Lan people!"

The young man also straightened his spine, his face solemn and solemn.

"You are right! We will be reborn eventually! Time treats all mortals equally, even the immortal sun will eventually die. Now, uncle still controls the city-state's eight thousand warriors. We just have to bear it, and we will wait until the future time!"

After all, the two looked at each other for a long time, with firm belief burning in their eyes.

At this moment, an attendant hurried over from the hall.

"His Royal Highness, the Chief Priest of the Alliance is visiting and is waiting in the main hall. Please go and meet us."

Prince Texcoco instantly withdrew all his sharpness and turned into a melancholy and gentle young man. He nodded to the samurai, and walked steadily towards the hall. After a while, the chief priest in the feather crown costume appeared in front of his eyes. He held a magic staff in one hand and a wooden box with a red background in the other.

"Respected Prince Bilil, His Royal Highness the fasting prince, in the name of the patron saint, I salute you!" Kechar smiled cordially.

"Honorable High Priest, the descendants of Acorva salute you and welcome you! May I help you?" Prince Bilil bowed his head slightly, paying respect to the spokesperson of God.

Kechar pondered slightly, then sighed.

"I am ordered by the Immortal Elder to inform you of a sad news. Uncle King Troll failed the siege of Ottopan due to the loss of the grain road. He felt guilty and committed suicide at the enthronement ceremony. Sacrifice, and bear the due guilt. This is his head."

As he spoke, Kechar handed the red-bottomed wooden box to Bilil. His hands were stained red with blood.

Hearing this, Bilil trembled all over. He opened the wooden box with difficulty, and saw his uncle's unwilling and angry face. After a while, he slammed the wooden box shut, tears welling up in his eyes.

Soon, Bilil stopped crying. He suppressed his anger, bowed his head again blankly, and thanked Kechar. Then he turned around and placed the wooden box on the sacrificial altar in the center of the main hall.

With this action, Bilil quickly thought about how to respond. When he turned back again, his face was full of tears again. As if he couldn't control his body, he threw himself on the stone table, lowered his head to cover his expression, and wept loudly.

Kechar looked at all this with the same sad expression, and nodded slightly in his heart. Although Prince Bilil is only eighteen years old, he is quite smart. At this time, you can neither show too much indignation, nor be too forbearing, pretending that nothing happened. Crying is the best option.

"From this point of view, Prince Bilil is indeed a good marriage partner. He can also restrain King Avet." Kechar had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and then he spoke kindly to comfort him.

"His Royal Highness, Uncle Troll has washed away all guilt with his noble self-sacrifice. He is about to return to the Divine Kingdom of the Sun and continue to fight for the light! Your Highness need not be too sad. The elder has no intention of continuing to pursue on you."

Kechar smiled with a spring breeze on his face.

"In the kingdom of God, Uncle Wang Troll will still bless you. I heard that Your Highness is not yet married, and this old man has a grand-niece who is fourteen years old. She is quiet and elegant, and has not married anyone yet. I wonder if Your Highness is interested in accepting the patron saint. blessing, to teach her Texcoco's poetry?"

Thinking of this, Kechar sighed in his heart, Kepana was still too disobedient. As Bilil's main wife, she is the right one. But at this time Prince Bilil was at a low ebb. He should also be able to accept that he married his grandniece as his wife.

Brill thought quickly, and was a little surprised and surprised by the chief priest's overture. He pondered for a moment, and it seemed that there was indeed a gap between Avit and the chief priest. Since it was impossible to propose marriage to Avit, the line of the chief priest is indeed a good choice for marriage. It's a pity that she isn't the granddaughter of a direct relative.

Bilil immediately put away his tears, and respectfully bowed to the chief priest: "The chief priest is willing to show his love, and consider it as the blessing of Uncle Wang's heroic spirit, which is naturally excellent. After I bury Uncle Wang's generous gift, I will come to the door again. Ask for the friendship of flowers and birds."

Kechar nodded with a friendly smile. Seeing the change in Billil's expression, he felt more and more satisfied.

Soon, a maid brought bright red cocoa drinks. Bilil drank a cup first, expressing the warrior's blessing. Then he asked: "Your Excellency the Chief Priest, this is Texcoco's special cocoa, do you want to try a cup too?"

Kechar glanced at the cocoa mixed with unknown spices and smiled. As a master of pharmacy using poison, how could he drink a drink of unknown origin. What's more, not long ago, he was ordered by the elders to sacrifice King Uncle Troll.

"Thank you for your friendship, Your Highness. However, as priests, we only drink the holy water given by the gods, and we cannot appreciate the charm of cocoa. If Your Highness is interested, I can bring you some holy water from the Great Temple next time to taste. It is something from the gods, so wonderful Extremely."

Billil thanked with a smile. The two were chatting with each other with a smile on their face, beside the bright red wooden box at the bottom. Inside the box was Troll's head that listened quietly.

A moment later, Prince Bilil respectfully sent Chief Priest Kechar out.

"You will worship Uncle Wang's head first, so that his soul will ascend to the depths of the kingdom of God. After two days, I will come again and take away the head of the noble one."

Billil's face darkened, and he nodded in agreement.

The two bid farewell. Afterwards, Bilil turned and returned to the main hall. In front of the middle-aged samurai who came after hearing the news, he pulled out his dagger, cut his arm, and cried bitterly again.

"My beloved uncle, you were slaughtered for no reason, and my heart hurts like a knife! Immortal old thief, even the last military power will not be spared, I swear I will not coexist with you!"

The middle-aged samurai also burst into tears. He suppressed his grief: "King, should we set off immediately, return to Texcoco City, and mobilize the warriors and militia, just in case?"

Bilil pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "Without the warriors in hand, there is no chance of winning. Since the old thief sent Kechar to tempt me, he didn't think he had any intention of killing me. Kechar's willingness to marry me also proved it This means.

There are already nobles who are dissatisfied with killing the general on trumped-up charges. What's more, killing the prince without any charges? An old thief does not act recklessly. After we finish offering sacrifices to Uncle Wang, return the head, and return across the lake to the east.”

The middle-aged warrior nodded in admiration. Then the handmaiden brought flowers, and the two mourned Trol's head together, wrapping flowers around the head. They chanted sacrificial poems and bid farewell to the lost souls with flowers and bright red.

Leaving the Prince's Mansion, under the guard of the war priest, Kechar went straight to the chief palace. The elder's orders have been fulfilled, and his plan is being carried out steadily. The only worry now is that Su Hui's child in Xiutel's family. The high priest Shutel must have been on his way day and night, and he might have already arrived in the capital.

"We can't procrastinate any longer, or we will change later." Outside the palace, Kechar looked at the changing light and shadow on the white wall. As soon as the setting sun fell, the light and shadow turned into darkness, just like the fate of the noble.

The High Priest ascended the long stone steps into a hall of bonfires and candles. The elder sat quietly on the stone seat, looking at the dark western sky, with the sculpture-like captain of the guard behind him.

"Dear elders, the enthronement ceremony has been completed. Trol of the Nezaval family has been sacrificed, and the head has been handed over to Prince Bilil for worship. According to the etiquette, after two days, the soul will ascend to the kingdom of God. Then you can pass on the first three armies."

With a smile on his face, Kechar knelt down respectfully and saluted.

The elder nodded slightly.

"Kechar, you've worked hard. How about Biriel from the Nezawar family?"

Kechar pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth to save Bilil.

"Prince Billil is young after all. He was a little angry at first, and then under my persuasion, he realized the guilt of Uncle Wang, and kept crying. From my point of view, he is still a child, he has not learned to endure, but he is not stupid .”

The elder nodded slightly again. He looked at Kechar quietly, his eyes seemed to see through everything.

Kechar raised his head slightly, looking at the elder's expression. After a long silence, he knelt down again, saluted and asked.

"Dear elder, how do you arrange the writing?"

Candles flickered and bonfires jumped. The elder lowered his eyes slightly. Immediately, he stood up slowly and walked towards the corridor of the gods.

"Kechar, have you followed me for thirty years?"

Kechar remained kneeling. He looked up at the elder's back, which was slender by the candlelight, casting shadows into his eyes.

"Yes, elder. It's been thirty years since I graduated from a priesthood and joined you. I follow you and try my best to do everything well." Kechar continued to answer respectfully, feeling a little bad in his heart premonition.

"Yes, my child. From the first time you entered the snake house and crushed the rattlesnake to death with your bare hands. I knew that this was a child who was second to none in skill, reaction, and determination. Later, you went out with your elder brother to assassinate the rattlesnake. The leaders of the city-states in the south asked me about potions, and I appreciated you even more. Since the death of my elder brother, I appointed you as the chief priest, and you have never disappointed me in the past thirteen years."

The elder's tone was full of emotion. His mood fluctuated slightly, and he rarely said a lot. After finishing speaking, he had already stepped into the dark and narrow hallway of the gods, under the heavy protection of the guards. Then, in the darkness, the elder's voice floated faintly.

"Ketar, can I ask you one more thing?"

Kechar looked at the figure of the elder going away, and listened to the tone of the elder's pleading, a bad premonition rose in his heart. He tried his best to maintain a smile, clenched the copper-plated scepter with his left hand, and reached into his arms with his right hand, holding the poisoned dagger.

"Dear elder, I am willing to die for you!"

The elder finally turned around. He looked at Kechar from a distance, facing the faint candlelight, expressionless.

"That's good. My child, my life is not far from the Kingdom of God. Can you help me, first go to the Kingdom of God to explore the way?"

Kechar was horrified. He stood up abruptly, with a staff in one hand and a dagger in the other, he rushed towards the elder with all his might.

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