Chapter 439 Naxiu

The night wind blows, and the candlelight flickers in the wind, illuminating the murals of gods. The side hall is deep and dark, and darkness floats outside the firelight, swallowing up the corners of the walls. The candles burned silently, the light and shadows flickered forward and back, and the gods on the murals seemed alive.

Shulot sat in silence, waiting quietly, as if he felt something. He raised his head and glanced at the murals in the side hall. The main god in the center is still shining brightly under the worship of candlelight. The god of death in the corner was already hiding in the darkness, sticking out his long red tongue.

"Huh? I fell asleep?"

High Priest Shuter opened his eyes suddenly. He shook his head, and his eyes were cloudy for a while before regaining their clarity. He was old, had low energy, and had been tired for a whole day, so he couldn't stand it anymore. As I was talking just now, I suddenly fell asleep. Fortunately, the summer nights are very warm, so there is no need to worry about catching a cold.

"Grandpa, please go to bed early and take care of yourself!"

Shulot stretched out his hand and held his grandfather's cold old hand, with worry in his eyes.

"It's out of the way."

The high priest smiled and shook his grandson's hand. He spoke softly with warmth in his eyes.

"Xulot, my child, do you need anything else?"

Shulot was about to shake his head when he saw the map on the table. He pondered for a while and then asked for it.

"Grandfather. Map information of the alliance, if it is convenient"

"Yes. I will ask someone to compile a copy of the alliance information in the hands of the high priests."

The high priest suddenly understood. He smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.

"In the name of the Eastern Expedition, I will hand it over to you. Just in case."

Shulot nodded. Many of the alliance's records are wooden drawings and stone carvings on sacrificial plates, which are stored in various temples. It is difficult to copy them quietly. If it is in the name of the Eastern Expedition, it will be much more convenient.

"Any more?"

"That's all for now. Grandpa, there is no need to rush."

"Um."

Hearing this, the high priest nodded calmly with a smile on his lips.

"Xulot, I'm going to sleep first."

"Grandpa, I'm here to help you rest."

Shulot stood up and helped his grandfather. The two stood side by side, one tall and one short, facing the candlelight on the wall. When the high priest saw the candlelight, he paused and regained his composure.

"Let's go."

"good!"

Xiulote supported his grandfather and walked out of the side hall. Before leaving, he suddenly looked back. At some point, the low remaining candle had completely burned out and turned into green smoke in the wind, leaving only a few traces of ash.

"The candle is out."

Shulot lowered his eyes and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. He served his grandfather to sleep, and then quietly left the house. The long night is silent, stirring up distant thoughts and making people unable to sleep. Alone and alone, looking up at the stars in the sky, they are so bright.

After a long time, a low sigh came faintly, with a somewhat incomprehensible meaning.

"Who in the world can live forever?"

In the next two days, Shulot regularly went to the priest's hall to assist his grandfather in handling the alliance's religious affairs, and often met with the priests and elders. In accordance with his grandfather's instructions, he openly maintained courtesy and did not have too close relationships with any elders.

The temple guards arrested them for two days, and all the dozen Tlacopan nobles who participated in the rebellion were arrested, and no one escaped. Then, severe judgments were held in the Temple of Death.

The high priests and the royal center reached an agreement: rebels will be punished by God, and everything will be strict, severe and extensive. We must take advantage of this opportunity to completely wipe out the centrifugal noble forces in Tlacopan State.

Within three days, the alliance's trial had its results. All the men of the three leading aristocratic families offered sacrifices to cut off the aristocratic inheritance and remove them from the temple records. The remaining dozen nobles, their adult men were sacrificed, and their families and children were exiled to the Western Kingdom.

The entire aristocratic forces west of Lake Texcoco will be completely cleansed. The number of exiles set by the high priests was a shocking 20,000 people!

The shocking news spread quickly and captured everyone's attention. The great nobles of various states were uneasy and fearful. The wave of alliance centralization reform is coming one after another, changing hundreds of thousands of years of tradition. The capital city in the lake is like the center of a storm, constantly brewing new storms!

July passed by in a storm, and August came quietly in the wind and rain. On this day, Shulot finally found some free time and went to the noble area to meet with the deputy commander of the Eagle Legion, his father, Shusoke.

"Xulot, my son, you are here!"

Shusoke was wearing a loose Chinese robe and stood at the door of the mansion. He smiled broadly, opened his arms, and gave his son a warm hug.

"Haha, son, let me take a good look! Well, he is taller than me, and he looks more and more heroic. He has the grace of me when I was young!"

"Dear father, I greet you! God bless you and I wish you good health!"

Shulot bowed and hugged his father, whom he had not seen for a long time. The last time the two of them separated, it was at the Huayamo Fortress in the north of Qincongcan. Two and a half years have passed in a flash, and my father has become thinner and thinner. Huh? wrong

"Father, you."

Shulot opened his eyes wide and touched his father in surprise. Under the loose robe was strong and thick fat, completely covering up the once angular muscles. He took a closer look at his father's face. His cheeks were round and slightly chubby, and when he smiled, he had an obvious double chin.

"Haha, life in the capital is relatively leisurely. When you are free, the jaguar turns into a brown bear."

Shusok laughed at himself and shook his head. Then, he took his most outstanding eldest son and led him excitedly into the mansion.

"Come on, come on, Shulot, you came just in time today."

Shulot followed his father, walking non-stop all the way through the main hall in the front yard and heading straight to the back house where he lived. He was a little confused when the words in his ears made him stagger and almost fall to the ground.

"My son, your youngest brother, is exactly one year old this month! Come here and ask him to call you brother."

After seeing his little brother who was just one year old, Shulot was finally able to sit upright and have a good chat with his father. He talked about the governance of the kingdom, the battles in the north and south, and also mentioned the dangers he had encountered and the current situation of the commander of the Orosh Army.

Shusok listened carefully and looked at the heroic eldest son with a look of relief and pride.

"Xulot, my son, I am so proud to see you so heroic!"

Then, he patted his belly with emotion.

"As for me, as soon as I entered the royal capital, I was rich and comfortable. In the past two years, let alone fighting with the enemy, I didn't even kill a turkey with my own hands. Even the bows on the walls were covered with dust."

For more than two years, although Shusok has been the deputy commander of the Eagle Legion, he has not been able to do much practical work. He did not have a direct guard battalion in his hands. Apart from serving as the king's bodyguard during various ceremonies, he had no other serious business to do.

There is no serious business, but a lot of idle things. Every now and then, a nobleman from the royal capital would invite him, either to enjoy singing and dancing or to go out for a garden excursion. When the mood gets up, everyone will drink, sing, and recite poetry.

The Mexica nobles highly respected poetry, and the older sages would recite poems after banquets. The status of poets among common people is much higher than that of musicians and dancers. With a few poems that came from unknown sources, Shusok was still known as the "Glorious Poet" among the great nobles.

King Avit was also very kind to him, giving him gifts from time to time, and also rewarded many beauties from various countries. Shusuoke had no choice but to work hard day and night to give Shulot a few more brothers and sisters.

"Father, when it comes to feasting and having fun, you still need to exercise moderation!"

After listening to his father's story, Shulot pursed his lips and warned in a low voice.

"Even if you have nothing to do in the army, you can practice martial arts every day and polish your body."

"Well, son, don't worry."

Shusoke smiled and shook his head slightly.

"These are all your grandfather's instructions. I am forced to enjoy myself!"

Hearing this, Shulot was stunned. He thought of his skinny grandfather, and then looked at his plump father. After a while, he nodded slowly.

".I see. Father, thank you for your hard work."

"Ha ha!"

Father and son laughed at each other. The cheerful laughter echoed in the courtyard, then suddenly stopped and turned into wordless silence. After a while, Shusoke patted his son on the shoulder and said with emotion.

"My son, come drink with me today, and you won't come home until you're drunk!"

"Okay! Don't you dare disobey me!"

The bamboo flute was brisk, the music was dancing, and the hearty feast lasted until late at night, only to end with Xiu Suoke's drunkenness.

In the main hall, the firelight was warm. Shulot put a thin blanket on his father, looked at his smiling mouth, and sighed softly.

"The eagle has entered the cage. Father, you have worked hard."

Afterwards, Shulot stood up and left, not staying in the house for long. Under the protection of Bertard, he walked in light clothes and walked through the vast night towards the high priest's mansion.

During these days in the capital, he would live with his grandfather, discuss some arrangements nearby, and spend more time with his elderly grandfather.

The high priest's palace is heavily guarded, with several layers of patrolling warriors inside and outside to guard against the assassination of certain nobles. Xiu Luote entered the mansion with ease. It was already dark, so he did not bother his grandfather anymore, but went to his small courtyard.

"Your Highness, there is someone in front of you!"

Halfway through, Bertard suddenly spoke up and his expression became solemn. He took a cautious step forward, blocking Shulot behind him. Then, the warrior commander narrowed his sharp eyes, slowly pulled out the bronze sword from his waist, and pointed diagonally forward.

"Um?"

Shulot was a little surprised. He followed the direction the bronze sword was pointing, and then he recognized a black figure in the shadow of the torch behind the courtyard wall.

The figure was motionless, standing in an extremely clever position. With the eye-catching firelight in front, it completely merged with the shadow behind, and there was not even a sound of breathing. Shulot has experienced battles and is considered an outstanding warrior, but if Bertard hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

"Who are you?"

Shulot frowned slightly and had some guesses in his mind. To appear in this way in the heavily guarded high priest's palace.

Seeing the reaction of the two people, the still figure seemed to come alive in an instant. She walked a few steps silently and came under the torch outside the courtyard, where she saw a woman in black. The woman wore a face-covering cloak, a black short coat, and silent cloth shoes. In order to facilitate movement, the black clothes were tightly gathered, outlining the exquisite and graceful curves, and like a tightened funnel.

"Greetings to you, Your Highness Shulot."

Under the wary gaze of the warrior commander, the woman in black walked silently, and after a few steps, lowered her head to greet Shulot. Her voice was like smoke, deep and full of confidence. Then, the woman in black stretched out her hand and slowly lifted her cloak, revealing a gorgeous and elegant face.

Shulot's eyes moved. Looking at the woman in front of him, he seemed to see the beautiful and moving stone lotus flowers blooming in the darkness on a moonlit night.

The woman in black calmly reached out, took out the high priest's jade talisman, and threw it to the still vigilant warrior leader. Then, she looked at the handsome face of Xiu Luote with her eyes, and suddenly smiled charmingly and bowed.

"Your Highness, from today on, I am your shadow slave. I will always be by your side, protect your safety, obey all your wills, and meet any of your needs. I will name you Naxiu."

The author Jun's cold is better now, and I sincerely thank everyone for their concern! っっ