Chapter 523 The Promise of Death

Darkness extended in the hall, bringing a deathly silence. Shadows struck the heart and fell on the face, blurring the face. Only two pairs of old and deep eyes were left, staring at each other in silence.

"Ding, ding"

Soon, two elder guards came in with short weapons. They took out the fire, lit the candles under the murals, bowed respectfully, and retreated silently. The candlelight lit up the light, fell on the two white-haired old men, and cast a long, deep shadow. And the real shadow, Chevali, stood beside the two, holding a pottery jar in one hand and a copper axe in the other.

Silence was spreading, and silence was silent. The elder lowered his eyes, his face was calm, and he waited patiently. There was no murderous intent or urgency on his face. He just smiled calmly, as if he was still recalling that long and real dream.

The high priest closed his eyes, and many memories came to his mind. There were deceased fathers and ancestors, dead wives, children who died young, and hope for continuation. The long time flows in his heart like a quiet river, making death dull.

He thought of his youth, when the Three States Alliance was just established in the era of his predecessor Iscoatl, and the lake capital was just beginning to show its grandeur. He thought of his youth and middle age, when the ancient holy city of Teotihuacan, which had experienced vicissitudes of life, was gradually restored in the era of his predecessor Montezuma. Then, he thought of his old age, and the gradually growing hope, from the early fledglings of the holy city, to the young feathers growing in the capital, to the eagle spreading its wings in the west! Gradually, a smile floated on the corners of his mouth and bloomed wantonly.

After a long time, the high priest straightened his spine. For the first time, he looked straight at the elder, and nodded slowly with the same majestic gesture.

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the elder opened his eyes. He looked at his nephew, and saw the other party's calmness and calmness when facing death, and smiled with relief and satisfaction.

"Good! Shuter, you didn't disappoint me."

The high priest nodded calmly without saying anything. He looked at Chevalli beside him, staring at the small pottery jar, and calmly waiting for death. He had long known what was in the other's pottery jar.

The elder had a smile on his lips. He looked at the high priest's expression and whispered faintly.

"My child, not at this time, not here."

"Hmm? Elder?"

Hearing this, the high priest was slightly startled. The calmness on his face was finally broken, showing a bit of surprise.

"Shuter, I can't live for too long, but I can still delay for two days."

The elder smiled indifferently, speaking frankly about life and death.

"Your body can't live for two years, but you can still travel far."

"Hmm."

The high priest was silent, waiting for an answer, an answer about death.

"Before returning to the sacred tree, don't you want to see the child again?"

The elder smiled kindly and asked calmly.

The high priest's expression suddenly changed, and a little light gradually lit up in his heart.

"What do you mean?"

"It's inevitable that it's a bit lonely when only the two of us are on the road. There are too many old guys in this world who don't want to leave, and they occupy too many positions."

The elder smiled, his expression gentle and calm. At this moment, he was like a kind-hearted old man, holding a broom called death in his hand, hoping to clean the house.

"The Holy City of Cholula, the family of twelve priests, has lasted for too long. So take them with you!"

"Take them, together?"

Hearing this, the high priest suddenly smiled. His smile was pure and clean, as if a hardworking child also wanted to clean the house.

"Well. The Holy City of Cholula is where the hearts of the people in the world are. Without a big reason, children are always reluctant to do it."

The elder smiled and nodded, with the corners of his mouth raised. He thought of the familiar old people in Cholula, and he did miss them a little.

"There are just a few days left, let's make a death agreement. I'll let you leave, go see the kid first, then go to Cholula City and chat with the old guys. Their magic smoke is good, the incense is good, and the potion is good, you can enjoy it. Then, you leave there!"

"Leave there?"

The high priest narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement.

"I see. Not bad!"

"Well. I will let Shadow Chevali leave the lake city with you."

The elder ordered calmly. This is a guarantee and a contract. Of course, the form is greater than the reality.

". You go for two days first, and I will come when Shadow comes back."

"Ha, a death agreement!"

The high priest raised his mouth. He looked at the elder's face and asked with a smile.

"Elder, you let me go, aren't you worried?"

"Shutter, my child, I believe you."

The elder's eyes were deep, with a faint smile.

"After I leave, the balance of power in the alliance will be broken. If you don't want to see the children make mistakes, you will make a choice."

"Indeed. After the warm sun sets, the cold darkness descends. Some things are inevitable."

The high priest thought for a moment and nodded slowly. With the elders' plan, they will not leave no countermeasures. The food supply of the southern army is in the hands of the lake capital. If he leaves the lake capital, most of the influence he can exert will be lost. Now, it is not yet time for Shulot to take the throne.

"Well! With my body, there is no need to live another year or two."

The high priest smiled with relief, stretched out his hand again, put on the dignified feather crown, and covered his silver hair.

"Elder, then we have agreed to meet at the sacred tree!"

"Haha! Good!"

The elder laughed heartily. This was the first time in many years, and it would be his last time. He smiled and stretched out his hand, holding the arm of the high priest, which was still thin and old.

"For the alliance."

Hearing this, the high priest shook his head and answered solemnly.

"No, for my grandson."

"No problem. Your grandson is the future of the alliance."

The elder promised calmly.

"I will leave a will and hand it to him."

Hearing this, the high priest paused and nodded heavily.

"Okay! Lord God bless you!"

At this moment, the high priest Shuter's face showed a rare piety. He rarely prayed like this, but at this moment he was full of hope.

The elder was slightly startled. He was silent for a while, and then he responded softly, praying devoutly to the god he had created with his own hands for the first time.

"Lord God bless you!"

The two old men lowered their eyes and prayed for a few breaths at the same time. Then, the high priest stood up, looked at the elder deeply for a while, and asked the last question.

"Elder, who will take over as the high priest after I leave?"

"Uger."

"Uger?"

"Well. In the past few years, the pace of religious reform has gone too far. The power of the priests is too great. After we leave, there is no need for strong changes, and there is no need to move forward. Take a break and wait for a generation."

".Okay!"

The high priest was silent for a moment, bowed his head, and bowed solemnly.

The elder smiled and nodded slightly as a return gesture.

Then, the high priest turned and left without stopping. Behind him, a silent shadow followed and disappeared into the dark corridor.

The elder watched for a moment, smiled calmly, and closed his eyes. The deep dark sea came again, swallowing his soul into it, bringing an illusion that was difficult to break free from. Then, a faint light lit up on the sacred tree in the dream, slowly guiding him into the eternal end.