Chapter 531: The King's Sorrow

The moon is hidden and the stars are sparse, and the warriors are returning south. Fifty Mexica warriors rushed on the starry night, guarding the holy body of the high priest, and rushed south.

Ewa carried the high priest on his back and rushed all the way. The high priest's holy body was extremely thin, like a light fallen leaf. It was carried on the body of the personal guard without affecting his running at all. He passed through the outer city filled with houses, fought his way out of the city suburbs patrolled by warriors, ran across the dim and flat fields, climbed up the undulating hills, and finally arrived at the southern legion's camp at dawn.

The patrolling samurai team verified their identities and hurriedly let them go. Within a quarter of an hour, Ewa passed through the camp and came to the coach's tent.

It was just dawning, and Shulot was sitting cross-legged in the big tent, drinking a bowl of hot black bean soup. He tossed and turned last night, always having inexplicable heart palpitations, and never fell asleep. Na Xiu boiled a pot of black beans and added some herbs to calm His Highness.

"The army from the south is pressing down on the border, and the whole city of Cholula is in panic, so they send envoys to ask for peace. Well, my grandfather will go to Cholula City for talks, and there will definitely be no problems! With the blessing of the Lord God, I hope my grandfather will return soon!"

Shulot whispered to himself, kept talking to himself, and even prayed for a moment.

"I can see my grandfather again in two days at most. I have to persuade him. He is old and must not run around anymore! It always makes me worry."

"Your Highness, the high priest's personal envoy, I would like to see you!"

Bertard suddenly opened the tent door and walked in quickly. His face looked extremely bad, pale and full of worry, shocked and sad.

"The high priest's personal envoy? Coming at this time?"

Hearing this, Shulot's heart suddenly thumped, and he had an ominous premonition. He frowned, feeling his heart palpitating almost convulsively, and called out in a deep voice.

"Let him come in and report! What happened in Cholula City?"

"Your Highness, you must be prepared."

Bertard pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice.

"He, the high priest."

"Um?!"

Shulot stood up suddenly, still holding the black bean soup in his hand. His expression suddenly changed, his hands trembled slightly, and he asked sharply.

"Grandpa?! What happened to Grandpa?!"

"Hey! Come in! Be careful, don't touch the high priest."

Bertard turned around, sighed, and called in a deep voice outside the tent.

Eva strode in, dusty and with tears in her eyes. He held a skinny old man in his arms, a high priest with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips, sleeping deeply!

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Seeing that familiar face, Shulot's mind suddenly went blank. At this moment, he was like a stone and wooden sculpture that had been enchanted, standing blankly on the spot, unable to say a word or move at all. He just looked at the skinny figure, the silver hair, and the grandfather who cared about him day and night, his pupils dilated, as if he had lost his soul.

"Your Highness! The high priest, he."

Ewa fell to his knees with a "pop" sound. With tears in his eyes, he carefully placed the sleeping high priest on the cotton blanket in the tent. Then, he gritted his teeth, suppressed the grief and anger in his heart, and howled softly.

"The high priest was poisoned by Cholula's priests!"

"boom!"

Like a thunderbolt, it suddenly exploded in my mind. Shulot's hands and feet were trembling, his eyes were red, and he stumbled over. The pottery bowl in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces with a bang, just like the broken heart of the king. And the soothing black bean soup spilled all over the floor, like the scattered soul of the king.

"Grandpa? Are you pretending to be asleep?"

Shulot fell in front of his grandfather, his voice stammering. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the tip of his grandfather's nose. He quickly retracted it like an electric shock, leaving only a murmur in his mouth.

"Grandfather, wake up, wake up! Open your eyes and look, it's me! It's me, my grandson Shulot, the grandson you have loved most since childhood! Don't sleep anymore, I Please. I never ask for help. I beg you just this time! Please look at my grandson again!"

As he spoke, tears gradually overflowed from the king's eyes. The tears overflowed the eyes, and then stayed along the corners of the eyes, turning into two lines of silent tears. There was deathly silence in the entire tent, except for the king's painful and desperate plea.

"Please"

The high priest lay quietly on the ground, indifferent to Shulot's pleas. Facing his favorite grandson, he had never been so cold and hard-hearted. He just closed his eyes and looked into the king's eyes with the brightest smile. This was his last smile, a smile of pride for his grandson, in his dying dream.

"Please"

The king's voice became low and hoarse. With tears in his eyes, he weakly lowered his body and pressed his face against his grandfather's. He wanted to pass on the warmth of life to his grandfather who was close at hand, but he only felt stiffness and coldness. We are so close at this moment, but we are separated by heaven and earth, and we will never see each other again!

"Tick tock!"

Warm tears fell on the corners of the high priest's eyes, just like his new tears. And the tears became more and more numerous, and they became denser and denser, and finally they formed a thread, connecting the two people who were separated in life and death. Shulot couldn't bear it anymore, and started crying like a desperate and powerless child.

"Oh! Grandpa, don't leave me. You promised me, you promised me! You don't keep your word."

Memories of the past flooded into my mind one after another. My grandfather’s encouragement when I was young, my grandfather’s teachings when I was young, my grandfather’s expectations when I was young, and the love that has never changed!

He knew that there would never be another person in his life who could make him rely on him wholeheartedly like a child and accompany him through the most vulnerable time. There would never be another person in his life who would gently rub his head, look at him tenderly, and do his best to pave the way for his future with his life.

He knew that the young child would die with his grandfather who doted on him. From then on, he would be the only one left on this road, a king who grew up alone.

"Grandfather!"

The king's voice was hoarse, like the cry of a raven when it left. Naxiu knelt beside him, with tears of heartache in her eyes. Bertard closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Then he opened his eyes and waved his hand.

"Everyone go out! Leave His Highness alone and quiet."

Everyone silently left the tent, leaving only the lonely and tearful king and a corpse with a cold smile. The cloth door of the tent slowly closed, and no one could see the scene inside anymore.

"Ah!"

After a moment, a cry that was not like a human voice suddenly broke out in the tent, like thunder before a rainstorm. Then, the thunder gradually became lower, with boundless hatred, rubbing from the tip of the teeth, turning into a cold and hoarse roar.

"The Twelve Priests of Cholula must die!"

As I was writing, I thought of some past events. So sad.