Chapter 639 The Second Kingdom Exploration, a Sudden Invitation

"The Lord God bears witness, I speak without falsehood! I am just a Mayan merchant who has no clan affiliation, wandering around the world, and was taken in by His Highness!"

In front of everyone, Tikalo held the Sun Hummingbird Amulet around his neck and swore sincerely.

"I am loyal to His Highness! His Highness has never treated me unfairly and granted me the right to operate the kingdom's goods. His Highness, who was inspired by God, also promised me that when the army marches east in the future, I will be allowed to become a respected noble lord in the Mayan land. The Lord God bears witness! I am sincerely planning for the kingdom and serving as a good guide for the fleet. I have no secrets!"

Hearing this, Chihuaco raised his eyebrows. He looked at the sincere expression of the Mayan merchant, and heard the other party's generous oath, and he was silent for a long time. After a moment, he touched his chin and asked the key to his doubts.

"Tikalo, you know so many epics and secrets, you are definitely not a commoner. What is your relationship with the Mayapan Kingdom and the Coco family?"

"Hmm"

Tikalo thought for a while. His true identity should only be known by His Highness Shenqi in the entire alliance. And what he has been telling is the true Mayan story, without any falsehood. Next, the fleet will sail to Yucatan, and a series of plans will be concluded. This conversation will gain the trust of the fleet. Except for the dust, the leaders on the ship are all very alert. Nine points of his words must be true, but one point of falsehood is quietly added in some fatal places.

"Dear Captain Chihuaco, Mayapan has been destroyed for more than 40 years, and the Cocom family has also been massacred. What relationship do I have with them now?"

Tikalo looked into Chihuaco's eyes with a frank look.

"Of course, we, the exiled Mayan merchants, sailing on the sea, do have astronomy and geography heritage. These heritages all come from Mayapan. Most people's ancestors were merchants in Mayapan. My ancestors were the seafaring nobles left after the fall of Mayapan, and that's why many epics were passed down. So, I miss the lost kingdom and yearn for the once glorious family! But all of this is gone, and has nothing to do with the present."

"When the magnificent Mayapan fell, we, the sea merchants, no longer had a suzerain, no fiefdoms and clans, and from then on we only lived for ourselves. And now, Your Highness is my suzerain, and he promised me today and the future, and I will live for Your Highness!"

"The seafaring nobles of Mayapan, the heritage of astronomy and geography live for Your Highness?"

The old militiaman's eyes flashed, staring at the Mayan merchant Ticarlo. Ticarlo smiled and faced it calmly. The two looked at each other for a long time until the chief priest Tomat coughed lightly and came out to rescue.

"Ahem! Praise the Lord! Captain Qi, Ticarlo prays three times a day and is quite pious to the Lord. He has served the kingdom for many years, and His Highness trusts him quite a bit. As for the Mayan story he told, as long as you find the local nobles and ask them, you will know whether it is true or not. We sailed five thousand miles away, and the most important thing is to work together and unite under the guidance of the Lord!"

"Well, Priest Tomat, what you said is indeed reasonable."

The old militia nodded and looked away. He did not find any definite doubts from Ticarlo. But he always felt something was wrong in his heart.

"Hey! A large group of Mayan warriors are coming towards us!"

Puap had been looking around, and at this time he immediately greeted the fleet.

"Be careful and alert, pick up your weapons!"

Everyone came to the side of the ship, watching hundreds of Mayan warriors paddling dozens of canoes, coming from the river bank, getting closer and closer.

Due to the hot climate of the rainforest, most Mayan warriors, unlike the Mexica warriors on the plateau, did not wear cotton or leather armor, but only wore a short feather crown on their heads, and tied a hood and rope around their waists. They would tie a small shield on their left arm, carry a flint spear as tall as a person on their backs, and have more than one flint short knife on their waists.

Hawkeye observed carefully and found that the Mayan warriors' shield ropes were also inserted with small darts specially used for throwing. Some of the Mayan warriors behind also carried special spear throwers and spears, as well as a small number of short bows.

The Tomat priest narrowed his eyes and looked at the naked upper bodies of these Mayan warriors. Many people had similar gods and patterns carved on their chests and backs, as well as abstract symbols symbolizing the family. Obviously, these Mayan tribes are devout believers in gods and have a strong sense of family belonging.

Soon, a warrior leader wearing short cotton armor and tattooed on his face came to the flagship ship. He frowned, looked carefully at the equipment of the warriors on the ship, and immediately tightened his spear, alert. Then, he shouted loudly to the people on the flagship from ten steps away, first in Mayan, and then in the strangely accented Nahua language.

"Warriors and merchants from the powerful Tiger Tribe! This is the divine domain of the Moon Mother Goddess, where rivers flow and trade flourishes. The Moon God has given the descendants of the gods a will, and I will tell you through my mouth, Chaha! He said that the fleet coming from afar has long been known to the gods. You are not enemies, but friends. Friends should sit down, drink and eat together, and do business together! "

"At this moment, the respected descendant of the Moon Water God in the city-state, Crocodile King Aayin, is in the palace, waiting for friends to arrive! Friends who went ashore first are now eating and drinking, holding beautiful girls, waiting for the sun to set. Come on, respected leader of the fleet, please follow me to meet the descendants of the city-state and enjoy a glorious dinner!"

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing the invitation from the leader of the Mayan warriors, Chihuaco pursed his lips, confusion appearing on his face. He looked at Puap and asked aloud.

"Have all the samurai and sailors who went out to buy water come back?"

"No. None came back!"

Puap frowned and looked at the market not far away, but did not see any warriors from the kingdom.

"Listen to what this Mayan said, are all the crew members who came ashore controlled by them?"

"Well"

Chihuaco scratched his head and looked at the Mayan warrior leader. There was a smile on the other party's face, no hostility was seen, and he even looked a bit sincere. He looked around again. Most of the hundreds of Mayan warriors were not wearing armor, and the expressions on their faces did not look like they were about to fight.

"All right!"

After hesitating for a moment, Chihuaco finally nodded. He looked at Puap and gave instructions carefully.

"Lao Pu. I will go ashore and go to Red Lake Town to see what the crocodile king A Yin wants to do with us! You and your warriors stay on the boat and be careful. If I don't come back tonight, you Just hurry up”

"Don't worry! Old man Qi, I will lead the warriors in armor and fight in to rescue you!"

Puap patted his chest and made a generous promise. When he saw the equipment of these Mayan warriors, he immediately felt confident in his heart and wanted to beat the other five with one!

".you."

Chihuaco originally wanted to say that if he didn't come back, Lao Pu would run away quickly. But looking at the promise of the Gray Earth Warrior, he pursed his lips, softened his eyes, and changed his words.

"Okay, you can figure it out!"

Then, Chihuaco looked at the revered priest of the main god on the boat. The decision-making power of many kingdom negotiations lies in the hands of the Thomat priests.

"Priest Tuomat, please come with me to meet the other party's leader during this meeting!"

"God bless you! Okay, I will go with you to see the lost brothers."

Priest Tomat nodded heavily, reached out and took out another copy of Ali Sutra, with a copper ax tied around his waist.

Mayan businessman Ti Carlo stood aside, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Hearing the Mayan warrior's call and invitation, he could already guess what was going on.

"The Serpent God protects his descendants! It seems that the previous arrangements have finally paid off."

"Tikallo!"

The old militiaman gave a few instructions and suddenly turned around. He looked at the cunning Mayan businessman and gave a serious order.

"You also come with me and go to the town to meet the descendants of the Mayans!"

"Well?."

Hearing this, Ti Carlo's smile froze and he was stunned. But the old militiaman didn't give him a chance to speak. He waved his hand, put his spear on his back, and jumped onto the Mayan boat.

"Let's go! Go early and come back early!"