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It was afternoon outside the window. The slanted sunlight poured in from the window, illuminating the nobles in the house. Facing things beyond cognition, the deep faces finally revealed real feelings: surprise, contemplation, puzzlement, worry, and fear. Sherlot looked at everyone's expressions, turned his back to the light of the sun, like an apostle who walked out of the myth.

Looking at the mysterious smoke and the young man in the sun, everyone was shocked and lost their minds for a moment.

After a while, Avit spoke first, full of interest.

"Shirot, this burning salt, the... nitre in the soil, is very similar to the Tarasco's Stone of the Dead. How can it be used?"

The young man smiled confidently.

"Burning salt, salt, sulphur, and charcoal powder can make an epoch-making thing! ... uh... a potion in the fire that can easily ignite boats on the water. The Talasco strategy is coming soon. , it can help us achieve an advantage in the water!"

Halfway through the words, Shilot changed his tune in the middle. He was not sure about the explosive power of the original gunpowder, and he needed time to find a suitable gunpowder formula, so he just briefly described the effect of gunpowder on combustion.

"The potion in the fire can burn on the water? Shilot, is that true?!"

Hearing this, Avit looked serious and looked at the boy with piercing eyes.

At the beginning of the new year, the parliamentary group has been discussing the offensive line after the autumn harvest. The Alliance is about to mobilize tens of thousands of warriors and militias to march across the country to Tarasco, starting a real war of gods.

The failure of the Otomi War last year is still fresh in our minds. The huge army needs an astonishing supply of food and grass, and a stable and efficient logistics transportation line must be established. In this era, convenient water transportation is the only option.

But unlike the Otomi, the Tarrascos occupied the fishermen's land of Mikancho. They have boat divisions of the same size, which has always made the Mexica Alliance deeply fearful. If you can't get enough water superiority to suppress the enemy's attacking fleet, the water supply line will be impossible to talk about.

Avit's eyes became dark. He recalled the topography of the Mikancho Land. Between the two rivers in the north and the south, there was a large lake. The fertile core was a flat lakeside valley, and the firm periphery was rolling hills.

A few years ago, on his first westward expedition, along the Balsas River, he encountered a Tarasque convoy. The Mexica navy and the other side fought repeatedly, the samurai and the militia fell like rain, but neither side could gain a real advantage.

The army was forced to abandon the waterway and go ashore, and could only storm the fortresses of the Tarasco eastern line in the complex and narrow mountains. It was a long and **** battle, with difficult logistics and difficult terrain, and thinking about it is like a nightmare.

Feeling the pressure in Avette's eyes, Shiloh nodded cautiously and explained seriously.

"Gunpowder can burn in water. Gunpowder does not need air to burn. It produces a lot of gas and high temperature when it burns, and the high-temperature expanding air can push the water away, providing room for continued burning..."

There was a moment of confusion in Avit's eyes. Fortunately, he is smarter than ordinary people, and he often chats with young people, so he can vaguely understand at this time.

On the other side, the three warrior ministers looked at each other at a loss as if they were listening to the scriptures. They doubted their belief and could only attribute it to the magic of the priests.

The intelligence officer returned to the corner at some point. His perspective is different from ordinary people, and his eyes stay on everyone's faces. Just a little observation, he was sure that Shilot was full of confidence and did not lie. Then, he quietly and silently observed everyone's expressions, inferred their psychology, and then firmly remembered their characters.

After a long while, Avit was slightly delighted and ordered in a deep voice.

"Shirot, my student, the gunpowder you said was very important in the war in Tarrasco. If you can really develop a flame that burns in water, it will be the first feat of this western expedition! What do you need? The Alliance will do its best to support you!"

After finally waiting for this promise, Shulot smiled and saluted seriously.

"King, I need the big salt mine in the south of the capital until March, to collect raw materials for making earth nitrate. Also, I need a wide R&D center, because it involves burning, it's best to stay away from the city. I have many other ideas. To try it out, you need to form a new crafting center, specializing in useful new technologies."

"What! Big Salt Mine? That's..."

Hearing the key words, the royal aristocrat Iscali finally recovered from his absence. He spoke hastily, glaring at Shirlot.

King Avet glanced over indifferently, with a sense of pressure and a majesty that should not be offended. Iscali shut up for a moment. He lowered his head, indignant.

Sherlot didn't pay attention. The teenager made a calculation in his mind. Recently, he has received a lot of inspiration in the craftsman area, and there are quite a few scientific research projects planned.

The engraving and printing of the jade craftsman and the firing of glass by the mason must be tested as soon as possible; the clay mold casting of the goldsmith and the porcelain of the potter are put on hold for the time being; ; Use charcoal, sulfur, and soil nitrate to develop original gunpowder, and explore more powerful formulas.

By the way, when the first batch of copper mines from Mayan merchants arrives from the south of Tarasco, they will build copper spears and train pikemen. It is also possible to make simple and effective cloth armor with bronze armor pieces. At present, the source of high-quality spearmen has not yet arrived, and thousands of miners have been spotted...

Thinking of this, Shulot opened his mouth to speak, wanting to ask Avit for the miners of the gold and quarry mines.

The king just turned his head, and the eyes full of Sen Ran have not been put away. The young man felt a chill in his heart, and his intuition told him that now was not the time to speak. He waited peacefully.

Avit pondered for a moment, and his expression calmed down. Immediately, he smiled slightly and promised the boy.

"Shirot, the big salt mine is handed over to you. If you are short of money and manpower, you can apply directly to me. If you have any new creations and inventions, come and report to me at any time. The Prince Texcoco Palace in the East After being confiscated by the royal family, it has been idle until now. There is a large space and many houses, and it will be handed over to you as a new craftsmanship center. You can also use the old craftsmanship as the center. Anyway, you often go to Kuod... "

Xiuluo's head should be yes, and then he was slightly taken aback. Arvet seemed to know his whereabouts like the back of his hand.

"There is a small island in the salt water area outside the embankment in the southeast. It can't be planted with chinampa. It can be used as a site for your burning test. I will let the Marine Corps cooperate with you. Remember, the flame burning in the water is the focus of your research. To make usable weapons!"

Having said that, Avit took two steps closer, obscuring Shulot's figure and blocking the view of the ministers. He gently touched the boy's head and said in a low voice.

"The west expedition after the autumn harvest is my coronation war. You stand with me, don't let me repeat the mistakes of Tisok!"

Shilot raised his head in surprise and looked into Avette's eyes, savoring the real emotion of this moment.

The eyes of the two met, and the memories of the past flooded into their hearts. Avit remembered the rescue of the boy during the decisive battle, and Shulot remembered the sound of the feast after the victory... The two were silent for a moment, looked at each other and smiled tacitly, As if back to the past.

"Avit, I will always stand with you." The boy promised, in the name of the ancestor.

Avett smiled mildly. When he turned around and faced the crowd, he was already a majestic king.

The meetings that followed were a bit turbulent, mostly about the government affairs of the capital, the negotiation between the tribes and the city-state, and the collection of new year tributes.

The councillors alternately reported on military and political matters, and from time to time nobles outside were called in. The king made a decision quickly and decisively. Avit is already familiar with the work of the king, and the complicated government affairs are handled like a stream of water in his hands. Occasionally, Gilliam offers suggestions and additions to details.

The elders have let go of the affairs of the alliance, and now it is the responsibility of the king.

After the New Year's sacrifice, the elders would go into seclusion again, no longer interfering with the operation of the capital, but to carry out religious reform behind the scenes. His body can no longer support the high-intensity work, and now he is just trying to live a few more years, suppressing the entire alliance before the king can establish enough authority.

This year's New Year's ritual is also much later than in previous years. The priests discussed the new regulations and prepared many changes.

Shulot sat next to Avit~lightnovelpub.net~ quietly watching the busyness of the power center. He is constantly learning, thinking about the principles and perspectives of how people deal with problems, keeping in mind the values ​​of the tribal era, and analyzing cases that convince everyone.

This is a whole new field. One day, teenagers will also need to face the same difficulties and challenges. No one can be born to be a king, and the king needs to go through a long road of growth. Fortunately, under the guidance of the elders, the king's door has been opened to him.

When the sun sets in the west, the sunset glows over the king's palace. The nobles in the outer hall dispersed one after another and joined each other to participate in the banquet. Iscali and Tepopolo also bowed to the king together and left the government hall side by side.

Arvit continued to work, thinking about priorities. The power of the king does not come down from the sky, but comes from the decisions of every government affairs.

Shirot watched the back of Iscali and Tepopolo leaving hand in hand. He felt a little uneasy. The young man pondered for a long time, and finally found the source of his unease. Immediately, he realized.

"The royal family is the strength of the royal family, but they are not separated from the great aristocracy, but closely connected! The different classes are never distinct, but intertwined and dynamically linked. The great aristocrats are not monolithic, but separate and different. Overall. Therefore, the reform for the great aristocracy must not be too radical, but to combat a group of noble enemies, win over a group of partners, and neutralize a group of bystanders."

After thinking about this, Xiulote smiled, and the words of ancient and modern philosophers came to mind.

"The so-called governance is how to make our enemies less and less, and make our friends more and more... Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish, without haste or slow, and appropriate benefits."

Not far away, Gilliam watched silently, analyzing the changes in the boy's expression. This time, he frowned slightly, secretly confused.