"Come, come, Your Highness has spoken, everyone go back to your seats and continue drinking!"

Izel, the mountain patriarch of the Glory family, put on a smiling face and ordered loudly.

"Let the Vastec dancer come over and dance a little. Keep playing, keep dancing!"

Soon, the charming Vastec girl came to the middle of the banquet wearing shellfish. They stretched their waists cheerfully, lifted their toes lightly, and danced a cat dance that made people think.

The atmosphere in the venue was happy again. The nobles in the west talked, laughed and drank while watching the dance, as if nothing happened. From time to time, someone came forward, toasted the king, congratulated him a few words, and then retreated naturally.

"The Lord God blesses the alliance, and the king shines everywhere! Respected King Avit has sent envoys to various states to summon the nobles to the capital to meet and participate in the celebration. Your Highness, your wedding in the near future will become a grand event of the Glory Alliance!"

Izel raised his glass, bowed his head, and drank it down.

"Congratulations to Your Highness!"

Hearing this, Shulot pursed his lips, with a smile on his face, but his heart was full of anticipation. He raised his wine glass, nodded with a smile, and drank the remaining wine in the glass, but his expression became solemn.

"Izel, congratulations to you too! Xizheng said goodbye, your bravery made me unforgettable. When I saw you again, your face was already clear, and your eyes were as sharp as a falcon!"

Hearing these profound words, Izel hesitated slightly. The meaning of his name is "dark eyes, blurred face". The hardships of being a **** in the past surfaced in his mind, but he never regretted the choice that night. Now, a new choice is in front of us.

After a long silence, Izel made another choice. He stepped forward calmly, and got within two steps of Shulot. Then, under Bertard's vigilant eyes, the young mountain patriarch whispered insignificantly.

"Your Highness, Commander Xiusock... Tepetl's death... is all planned by the Alliance Intelligence Corps... Chief Intelligence Officer."

Hearing this, Xiulot nodded lightly. The answer did not surprise him. Seeing Shulot's calm expression, Ezer gritted his teeth and continued to remind.

"Your Highness, my respect for you has never changed! The Chief Intelligence Officer of the Female Snake...is interested in Your Highness...Please be careful!"

"Huh? Are you interested in Your Highness?"

Shulot raised his brows and remained silent. The only ones who can bear the title of "Little Highness" are the thirteen-year-old Montezuma II, the son of the former king Asia Cartel, and the eight-year-old Chimalpili II, the son of Avit. There is no doubt that Gilliam is interested in the latter, that is, Alyssa's younger brother. And the so-called "intentional"...

After thinking for a moment, Shulot nodded calmly. He reached out and patted Izel on the shoulder.

"Izel, my appreciation for you has never changed! The Lord God bless you!"

"Lord God bless!"

The two toasted and drank together, and the conversation became a little more intimate. Xiulot recalled the previous confusion and asked softly.

"The high priest has a lenient disposition and has always been on good terms with the nobles in the west. Why are everyone so afraid?"

"..."

Hearing Kuan Ren's evaluation, Izel was speechless for a while. He looked at His Highness's puzzled expression, bowed his head and answered respectfully.

"Your Highness, the High Priest is in charge of the religious law, has carried out strict reforms, and has received religious power from all over the alliance in the capital. Now it is quite effective! In the past three years, no less than two or three of the great nobles and priest families in various parts of the alliance have been ordered to be wiped out for violating the religious order. Ten families. In the western city-state, five families also perished...and the title of the High Priest in the alliance is 'Scarlet Setting Sun, God's Sacrifice'..."

"Ah? The **** setting sun, the sacrificer of the gods..."

Shulot's eyes widened, and he couldn't accept it for a while. He couldn't connect the kind and kind grandfather in his memory with the ruthless high priest that Izel said. But he is soberly aware that if the alliance's religious law and centralization reforms are to be effective, they must be stained with the blood of the old nobles. And at the banquet, the reaction of the western nobles really proved this point...

Xiulot returned to his seat and sat down, thinking silently, without speaking again. Izel also returned to his seat, asked the maid to deliver fresh fruits, chatted and laughed with the surrounding nobles, and maintained the atmosphere in the venue.

Cheerful bamboo flutes sounded, surrounded by profuse dance and music, and before one knew it, the night was already deep. The banquet came to an end when the maids delivered the carefully blended cocoa again. Many nobles drank together and prayed to the emblem of the Lord God.

"Praise the Lord God, drink this cup to the brim! He blesses the Union and promises us the Mexica, to be above all the tribes in the world!"

As the host, Izel smiled and toasted.

"Pray to the Lord God! May He bless us!"

"Pray to the Lord God! May He bless us!"

Many nobles shouted together. Xiulot raised his glass with a smile, his eyes swept across the field. All the prayers to the Lord God were sincere and respectful.

"Praise the elders, drink this cup to the full! He is the immortal sun, who will always shine on the Mexica Union, go through the next reincarnation, and ignite the sacred fire of the mountain!"

Izel paused, and praised sincerely.

"Pray for the elder! May he always be healthy!"

"Pray for the elder! May he always be healthy!"

According to the alliance calendar, a reincarnation is 52 years. The beginning of the previous reincarnation was 1454, and the next reincarnation was in 1506. Although news of the elder's serious illness was faintly circulated among the nobles, most of the nobles still stubbornly believed that the elder would regain his health again like many times before.

Xiuluo nodded. Regarding the prayers of the elders, the faces of the nobles showed seven points of reverence and three points of fear.

"Praise the king, drink this cup to the brim! He is the supreme king, and will lead the entire alliance on the road to prosperity, and dominate all parts of the world!"

Izel looked solemn, and turned to face east.

"Congratulations to the king! May he rule the world!"

The western nobles present did not respond immediately. Everyone looked at each other, until a few noble elders took the lead, and then turned to the east one after another.

"Congratulations to the king! May he rule the world!"

Shulot saw everything in his eyes. For King Avit's congratulations, the nobles were five points in awe, three points obedient, and two points hidden dissatisfaction. The source of this dissatisfaction is precisely the centralization reform of the king. Whether it is the priests who go to various villages, the business taxes that have been recovered one after another, or the interference in the inheritance of the nobles, it means damage to the interests of the great nobles.

These contradictions were temporarily suppressed by the powerful central government, and were continuously alleviated through wars and transfers, maintaining the superficial peace.

"If the elders go to the Kingdom of God, will the powerful nobles everywhere still be so obedient?"

Shulot lowered his eyes and thought for a while, until Izel came again.

Izel raised his wine glass and saluted His Highness respectfully, making Shulot the center of the banquet.

"Praise Your Highness, drink this cup to the brim! He is the invincible commander and the future sun of the alliance. The grand ceremony is coming soon, let us celebrate His Highness's wedding!"

Everyone gathered around, with smiles on their faces. Now that His Highness is close at hand, the faces of the nobles are naturally full of joy and sincerity!

"Congratulations to Your Highness! I wish you and the princess to lead the alliance side by side to a more glorious future!..."

At noon the next day, Shulot woke up from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes suddenly, and was relieved when he saw the warrior commander standing at the door. I drank too much yesterday, although the tequila at this time is not high in alcohol, it can still knock people down after drinking it repeatedly.

Shulot shook his head with a wry smile, rubbed his eyebrows, and looked at the warrior commander.

"Did I say anything I shouldn't have said last night?"

Bertard smiled and shook his head.

"Your Highness, no. When you were drunk, you didn't say anything. You just seemed to be chanting some inarticulate, indistinguishable... scriptures?"

"Huh? Inflected, indecipherable scriptures?"

Shulot was startled, and vaguely had some guesses.

"Yes. There is a sentence that is repeated repeatedly, back and forth. The big concept has been repeated dozens of times, and I can remember it."

Berthard opened his mouth with a smile, repeating the "scripture" that he couldn't understand but could remember.

"...The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water~ The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water!~~"

"Well..."

"By the way, there is another sentence in the back, but I can understand it."

Bertard raised the corners of his mouth and repeated in a low voice.

"The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water. Alyssa, here I come!~"

"ah?..."

"Your Highness, what is the meaning of this scripture?"

Hearing this, Xiulot was a little embarrassed, and answered calmly.

"The meaning of that sentence is to pray to the Lord God, may the wedding go well!..."

"Okay. Your Highness, I will remember."

"..."

Relaxed time is always short. Xiulot didn't stay in the western city-state for too long. At noon on the third day, he was escorted by Izel, boarded the galley warship, and once again led three thousand guards to the Texcoco Lake, one or two hundred miles away.

A few days later, the shimmering light of Lake Texcoco flashed before the eyes of the king again. The Texcoco Lake District is the heart of the Union and the most prosperous place in the Mexica Valley.

Along the way, the surrounding villages are full of people, and the business travelers on the lake are intertwined. Bright flowers bloom on the islands in the lake, which are the gardens of the nobles. A large piece of Milpa farmland is lush and green on the shore of the lake, and farmers are busy in the fields from time to time. Rich Chinampa floating fields alternate on the lake, growing expensive herbs, cocoa and spices. Everything in front of everyone was full of the prosperity of early summer.

From Lake Texcoco, the Kingdom fleet turned south. When the sun slanted to the west, the holy city of Teotihuacan appeared in the east of the lakeshore, tens of miles away.

Shulot ordered the ship to stop. He landed on the land on the east bank of the Lake District, looking at his hometown in this life. Memories of my childhood came to my mind, which made me feel a little emotional for no reason. Soon, dusk was approaching, and the golden-red glow covered the lake. Xiulot took three hundred guards, found a village by the lake, and rested overnight on the land close to his hometown.

Compared with the villages in the Patzcuaro Lake District, the villages on Lake Texcoco are significantly more prosperous. In addition to the barn, there are many stone houses and many small wooden houses in the village.

When His Royal Highness arrived, the "Three Elders" who managed the village respectfully greeted them and bowed to the ground. According to the tradition of the alliance, one is the village priest, the other is the village leader, and the other two are samurai or militia leaders with status.

With a gentle expression, Xiulot comforted the "Three Elders" a few words. Afterwards, he recruited the young village priest Yoloki to inspect the village together.

A statue of the main **** is erected in the center of the village. Under the statue is a stone altar, on which there are some natural rosin, fragrant herbs, dried bacon, and some fragments of gold. Yes, the villages of the Valley of Mexico are so rich, with precious metals adorning altars to their gods.

At this time, it was evening prayer time, and many villagers were kneeling in front of the altar, praying devoutly to the Lord God. Shulot watched from a distance for a moment, but didn't step forward to disturb him. He nodded in satisfaction, and said to the young priest with a smile.

"Yes, the believers are very pious. Yoloki, next, take me to the barn in the village!"

Hearing this, the young priest Yoloki pursed his lips, bowed his head and obeyed.

A group of people went to the barn built with blue bricks. The rainy season in the valley is very hot and the precipitation is abundant. The barn must be strictly built with bricks and covered with thatch leaves, so that the food can be preserved for a long time without mold.

Xiulot checked the outside of the barn, touched the thick wall with his hand, and nodded in satisfaction again.

"Yoloki, take me to the warehouse!"

"Master Patriarch..."

Yoloki gritted his teeth, wanted to say something, but didn't speak. He silently pushed open the barn door and walked in first.

"Um?!"

Shulot entered the barn, his face sank instantly. The walls of the barn are empty, only a few scattered bags of dried beans, a few baskets of dried pumpkins, and some dried insects, but not even a bag of corn! You know, it's only mid-to-late July now. There are still more than two months until the corn harvest; more than a month before the pumpkin harvest.

"Damn it!"

Hearing the suzerain's angry shout, the young priest Yoloki fell to his knees with a "plop".

"Master Patriarch..."

"Yoloki, according to the teachings, at least one year's grain should be stored in the barn to prepare for the famine in the coming year!"

Xiu Luote's face was livid, and he pulled out the bronze sword at his waist with a "dang", and asked with killing intent.

"Tell me, where did the food in the barn go?... It was you, did you embezzle it?"

"Ah! Dear Patriarch, I don't, I don't..."

Yoloki's face was ashen. He kowtowed to the ground with a "bang bang" and hurriedly defended himself.

"Witness of the Lord God! I didn't embezzle any food!...Master Suzerain, all the food in the village was confiscated by the nobles who were entrusted with it!"

"Um?"

Hearing this, Xiulot's expression moved slightly.

"All were confiscated?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

Yoloki nodded again and again, clenching his fists and swearing.

"Master Sovereign, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Four months ago, this place was just brought under the direct control of the alliance! The hereditary nobles who were originally entrusted here finally collected a wave of tribute, and all food and valuable property were confiscated. Even the tribute to the Lord God was sifted from the river that went to the gold mine in the past two months..."

"...Damn it! Which nobleman dares to be so bold!"

Hearing this, Shulot showed anger.

"Tell me, the name of the hereditary noble here! I will report to the alliance and severely punish it!"

"Ah? Sovereign Priest..."

"Why, you dare not say?"

"...No, it's not."

Yoloki licked his lips and replied carefully.

"Two months ago, the hereditary noble family had already been decreed by the high priest, and the whole family was exterminated!"

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