When the night wind blows, the candles flicker in the wind, illuminating the murals of the gods. The side hall is deep, and darkness floats outside the firelight, engulfing the corners of the walls. The candles burn silently, the light and shadow flicker back and forth, and the gods on the murals seem to be alive.

Xiulot sat silently, waiting quietly, as if feeling something. He raised his head and glanced at the murals in the side hall. The main **** in the middle is still shining brightly under the worship of candlelight. And the **** of death in the corner has already hidden in the darkness, sticking out a long red tongue.

"Huh? I fell asleep?"

High Priest Shuttle opened his eyes suddenly. He shook his head, his eyes clouded for a while before regaining clarity. He was old, his energy was low, and he was tired for a whole day, and he couldn't hold on. As I was talking just now, I suddenly fell asleep. Fortunately, the summer nights are very warm, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold.

"Grandfather, you should rest earlier... Please be sure, take care of yourself!"

Xiulot stretched out his hand and held his grandfather's cool old hand, with worry in his eyes.

"No problem."

The high priest smiled and shook his grandson's hand. With warmth in his eyes, he spoke softly.

"Sholot, my child, is there anything else you need?"

Shulot was about to shake his head when he saw the map on the table. He pondered for a while, but still asked for it.

"Grandfather... the map information of the alliance, if it is convenient..."

"Well. I will ask someone to sort out a copy of the alliance information in the hands of the high priests."

The high priest immediately understood. He smiled and nodded in agreement.

"In the name of Eastern Expedition, I will hand it over to you. Just in case..."

Xiuluo nodded. Many records of the Alliance are wooden board drawings and stone carvings of sacrificial plates, which are stored in various temples, so it is difficult to copy them silently. If it is in the name of the Eastern Expedition, it will be much more convenient.

"Is there any more?"

"That's all for now. Grandfather, there is no need to rush..."

"Um."

Hearing this, the high priest nodded calmly, with a smile on his lips.

"Sholot, then I'll go to bed first."

"Grandfather, I will serve you to rest."

Shulot stood up and helped his grandfather up. The two stood side by side, one tall and one short, facing the candlelight on the wall. Seeing the candle flame, the high priest paused and regained his composure.

"Let's go."

"good!"

Xiulot walked out of the side hall with his grandfather on his arm. Before leaving, he suddenly looked back. I don't know when, the low residual candle has been completely burnt out, turning into blue smoke in the wind, leaving only a little gray traces.

"The candle... went out."

Shulot lowered his eyes, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart. He waited for his grandfather to sleep, and then quietly exited the house. The long night is silent, evoking distant thoughts, making people sleepless. Alone and independent, looking up at the galaxy in the sky, it is so bright.

After a long time, a low and deep sigh came faintly, with some incomprehensible meaning.

"May I ask who in the world...will live forever?..."

In the next two days, Xiu Luote went to the priest's hall regularly to assist his grandfather in handling the alliance's religious affairs, and often met with the priests and elders. According to his grandfather's instructions, he maintained etiquette on the surface and did not associate too closely with any elders.

The temple guards arrested them for two days, and all the dozens of Tracopan nobles who participated in the rebellion were arrested, and no one escaped. Then, the severe judgment was held in the temple of the **** of death.

The high priests and the royal family reached an agreement: the rebels will be punished by God, and everything will be strict, severe, and broad. We must take advantage of this opportunity to completely wipe out the centrifugal aristocratic forces in Tracopan.

However, within three days, the alliance's trial had its conclusion. Headed by the three great nobles, all the men of the clan sacrificed, severed the inheritance of the nobles, and were removed from the temple records. For the remaining ten or so nobles, adult males were sacrificed, and their families and children were exiled to the Western Kingdom.

And the entire aristocratic forces on the west side of Lake Texcoco will be completely cleaned up. The number of exiles set by the high priests is a shocking 20,000 people!

The startling news spreads fast, grabbing everyone's attention. The great nobles of the various states were anxious and fearful. The wave of alliance centralization reform is coming wave after wave, changing hundreds of thousands of years of tradition. And the capital city in the lake is like the center of a storm, constantly brewing new storms!

July passed in a sweeping storm, and August came quietly in a storm. On this day, Shulot finally found leisure and went to the noble district to meet the deputy head of the Eagle Legion, that is, his father, Xiu Suoke.

"Sholot, my son, you are here!"

Wearing a loose Chinese robe, Xiusoke stood at the gate of the mansion that was wide open. He smiled, opened his arms, and gave his son a warm hug.

"Haha, son, let me take a good look! Well, he is taller than me, and looks more heroic, with the demeanor of my youth!"

"Dear father, I salute you! The Lord God blesses you and wishes you good health!"

Xiulot bowed and hugged his father whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The last time the two separated was at the Huayamo Fortress in the north of Qincongcan. Two and a half years have passed in a flash, and my father has become thinner...Huh? wrong...

"Father...you..."

Shulot opened his eyes wide and touched his father in surprise. Under the loose robe was firm and thick fat, which completely covered up the sharp-edged muscles. He took a closer look at his father's face again, his cheeks were round and slightly chubby, and when he smiled, he had an obvious double chin.

"Haha, life in the capital is relatively...relaxed. Once you are free, the jaguar becomes a brown bear."

Xiusoke laughed at himself and shook his head. Afterwards, he pulled his most outstanding eldest son, and excitedly led him into the mansion.

"Come on, come on, Shulot, you just came today..."

Shulot followed his father, walking non-stop all the way, through the main hall where the front yard was discussed, and went straight to the back house where he lived. He was a little puzzled, but the words in his ears made him stagger and almost fell to the ground.

"My son, your youngest brother, is just one year old this month! Come here, let him call you brother..."

After seeing his one-year-old younger brother, Xiulot was finally able to sit upright and have a good chat with his father. He talked about the governance of the kingdom, the battle between the north and the south, and also mentioned the dangers he had encountered, and the current situation of the head of the Olosh army.

While listening carefully, Xiusoke looked at the heroic eldest son with relief and pride on his face.

"Sholot, my son, I am so proud to see you so brave!"

Then, he patted his stomach with emotion.

"As for me... as soon as I enter the capital, I will be rich and peaceful. In the past two years, let alone fighting with the enemy, I have never killed even a turkey... Even the bows on the walls are full of blood. Dust..."

For more than two years, although Xiu Suoke was the deputy head of the Eagle Legion, he didn't have much work to do. He didn't have a battalion of guards directly under him, and he had nothing else to do except to act as the king's guard during various ceremonies.

There is no business, but a lot of other things. Every now and then, the nobles of the capital would invite him, either to enjoy singing and dancing, or to go out to visit the garden. And when the interest comes up, everyone will drink and sing songs and recite poems.

The Mexica aristocrats highly respect poetry, and the elders will recite poems after the banquet. The status of poets among the common people is also much higher than that of musicians and dancers. Relying on a few poems from unknown sources, Xiu Suoke was still nicknamed "Poet of Glory" among the great nobles.

King Avit was also very gracious to him, giving him gifts from time to time, and rewarding many beauties from various countries. In desperation, Xiusock had no choice but to work hard day and night to give Xiulot a few more brothers and sisters...

"Father, there is still a need for restraint in feasting and having fun!"

After listening to his father's narration, Shulot pursed his lips and exhorted in a low voice.

"Even if you have nothing to do in the army, you can still practice martial arts and polish your body every day."

"Well, son, don't worry."

Xiusoke smiled and shook his head slightly.

"These are all your grandfather's orders... I was forced to have fun!..."

Hearing this, Xiulot was startled. He thought of his skinny grandfather, and then looked at his round father. After a while, he nodded slowly.

"...I see. Father, you have worked hard..."

"Ha ha!"

The father and son laughed at each other. The hearty laughter echoed in the courtyard, and then stopped suddenly, turning into wordless silence. After a while, Xiu Suoke patted his son's shoulder and said with emotion.

"My son, drink with me today, if you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

"Okay! How dare you disobey!"

The bamboo flute was brisk, the music and dancing were flying, and the feast did not end until late at night when Xiusoke passed out.

In the hall, the fire is warm. Shulot put a thin blanket on his father, looked at the corner of his smiling mouth, and sighed softly.

"The eagle enters the cage...Father, you have worked hard..."

Afterwards, Shulot got up and left without staying in the mansion for long. Under the guard of Bertard, he walked back to the mansion of the high priest in light clothes and in the vast night.

These days in the capital, he will live with his grandfather, discuss some arrangements nearby, and spend more time with his elderly grandfather.

The high priest's mansion is heavily guarded, and there are several layers of patrolling warriors inside and outside, guarding against the assassination of some nobles. Xiulot was familiar with the road and entered the mansion. It was getting dark, he didn't bother his grandfather anymore, but went to his small courtyard.

"Your Highness, there are people ahead!"

Halfway through, Bertard suddenly made a sound, his expression becoming serious. He stepped forward cautiously, keeping Shulot behind. Afterwards, the warrior commander squinted his sharp eyes, slowly pulled out the bronze sword at his waist, and pointed forward obliquely.

"Um?"

Xiulot was a little surprised. He followed the direction the bronze sword was pointing to, and only then did he recognize a black figure in the shadow of the torch behind the courtyard wall.

The figure was motionless, and its standing position was extremely ingenious. With the attention-grabbing firelight in front, it completely merged with the shadow behind it, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard. Shulott has gone through battles and is considered an outstanding warrior, but if it wasn't for Bertard's reminder, he would not have noticed at all...

"Who are you?"

Shulot frowned slightly, guessing in his heart. To be able to appear in this way in the heavily guarded high priest's mansion...

Seeing the reaction of the two, the still figure seemed to come alive in an instant. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com She walked a few steps silently, and came to the torch outside the courtyard, but it was a woman in black. The woman was wearing a cloak covering her face, a black short jacket, and silent cloth shoes under her feet. For the convenience of movement, the black clothes were tightly gathered, outlining exquisite and graceful curves, like a tightened funnel.

"Greetings, Your Highness Shulot."

Under the watchful eyes of the warrior commander, the woman in black came silently, and after a few steps, bowed her head to salute Shulot. Her voice was like smoke, low and full of confidence. Then, the woman in black stretched out her hand and slowly raised her cloak, revealing a gorgeous and elegant face.

Shulot's eyes moved. He looked at the woman in front of him, and seemed to see the beautiful and moving stone lotus flowers blooming in the dark on a moonlit night.

The woman in black calmly reached out, took out the high priest's jade talisman, and threw it to the still vigilant warrior commander. Afterwards, her eyes rolled around, she sized up Shulot's handsome face, suddenly smiled charmingly, and bowed to salute.

"Your Highness, from today onwards, I will be your Shadow Slave...I will always be by your side, protect your safety, obey all your wishes, and satisfy any of your needs...I will use your name , called Naxiu."