"Ohh Ohh ohh!..."

Dim candlelight swayed in the black tent. And the woman's cry, accompanied by the burning candle, also gradually became smaller. She has been crying for too long, and her tears are like dry springs, which will finally stop flowing.

"Okay. Miawa, don't cry! Since you want to see me, you can't keep crying, right?"

Shulot stood quietly in the tent and spoke in a deep voice. He was neatly dressed and had a calm face, but his body was hugged tightly by a woman, like a tree hugged by a koala. He lowered his head, only to see the woman's head buried in her arms, with tears and snot streaming down her nose, even covering the sacrificial robe on his chest.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Miawa raised her head, her eyes were blurred and empty. Her voice was crisp and clean, and her face showed timid fear and dependence, like a little girl who was lost at home.

"Lord God! Priest Aquis, how many hallucinogenic secret medicines have you been given..."

Seeing the snake priestess who looked like a little girl, Shulot frowned and felt her forehead throbbing. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Miawa huddled in a dark corner alone in a tulle, hugging her fair legs, like a helpless little girl. He lit a candle, and the other party's eyes were full of fear, and he desperately wanted to shrink back. And when he approached and let Miyawa see his face clearly, the other party was stunned for a while, and then rushed forward excitedly.

At that moment, Shulot almost thought he was attacked. He raised his palm and pointed it at the woman's neck, about to knock her down violently. But the woman's incoherent cry made him startled for a moment, and he let the other party hug and cry bitterly, and finally did nothing.

"Mommy is dead...light...take me away!...I'm scared...booooo!..."

Thinking of this, Shulot lowered his eyes and felt the tight embrace in his arms, feeling a little helpless for a while.

"Is this still the wise and charming snake priestess?...I just want to talk about the situation of the seaside ministries!..."

He stared at Miawa's eyes, looked at the pupils that had never been focused, and knew that Miawa was still in a dream state. In such a state, all mental defenses will be disintegrated by strong stimulation, and all memories that are unwilling to recall or even hidden in the subconscious mind can also be awakened intentionally.

"This is the time to communicate with the gods, and it is also the time to trade with demons, to explore the mysteries of the soul..."

For the priests on the plateau, they are good at using this state to make mysterious prophecies. Of course, for the Mexica priests, the more practical use is to give long-term psychological hints to the sacrifices in the fantasy dream. Only by changing the nerve synapses in this way and truly repeatedly "brainwashing" can the sacrifices overcome their fear and instinct, complete the wonderful sacrificial performance, and then calmly walk towards the death of the sacrifice.

"Black feather jade, mandala, psilocybin, sage, morning glory, magical morning glory, ayahuasca, various scorpion venoms, insect venoms and snake venoms... Tropical America is a natural treasure house of pharmacy. And The aboriginal priests who have been passed down for thousands of years are also masters of herbal medicine just like the voodoo shamans in black Africa!..."

Nephrite jade is warm and fragrant in his arms, but Xiulot's thoughts drift to the distance, wandering in the mysterious and vast tropical America. He stood for a long time, until the woman in his arms was motionless and even snored slightly, before returning from the distant Civic.

"Um?"

Shulot lowered his head and watched Miawa leaning against his arms, tilting his head, and fell asleep standing up exhausted. He shook his head, then broke free from the woman and put her on the straw bed in the corner. The young king stood by the bed, looking at the sleeping woman who subconsciously curled up and hugged her legs, with complicated emotions flashing in his heart.

"Hug when you meet, cry when you hug, and sleep after crying. This is really..."

"Looks strong, looks fearless, but actually has no sense of security in her heart, just like a little girl. The shadow of childhood has been shrouded like a nightmare, shaping a sick mind... and advocating strength without moral constraints , unscrupulous, just to constantly pursue power and find a sense of security..."

Shulot narrowed his eyes and looked at the sleeping Miawa with sharp eyes. Under the influence of the priest's potion, and under the inspection of the priest of Aquis, the woman's heart was almost seen through, and her spiritual weakness was undoubtedly exposed. Until this moment, facing the undefended snake priestess, Shulot's cold and guarded heart finally loosened a bit.

"The Snake Priestess, the Snake Mother Chief... She is different from other Totonac chiefs, she has no feelings for tribes and glory... She will obey the orders of the strong, even if this order is to change her beliefs, Abandoning the traditions of the tribe... Even if the Totonac people are to be fully integrated into the kingdom's system..."

"So, as long as you stay strong, you can firmly control it without any betrayal. If you are not strong enough and show weakness, you will be backlashed..."

"And I will always be strong! Even in the face of colonists with technological advantages, I will always walk on the path of being fast and powerful and not going wrong!"

The young king raised his head slightly, staring at the burning candle, but his eyes shone with fiery confidence. He turned his head, took a deep look at the graceful snake priestess, and then extinguished the residual candle with a big wave of his hand. Afterwards, the king did not stay, but opened the big tent and left.

"Eckart, let's go!"

"Eh? Not staying overnight?...Master, your clothes?"

The head of the guard, Eckart, was startled, watching the young king carefully. He was very sure at first, but now he is not sure what happened in the account.

"It's okay! What an interesting woman! I'll come back in two days."

Shulot raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hand. His expression was leisurely, and his footsteps did not stop. Eckart quickly followed without asking any more questions.

"By the way, tell Priest Aquis not to feed her hallucinogenic secret medicine anymore. If you feed her too much secret medicine, the wise mind will disappear, leaving only a good-looking skin. It doesn't help..."

"Follow you, Patriarch!"

The head of the guard, Eckart, bowed his head and agreed. He pondered what the king said, thoughtfully. The two of them went one behind the other, and within a moment, they disappeared into the bonfire in the distance. But the setting sun had already set, and darkness struck from the horizon, drowning and devouring the lonely big tent again silently.

There is no candlelight ~lightnovelpub.net~ in the dark tent and no moonlight. The woman curled up alone, terrified, struggling in a dark dream. When she woke up from the dream, she suddenly opened her eyes and shouted in fear.

"Don't! Don't! Don't kill her! No! Mom!..."

Miawa's eyes widened in horror, and uncontrollable tears flowed down her cheeks, like blood flowing from the deepest scar in her heart. She stared blankly at the tent above her head, and wept in a daze. The memories of her death impacted her heart, as if she had become that weak and helpless little girl who could do nothing.

"Mom is dead!..."

"How long has Mom been dead?..."

"I'm twenty-four...that's eighteen years..."

"Eighteen years? So fast! I've been asleep for a long time... woo woo!..."

It was not until a long time later that Miawa's blurred eyes gradually gained focus. She muttered to herself, as if speaking to another person, another dead self.

"Who are you?"

"I am you!"

"who I am?"

"You are Mia Vakotel, a little girl who was sent to the Feathered Serpent Temple."

"No! You're not right! I've grown up! I'm not a little girl!  …"

"You've grown up, but I haven't. I'm still a little girl."

"No! I am not! I am the mighty Chief Snake Mother! Who are you?"

"I am...you!..."

The icy tent was pitch black, and a deep darkness enveloped everything. In this silent night, an awakened woman was talking to herself, but two different voices echoed in the dark tent. These two voices are very nice, one is magnetic and hoarse, the other is clean and crisp. Asking and answering in the camp of the Mexica priests is like passing through time.

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