Yin Shi in May is a strong wind blowing from the seashore and a shower falling from the sky. The drizzle drenched the city wall, and mercilessly wet the row of heads hanging high above the city gate. The heads were new, just beginning to rot. Those open mouths seemed to be screaming silently, and the teeth that were not seriously worn foreshadowed the unusual identity of the deceased.

Under the **** of a team of Mexica warriors, the snake mother chief Miyawa walked out of the deep city gate in a black robe. She raised her head, paused for a moment, looked at the head that she had cut off with her own hands, and died in death, first raised the corners of her mouth, and then gradually narrowed her smile.

"Yin Erwei, Qiyan...May your souls rest in the kingdom of the Lord God! Of course, if you don't want to rest, cursing me...is normal...I don't mind..."

With a gloomy expression, Miyawa whispered a prayer in Totonac. Afterwards, she straightened her spine, tightened the king's sacrificial robe, which was obviously too big, and walked easily to the camp outside the city surrounded by Mexica warriors.

"True power always comes from people. People's connection, people's trust, and people's support. And as long as I can pry people's hearts, it means I have power!..."

Miyawa clearly knows all of this and the essence of power. Therefore, she just asked the respected king for a team of Mexica personal guards, and proved her connection with His Highness Mexica, and easily won the hearts of the remnants of Jinwan.

And when she gained the upper hand, she moved without hesitation, like a poisonous snake biting, a fatal blow! In just a few days, the elders and opponents in the tribe had all turned into hanging heads, a part of her prestige. As for the chieftains, chieftains and priests in the various ministries of Jinwan, they had no choice but to bow their heads to her completely.

"It's a pity!...The warriors of the tribe...His Highness won't let me intervene..."

Miyawa's thoughts were tossed, and there was a faint regret in her heart, but she didn't dare to cross the red line of the king. She walked lightly, her sacrificial robe tightly wrapped her body, not revealing a single bit. Whenever she meets the patrolling kingdom warriors, she always smiles and nods gently, and her gestures are solemn and elegant like a ceremony.

"Praise the Lord God! May the Lord God bless the kingdom!"

"Praise the Lord God! God bless the kingdom!"

The patrolling warriors bowed their heads and saluted respectfully. It wasn't until the teams crossed away that the warriors of the kingdom looked bewildered and talked a lot.

"Lord God! Who was that respected lady just now?"

"I don't know...but the one who guards her seems to be His Highness's personal guard?..."

"Yes! On her robe, there is a pattern of the **** of death...could it be His Highness's..."

"Hush! Don't make random guesses, she is some kind of chief who surrendered in Jinwan City... and now lives in His Highness's camp..."

"Ah! So that's how it is..."

Hearing the voices of the discussion gradually going away, Miyawa's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the corners of his mouth were raised. Although, the king of the camp was indifferent and ruthless, did not give her any public promises, nor announced her identity. However, the power gathered in her hands has never been seen before...

"His Royal Highness's trust is the source of power...and if I want to gain more power, I must gain more trust...doing more satisfactorily!..."

Miyawa narrowed her eyes and looked at the fields outside the city. Pieces of tribal farmland were neatly reclaimed. Tens of thousands of tribal people, carrying bamboo baskets with seeds on their backs and digging sticks of wood and stones, are digging in the fields and planting corn seeds, just like a colony of busy ants. Not far away, there are simple farm camps one after another, and large groups of semi-underground cave houses are built, which are the nests of ants.

The faintly audible sound of dingdong is the sound of craftsmen making stone tools to meet the needs of farming. Farther away, the voices of priests praying and warriors calling for patrols seemed to be a busy background and a guarantee to maintain this busyness.

"The organized ant colony...is really strong and orderly!..."

Looking at the neatly striped fields and countless tribesmen farming at the same time, Miyawa licked his lips, feeling a kind of surging power. This kind of power, compared with the once loose tribe, is like tall trees and messy grass, from top to bottom, they are completely different!

"The kingdom's decree clearly stipulates responsibilities, and no one dares to violate it... This is the power of order!..."

Miyawa stood on tiptoe and greedily looked at the busy "ant colony" for a while. This collective and orderly working scene, like the neat military formation of the Mexica, appeared for the first time on the seashore! The source of order at this moment is the kingdom's terrifying coercion, the strict military laws of various ministries, the teachings preached by the priests, and the newly established centralized management after the deprivation of power by the loose chiefs.

"The mission His Highness gave me, I will work harder... Select a reliable deacon from the surrendered Totonak ministries!..."

Thinking of this, Miyawa tightened her robe, and reached out to touch the two volumes in her arms, which she held carefully. The pictorial text and square characters on it are a personal name written by her. And as long as they pass the review of the Mexica priests and His Royal Highness nods in agreement, these names will change from humble and busy "ants" to leaders of teams of "ant colonies" and participate in the management of the village.

Now, this is the most important task in her hands, as well as the greatest power: to provide "assistants" who are proficient in simple calculations and farming management for the newly established farming camps.

As for the sources of these "assistant priests", they were the Totonak village priests, tribal sages, and ordinary headmen who once mastered culture and guided the farming of the tribe. But right now, these conquered Totonak elites must go through her screening and guarantee before they can re-enter the seaside ruling system and become a member of the grassroots managers.

"Identify the various ministries that have surrendered, carefully select and recommend them, and provide capable and reliable talents... Spread this kind of ant colony-like farmland to the vast seaside!..."

Miawa pursed her lips, feeling the strong wind on the seashore, and also feeling the blow of power. Her face was filled with a bright light, like a fruit moistened by dew. She lowered her head and walked down from the high pyramid to His Highness's low tent, but the longing in her heart was like the rising sun, giving her the strength to keep climbing.

"Your Highness, this is a new list!...In Jinwan City, one hundred and eighty-three chieftains, priests and sages are all here...I It has been carefully screened, and there will be no chiefs who are ignorant of current affairs and harbor resentment. The names circled in red are those who have reservations in their hearts and need to be continuously enlightened and taught by the priests..."

In the big tent, Xiulot sat cross-legged, with a map spread out on the table. He took the roster handed over by Miyawa, flipped through it a little, scanned more than half of the red circles and names, and raised his brows slightly. After a while, he nodded, put away the roster, and showed approval.

"Myawa, you did a good job, much faster than I thought!"

"Your Highness, I am willing to dedicate everything to you!...As long as these people pass the test of the priests' beliefs and go to the various ministries as soon as possible...then there is still time to manage the spring plowing, supervise the plowing around Jinwan City, and expand the area sown this year..."

Miyawa bowed his head respectfully and explained in detail. She has no charming posture, but is full of solemnity and seriousness, just like a qualified chief minister.

"Hmm... well said..."

Shulot raised his head, looked at the woman beside him for a while, and asked in a deep voice.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"Well... Your Highness, I also wrote a roster, maybe you will be interested..."

Miawa took a deep breath, bowed her head, with a respectful smile on her face. Shulot raised his brows, took another roster, flipped through it a little, thoughtfully.

"...Mitipova...Matnal...Queslica...all female names? Myawa, what is this?"

"Your Highness, these are the names of noble ladies from various tribes in the hundreds of miles around Jinwan City. There are more than 200 of them... Some of them are unmarried, some are married, but their husbands have already died in battle... and those circled in red, It is the husband who is not dead, but can die soon..."

Miyawa smiled lightly~lightnovelpub.net~ bent down, rubbed against the thinking king, and suggested softly.

"Your Majesty... the most important bloodlines of the seaside tribes, and those divine bloodlines passed down by word of mouth, I asked the priests and sages of each tribe one by one, and they are all here! ... According to the traditions of the seaside tribes, noble women, There is also the right of succession to the clan..."

"Your Highness! As long as you choose strong Mexica warriors, marry these noble women, manage these tribes, and give birth to new children...then, the kingdom's rule on the seashore will be further stabilized! And in On the seashore, the so-called noble blood is the blood of the Mexica..."

"Oh? Tribal marriage, blood fusion? So many people, so fast... Well, it should be like this, the sooner the better..."

Hearing Miawa's suggestion, Shulot pondered for a moment and made a decisive decision. He stared at the excited woman, stroked her flushed cheeks, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Myawa, I will choose a group of loyal warriors from my guards and stay in the seaside! And I will leave the task of proposing marriage to you. Follow the tradition of the Totonac people and custom, to do things right..."

"Yes! Your Highness!...the married names circled in red..."

"Don't get meddled yet, give your name to Chief Priest Yin Cui. The newly established Inquisition by the seaside will take care of everything, in the name of God!"

"Yes, I obey you!..."

"Go! What else is there?"

"Your Highness... blood... fusion... here... um..."

"..."

The wind became more urgent, and the drizzle fell. The seeds of corn sprouted, and their roots protruded in the soft earth. Under the nourishment of rainwater, the sown seeds will grow slowly and penetrate deep into the earth until they take root firmly and hold the soil in their hands.