Everyone stopped talking and went out to greet him together.
Standing at the entrance of the palace, Shulot saw an old man in his fifties coming towards him.
The old man has a pair of eyes like an eagle, and wherever his sharp gaze falls, it makes people feel cold. Time has left deep carvings on his face, blending with the bright red lines on his face, etching on his majestic and indifferent face, which makes people not feel old, but has a kind of miraculousness that is not like the human world.
The old man wears a formal obsidian long crown. The long crown looks very heavy. The crown is wide and in front is the "divine face" arranged with gems. Two large ruby "eyes" were scanning the world as the old man walked. On the top of the crown are countless long green feathers half a meter long, and behind the crown are dense short blue feathers, expanding outward neatly like the brilliant sun.
Shulot felt his head hurt when he looked at the thick high priest's crown. Acap and Orosh seemed to have been stabbed by something, and they lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly.
Under the sun, the old man gradually approached, and the light flickered, almost brightening Shulot's eyes.
He wears a red cloak with a circle of red feathers inlaid around it. The golden sun is engraved on the cloak. Inside is a gorgeous robe, with gold and silver grains on the front and back respectively, inlaid with the rays of the sun and the moon. .
A dazzling necklace hung from his neck. It was made of the finest obsidian, with countless golden sand-like light spots inside. The bracelets and anklets are also made of pure gold, and the golden light sparkles when you walk.
Mexicans do not care about the monetary value of gold, but simply admire the color of the sun.
The old man's walk was slow and steady, as if he was carrying some kind of "divinity". Akapu lowered his head and stepped forward, wanting to help him a little, but saw the old man tilting his head slightly and looking at him with neither joy nor anger, so he immediately put his hands up and stood aside respectfully.
Everyone lowered their heads and waited quietly on both sides until the old man walked slowly into the side hall, then followed him and crowded in behind the old man.
The air suddenly became quiet, until the old man stopped and turned around, his sharp gaze fell on Shusoke's face, and Shusoke lowered his head so that he was lower than the old man's eyes.
"Xiusoke, the priest assembly has decided to mobilize a mixed regiment to participate in the coronation war. You will become the leader of eight thousand people and lead them to fight for the king and the city-state."
Orosh raised his head and let out a suppressed cheer. Then he was struck by the old man's gaze and lowered his head again.
"Yes! High Priest. I will fight for the city and the king!"
Upon hearing this reply, an invisible smile appeared on the high priest's stone-carved face. Then his eyes glanced at Acap and Orosh. "Xiusoke, I have something to talk to you alone."
Akapu and Orosh made a courtesy to the gods, consciously pushed the door open, and then closed the door.
High Priest Shuter then took off the obsidian crown on his head and slowly placed it on the stone table, revealing a head full of gray hair. As if some kind of heavy divinity had been lifted off him, he could breathe a little now, and the expression on his face became more vivid.
Shulot stepped forward and touched the stone crown, it was really hard, and he tried to hug it, but it was so heavy. It should be made of real stone. It seems that being a high priest is really laborious work, and my grandfather is in really good health.
Shusuoke hurriedly stepped forward to help, helping the old man take off his thick cloak, real necklace, and pure gold bracelet. Only then could Shulot see that beneath the dazzling and tall priest's attire was a skinny, weather-beaten old man.
Shuter sat relaxed on the ground, his thin body finally becoming a little rickety. He patted the place next to him, asked Shulot to sit next to him, and stroked his grandson's head naturally with his left hand. He held Shusok with his right hand and asked him to sit opposite, one big and two small, complementing each other.
There are no outsiders anymore, and we can finally say something private.
"The city-state decided to mobilize a group of 8,000 people and ten battalions, half of which were city-state elite battalions and half were rural civilian battalions. That is, four thousand warriors and four thousand militiamen."
"This time I suppress all the elders and let you be the leader of the expedition." The old man's eyes were still sharp. "You must seize this opportunity and gain enough military exploits."
"When you come back, I will have reason to upgrade you from a second-level hereditary noble to a third-level honorable noble. In a few years, you will be able to become the city-state manager as you should." The high priest spoke majestically. destiny.
Shusok nodded, but there was a rare hesitation: "This battle is not easy to fight. It is unlikely that the Otomi people will fight us head-on. The king's decision seems a bit hasty."
Shuttle nodded, "Every decision made by the king is naturally the king's responsibility. However, I will send a messenger to him to help you avoid the meaningless siege."
"What you need to do is to find a suitable time to fight head-on with the Otomi people. Don't care about the casualties! I just want you to come back, and I just want enough results. Warriors are like blooming flowers, they will always wither. Somewhere. The common people are like weeds in the fields. Even if they die, they will keep popping up. Only you are the cocoa tree blessed by the gods, destined to shoulder the responsibility of leading the city-state!"
Shusok remained silent and did not answer. Suter put her right hand on his shoulder, looked at his son's resolute face, and said softly: "I know that because of your background, you have some childish feelings for civilians and lower-class warriors. Since I was a child, I I can’t stay with you and teach you the ways of aristocrats, but let your mother give you too many weak emotions of common people.”
"But trees and weeds cannot be at the same height. As a priest, religious law stipulates that I cannot officially marry a wife. But as a bloodline of the Sun God, I must cultivate a big tree to protect my family from wind and rain. You were born with the future on your shoulders. Go fight! Victory must be watered with life.
The warriors of the city-state did not care whether their leader was an illegitimate child. What they care about is whether you are brave enough and have enough blood of enemies on your hands! "
Shusok finally nodded, looked into his father's eyes, and said loudly: "I will, father!"
Shulot pretended to be a rag doll and listened to the teaching on the disharmony of the three views, focusing on his grandfather's robe. How are these gold and silver particles inlaid on the cotton cloth? To the touch, it seems that some kind of precision silk weaving technology and natural viscose are used. Maybe it could be used to make cloth face armor?
So Shuter's eyes finally shifted to his grandson beside him. "How are you going to arrange Shulot?"
Shusok looked at his son lovingly and said, "Xulot has just returned from hunting. When I go on the expedition, I plan to let him have a good rest at home, and he can also learn the knowledge of the priest from you."
Shuttle pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "No. Let Shulot go with you, and the priest's knowledge can be supplemented later. After the results of this capture are tallied, I will promote Shulot to a formal priest." Then during this war, you arrange a few prisoners for him, so that when he comes back, I can promote him to the second-level priest 'Pamit'."
"But Xiulote is only twelve years old. Such a young second-level priest..."
"Take him with you! Shulot is good at mathematics and can help you calculate the food and grass clearly. With mathematics and military exploits, he will be enough to convince everyone. What's more, I am here."
After saying that, Shuttle lowered his head lovingly and pinched Shulot's face. The movement is very light and does not hurt at all. "Xulot, you have been smart since you were a child. You are our hope and the hope of the family. Listen to your father carefully. I know that you actually know everything."
"A second-level priest who is twelve or thirteen years old. In two years, I will make you the youngest fifth-level 'Coyote Priest'. In this way, you can take my place when I leave. Shulot, You have to remember.”
Shuttle looked into the young man's eyes, as if he was trying to convey something with his gaze.
"You were born extraordinary and had a vision from heaven! You are also a descendant of Akama Picchitli, the king of Mexica in the past, with the same bloodline as you! Your future has infinite possibilities, and I will seize every opportunity for you. a chance!"
"And my future," the old man finally whispered to himself, "is only a few years away from the Kingdom of God..."
