The gorgeous light cast by the setting sun is like the majestic gaze of a god looking down, leaving a tilted reflection in the world. The tops of temples and palaces are reflected in the sunset, shining with brightness that is difficult to see, turning into the throne of heaven on earth.
And above the throne, there is an old man who has ruled the empire for fifty years. The glow blurred his face, leaving only a pair of eyes that encompassed the world, experienced centuries of vicissitudes and were ruthless.
After hearing the words of Chief Priest Kechar, the old man lowered his head slightly and looked at the young man who looked like leaves at his feet. Seeing the young man's bud-like age, the old man sighed softly.
The sigh of the rain god will turn into the autumn wind, and wherever the autumn wind blows, the leaves will rustle down and fall into the dust and mud.
"This child is the grandson of Little Shuttle? He is thirteen years old this year?"
The old man asked calmly. Time has made his voice older, but it has only erased the emotion in it, but cannot change its consistent hardness.
"Yes, elder. Shulot is one of the many grandsons of the High Priest Shuter. He is considered a branch of the royal family, but he has passed four generations. I heard that in exchange for Shuter's support, Avit Make him his heir. And Moctezuma II, the legitimate son of Asiacatel, is seven years old this year.”
Kechar continued to smile and bowed his head respectfully.
Then, he pondered for a moment and added: "This child has Suhui. Some people claim that he is the reincarnation of the great Montezuma I."
Speaking of this, Kechar had a gentle smile on his face. He knew the origin of this rumor very well.
Hearing the name of his deceased brother, the old man's eyes narrowed. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Kechar. The chief priest bowed his head again calmly.
The old man didn't ask. He quietly looked at the crowd at his feet, at the king and the young man under the royal banner, and at the afterglow of the sun drowning them. After a moment, he spoke slowly.
"Kechar. Avit killed Tisok. Is that right?"
Kechar's eyes narrowed. He carefully considered every word of the old man, then lowered his head and replied carefully.
"His Royal Highness Avit is more capable on the battlefield than King Tisoke, and the replacement of the throne is beneficial to the future of the royal family. But his process of killing Tisoke was too rough and damaged the majesty of the royal family. Moreover, this seizure of the throne did not I’ll ask for your opinion in advance. In my humble opinion, even if I seize the throne correctly, I should still be punished.”
The old man nodded slightly and imperceptibly. This action was keenly captured by Kechar, who had been with him for many years, and the chief priest smiled again.
"Trol of the Nezabal family is in Atotonilco, and now he has 16,000 men in his hands?" the old man asked in a statement tone.
"Yes, the elder clearly sees it. Commander Troll has broken away from contact with the Tlaxcala people. He has 8,000 warriors directly under Texcoco and 8,000 warriors from the eastern city-states. After the failure of the siege of Otopan , the Tlaxcalans stopped attacking, and now there is just a confrontation on the northeastern border."
Kechar's respectful report was followed by silence.
The old man pondered again. This time, he remained silent for a longer time, the palace was solemn, and Ugel also held his breath. Coupled with the statue-like elder guards at the rear, the huge palace is like a solidified oil painting, smeared with the red glow of the setting sun, and like a silent divine realm where you can hear the drop of a needle.
"Kechar, go and greet Avit. Tell him to come see me tomorrow and succeed to the throne."
The old man was calm, deciding the future king.
"You prepare the succession ceremony of Avit. Recall Troll, deprive him of the power to command the army, and then execute him and show his head to the public. The charge is that he left his post without permission, lost the food route, and caused the failure of the siege of Otopan. After everything is completed, Send this news to Bilil in the Nesavar family and tell me his reaction.”
The old man announced the fate of everyone indifferently, just like the original sun that controlled destiny.
"After the succession ceremony, the children of the Shuttle family will be left to your disposal. Little Shuttle has followed his brother for many years and remember to let his grandson go without pain."
Speaking of cold words, the old man's eyes had a hint of gentleness. It was a long and tender memory. It had been so long that the eldest brother was still in his prime, and the high priest Shuter was also thirteen years old.
"Follow your will." Kechar still had an impeccable smile on his face. He bowed deeply.
"You guys go down. I'm tired." The old man finally said.
Under the setting sun, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into the distant memories, those days of fighting with unlimited energy.
Kechar maintained his saluting posture and retreated silently. When he passed the elder guards behind the palace, he smiled again and saluted the leading warrior. The warrior did not respond. He just held the delicate clay pot in his arms and solemnly guarded the elder.
Kechar's eyes stayed on the pottery pot for a moment, then he continued to leave with a smile. Behind him was the priest elder Ugel who also left. Wugel ignored the leading warrior and went straight out of the palace.
The two of them left the palace and walked for half a quarter of an hour. Wugel then wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and then relaxed and moved his fat body. In late autumn, a gust of breeze blew by, making his face feel a little cold.
"Kechar, you salute a warrior, which really brings shame on the faces of the priests and elders!"
Ugel grinned and laughed at Kechar.
Kechar still had a warm smile on his face, which made people feel like spring breeze. He glanced at Wugel lightly, as if looking at a piece of rotten wood. Then he ignored the jeers and continued walking forward.
Wugel's face turned blue for a while. I looked around and saw only temple guards guarding in the distance. He then continued to laugh.
"You should be the one who spread the rumor about the reincarnation of the great Montezuma, right? Tsk, tsk, you are so cruel. You have to use this method even to deal with a thirteen-year-old child!"
Kechar stopped. There was no one around, except for the decades-old acquaintances in front of him, so he put away the smile on his face and turned it into indifferent disdain.
"Ugel, sometimes I really wonder, why is a turkey mixed in next to the egret on the top of the holy mountain? It's stupid and noisy!"
He smiled softly, and then continued to press forward before Ugel's attack.
"Please use your big head that is just a decoration and think about it!
That child is only thirteen years old now, and he is already a fifth-level coyote priest, the successor of Avitt, and the high priest of the Shuter line of inheritance!
If you don't strangle the young eagle to death while it's still young, why don't you have to wait for it to grow up step by step, until the eagle can't resist pounce on you and peck out your eyes? ! "
Kechar scolded sharply and finally no longer concealed the sharpness of the chief priest.
"Having a priest and elder like you really brings shame to my face!"
After returning the original words, Kechar sighed softly. He missed it in his heart.
"Ketoko, my outstanding nephew, you would not have died...if he hadn't saved Kuruka...Tisoke, my obedient student, you died because of him..."
Wugel's face turned green and red, but he was suppressed by the chief priest's aura and was unable to respond. He lost his voice for a moment and then replied: "We really can't let the high priests defeat us. So what are you going to do?"
"Purple foxglove juice, a small spoonful of it, will cause death from a sudden beating of the heart within two quarters of an hour. Likewise, ipecac juice, vomiting, heart failure, death. Black hellebore, diarrhea, heart failure, death. Also. There were poisonous mushrooms with red spots of death, which penetrated the intestines and abdomen, caused internal bleeding, and died in half a day.
If you want to go faster, the venom of the water viper will only take half a quarter of an hour to cause the body to turn black and bleed, causing it to rot and die. The venom of the spearhead snake caused bleeding from the five holes and death from shock. The viper's venom caused the skin to turn purple and he vomited blood while breathing and died. There are also the ovaries of the delicious fish. After eating the poisonous juice, the whole body is instantly paralyzed, respiratory failure, and the hands and feet twitch and die.
Haha, no, it’s better to go slower. The reddish-brown bush fungus is the best. Silently, the internal organs fail and liquefy, and the death is delayed for more than ten hours, and no one can detect it! ..."
Kechar murmured in a low voice, but deliberately let Ugel hear it. Listening to these terrible poisons, Ugel's fat body trembled slightly and his face began to turn pale.
"Kechar, you old poisoner! Where did you learn so many poison recipes? Did you lie to me casually?" Ugel raised his voice and shouted in fear.
"Ugel, you ignorant turkey." Kechar smiled slightly and looked at his old acquaintance jokingly. "Have you not carefully studied the inheritance of our high priest line? Poison can kill people, save people, and even deceive people. These are really useful things!"
Wugel forcibly regained his composure and looked at Kechar pretending to be fierce.
"Old poison! If you dare to use these poisons on my relatives and me, I will let you know what the revenge of a glorious noble is!"
Kechar chuckled again. He took two steps closer, his eyes showing cold light, staring at Ugel who was leaning back slightly, like a poisonous snake seeing its prey.
"Old turkey, you should be glad that you are stupid enough! Please continue to be stupid. Don't think that I don't know that Hugos went to Avitt, put your little thoughts away!"
Hearing this, Wu Geer felt guilty. He lowered his head slightly, missed Kechar's gaze, and shut up and stopped talking.
Kechar then turned his head, resumed his friendly smile, and pondered in his heart.
"What an idiot! Without the acquiescence of the elder, how could I dare to poison the royal family and the nobles at will. But judging from the elder's thoughts, I still have some nostalgia for Shuter."
"Then use the prepared holy water! Nothing will happen if you drink it alone, you will only feel happy and comfortable all over. But if you just drink the samurai's cocoa drink, you will have a headache and bleed after two quarters of an hour, and you will faint on the spot. If you control the dosage well, you will suffer from dementia, confusion, limb paralysis, and hemiplegia. At least you can save a life and show it to the high priest!"
The specially prepared holy water is an effective inhibitor of monoamine oxidase. When combined with cocoa rich in monoamines, it can easily cause a rapid increase in blood pressure and cause cerebral hemorrhage and stroke. This is a secret poison specially developed by the high priests to adapt to the customs of warriors and nobles.
Thinking of the junior who placed high hopes on his old rival Shuttle, he turned into a stupid imbecile. Then think of Shuttle's expression when he saw all this. The smile on Kechar's face became more cordial, warm, and amiable.
He chuckled, leaving Wu Geer standing still, and walked towards the crowd under the palace and temple with a kind look on his face. There, there is a ignorant young eagle, waiting for an unknown fate.
