The setting sun reflects on the white stone city, creating brilliant light and shadow on the pure white walls, like the fate of a noble person.
On the east side of the capital city in the lake, on the outskirts of the palace area, there is a vast mansion with a red roof and white walls. This mansion is very close to the ferry east of the capital. Only half a day away, you can take a canoe and go to the city of Texcoco on the east shore of Lake Texcoco.
The mansion has a rare two-story building that exceeds civilian regulations. Dozens of houses and halls are arranged neatly and solemnly. The south-facing residence is spacious and bright, decorated with obsidian and volcanic rock patterns. This is the master's room.
Behind the main house there is a platform with the same height as the house, with stone and wood benches for sunbathing and shade, which the Mexican nobles loved. In the corner of the mansion, there is a special toilet covered with hay and plaster, and incense is lit at the door.
At this time, an elegant and handsome young man in Chinese clothes was lying on the bench, looking at the gorgeous and fleeting sunset, and sighing at the glory of the past and present. There was gentle melancholy on his face, and a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
"The king of the Mexica ascended the throne, what a grand and glorious ceremony it was! Today I think of you, Coyote, my great father. If I meet you again, after a long time, accompanied by the brilliant How can I tell you about the sunset? With silence, with tears, with sighs... I can never forget the lost glory of Texcoco."
Beside the young man, there was a middle-aged warrior. His face was full of determination.
"Dear King, we will definitely revive the city-state and lead the alliance! The Tenochtitlan people are having a brutal civil war again, and their cruel rule will not last long. The old thieves will eventually die!"
Hearing the warrior's words, the young man nodded slightly. Then, he sat up solemnly, his eyes flashing.
"In front of outsiders, don't call me king, I'm just a prince now."
The middle-aged samurai looked angry. He blushed and shouted in a lowered voice.
"The Tenochtitlan people are just one of the three tribes that built the alliance. They are a barbaric tribe living on the island, unjust rebels who rebelled against the patriarch. How can they compare with the Texcoco people who have been inherited for three hundred years! We are a country of culture. There are wooden murals in the great library that are thousands of years old. The beautiful poems of the kings are better than the world! We did not succumb to the Tepanek people back then, and we will not succumb to the Tenochtit now. Orchid!"
The young man also straightened his back and looked solemn and solemn.
"You are right! We will rise again eventually! Time treats mortals equally, and even the immortal sun will eventually die. Now, my uncle still controls the eight thousand warriors of the city. As long as we endure it, we will wait until the future The timing!”
After saying that, the two looked at each other for a long time, firm belief burning in their eyes.
At this moment, an attendant hurriedly came from the main hall.
"Your Highness the Prince, the chief priest of the Alliance is here to visit and is waiting in the main hall. Please go and meet him."
Prince Texcoco instantly restrained all his sharpness and turned into a melancholy and gentle young man. He nodded to the warrior and walked towards the main hall with steady steps. After a while, the chief priest in the feather crown costume appeared in front of him. He held the magic staff in one hand and the red-bottomed wooden box in the other.
"Dear Prince Billil, His Royal Highness the fasting prince, in the name of the patron saint, I salute you!" Kechar smiled cordially.
"Dear Chief Priest, the descendants of Acolva salute you and welcome your arrival! What can I do for you?" Prince Bilil bowed his head slightly to express respect to God's spokesperson.
Kechar pondered slightly, then sighed.
"I have been commissioned by the immortal elder to inform you of the unfortunate news. Wang Shutrol lost the food route, which led to the failure of the siege of Otopan, and he committed an unforgivable crime. He felt guilty and had already committed suicide at the enthronement ceremony. Sacrifice, bear the due guilt. This is his head."
With that said, Kechar handed the red-bottomed wooden box to Billil's hand. His hands were stained blood red.
Hearing this, Billil trembled all over. He opened the wooden box with difficulty and saw his uncle's unwilling and angry face. Within a moment, he slammed the wooden box shut, tears filling his eyes.
Soon, Billil put away his tears. He suppressed his anger, lowered his head again expressionlessly, and thanked Kechar. Then he turned around and placed the wooden box on the sacrificial altar in the center of the main hall.
With this action, Billil quickly thought about how to deal with it. When he came back again, his face was covered with tears again. As if he couldn't control his body, he fell down on the stone table, lowered his head to hide his expression, and cried loudly "woo woo".
Kechar also looked at all this with a sad expression, nodding slightly in his heart. Although Prince Billil is only eighteen years old, he is quite smart. At this time, you can neither show too much indignation nor be too forbearing and pretend that nothing happened. Crying is the best option.
"From this point of view, Prince Billil is indeed a good marriage partner. He can also restrain King Avit." Kechar's mind was full of thoughts, and he immediately comforted him with words of comfort.
"Dear Your Highness, King Uncle Troll has washed away all guilt with his noble self-sacrifice. He is about to return to the Kingdom of the Sun and continue to fight for the light! Your Highness does not need to be too sad. The elder has no intention to continue pursuing the pursuit. It’s your fault.”
Kechar smiled slightly, his face as bright as the spring breeze.
"In the kingdom of God, King Uncle Troll will still bless you. I heard that His Highness is not yet married, and I have a grandniece who is fourteen years old this year. She is quiet and elegant, and has not yet been married. I wonder if Your Highness is interested in accepting the patron saint With his blessing, teach her the poetry of Texcoco?”
Thinking of this, Kechar sighed in his heart, Kepana was still too disobedient. As Billil's legal wife, she is a perfect match. But at this time Prince Billil was at a low point. He should also be able to accept marrying his grandniece as his official wife.
Billil thought quickly and was a little surprised and surprised by the chief priest's overture. He pondered for a moment, and it seemed that there was indeed a gap between Avitt and the chief priest. Since proposing marriage to Avitt failed, the chief priest lineage was indeed a good marriage choice. It's a pity that she is not her biological granddaughter.
Billil immediately put away his tears and saluted the chief priest respectfully: "The chief priest is willing to express his love and regard it as the blessing of Uncle Wang's heroic spirit. That is naturally very good. After I bury Uncle Wang generously, I will come again. Asking for the friendship of flowers and birds.”
Kechar nodded with a friendly smile. He looked at the change in Billil's expression and felt more and more satisfied.
Soon, a maid brought a bright red cocoa drink. Bilil drank the cup first to express the warrior's blessing. Then he asked: "Your Excellency the Chief Priest, this is Texcoco's special cocoa. Do you also want to try a cup?"
Kechar glanced at the cocoa mixed with unknown spices and smiled. As a master of poison-using pharmacy, how could he drink a drink of unknown origin? What's more, not long ago, he sacrificed Wang Shu Teluoer on the order of the elder.
"Thank you for your friendship, Your Highness. However, as priests, we only drink the holy water given by God and cannot appreciate the charm of cocoa. If Your Highness is interested, I can bring you some holy water from the Great Temple to taste next time. It is a thing of the gods and is really wonderful. Extremely.”
Billil smiled and thanked. The two of them chatted happily, next to them was a bright red wooden box with a bright red bottom. Inside the box was Troll, who was listening quietly.
After a while, Prince Biril sent the chief priest Kechar out.
"You will worship Uncle Wang's head first, and let his soul ascend to the depths of the Kingdom of God. After two days, I will come again and take away the noble man's head."
Billil's face darkened and he nodded in agreement.
The two said goodbye reluctantly. Afterwards, Billil turned back to the main hall. In front of the middle-aged warrior who came after hearing the news, he pulled out the dagger, cut his arm, and cried bitterly again.
"My beloved uncle, you were killed for no reason, and my heart aches like a knife! You are an immortal old thief who won't even let go of your last military power. I swear I will never coexist with you!"
The middle-aged samurai also burst into tears. He suppressed his grief and said: "King, should we set off immediately and return to the city of Texcoco to mobilize warriors and militia just in case?"
Billil thought for a moment and shook his head: "With the warriors out of hand, there is no chance of winning if we raise an army. Since the old thief sent Kechar to test me, he probably has no murderous intention. Kechar is willing to marry me, which also proves it. This means.
There are already nobles who are dissatisfied with the killing of generals on unfounded charges. What's more, killing a prince without any charges? Old thieves will not do anything rash. After we have finished offering sacrifices to Uncle Wang and returned his head, we can then cross the lake and return eastward."
The middle-aged warrior nodded in admiration. Then the maid brought flowers, and the two of them paid their respects to Troll's head together, wrapping the flowers around his head. They recited sacrificial poems and used flowers and bright red to bid farewell to the departed souls.
After leaving the prince's palace, Kechar went straight to the chief palace under the escort of the war priest. The elder's instructions have been completed, and his plan has been steadily implemented. The only worry now is Su Hui's child in the Shuter family. High Priest Shuter must have been on his way here day and night, and maybe he had already arrived in the capital.
"We can't delay it any longer, otherwise things will change." Outside the palace, Kechar looked at the changing light and shadow on the white wall. As soon as the setting sun set, the light and shadow turned into darkness, just like the fate of the noble ones.
The chief priest walked up the long stone steps into the hall of bonfires and candlelight. The elder sat quietly on the stone seat, looking towards the dark sky in the west, with the sculptural guard captain behind him.
"Dear elder, the enthronement ceremony has been completed. Trol of the Nesavar family has been sacrificed, and his head has been handed over to Prince Biril for worship. According to etiquette, after two days, the soul ascends to the Kingdom of God. Then you can pass on the first three armies."
With a smile on his face, Kechar knelt down respectfully and saluted.
The elder nodded slightly.
"Kechar, thank you for your hard work. How is Billil from the Nesavar family?"
Kechar pondered for a moment, then spoke to save Bilil.
"Prince Billil was young after all. He was a little angry at first, and then after my persuasion, he realized Uncle Wang's guilt and kept crying. In my opinion, he is still a child and has not learned to tolerate, but he is not stupid either. .”
The elder nodded slightly again. He looked at Kechar quietly, his eyes seemed to see through everything.
Kechar raised his head slightly and looked at the elder's expression. After a long silence, he knelt down again, saluted and asked.
"Dear elder, how shall we arrange the writing matter?"
Candles flickered and bonfires jumped. The elder lowered his eyes slightly. Immediately, he stood up slowly and walked towards the corridor of the gods.
"Kechar, you have been following me for thirty years, right?"
Kechar remained kneeling. He looked up at the elder's back, which was stretched by the candlelight, casting shadows into his eyes.
"Yes, elder. Thirty years have passed since I graduated from the priesthood and joined your service. Following you, I strive to do everything well." Kechar continued to answer respectfully, with a hint of something bad in his heart. premonition.
"Yes, my child. From the first time you entered the snake house and crushed the rattlesnake to death with your bare hands. I knew that this was a child with first-class skills, reflexes, and determination. Later, you went out with your eldest brother to assassinate The leader of the city-state in the south asked me for advice on potions again, and I admired you even more. Since the death of my eldest brother, I appointed you as the chief priest. In these thirteen years, you have never let me down."
The elder's tone was filled with emotion. His mood fluctuated slightly, and he rarely said a lot. After finishing speaking, he had stepped into the dark and narrow corridor of the gods, under the heavy protection of guards. Then, in the darkness, the elder's voice floated faintly.
"Kechar, can I ask you something again?"
Kechar looked at the elder's retreating figure and listened to the elder's pleading tone, and a bad premonition grew in his heart. He tried hard to keep smiling, holding the copper-plated staff tightly in his left hand, and reaching into his arms with his right hand, holding the poison-quenched dagger.
"Dear elder, I am willing to die for you!"
The elder finally turned around. He looked at Kechar from a distance, facing the weak candlelight, his face expressionless.
"Okay. My child, my life is not far from the Kingdom of God. Can you help me go to the Kingdom of God to explore the way first?"
Kechar was horrified. He stood up suddenly, with a magic staff in one hand and a dagger in the other, and rushed towards the elder.
