The moonlight falls on the earth, and the night falls over the mountains. A bonfire was lit in the pasture, and the aroma of barbecue wafted in the wind. The Imperial Guard warriors gathered on the periphery, forming several tight circles, guarding His Royal Highness in the center. Not far away, the bulls stared at all this with wide eyes, curious and wary, and growled softly from time to time.
Shulot closed his eyes, held the sun amulet around his neck, and led the group in praying in a low voice.
"Praise be to the Lord God, who has given us great beasts and given meat to all nations!..."
“Praise the Lord God for giving us meat!”
Everyone responded in unison, prayed to the Lord God for a moment, and then began to enjoy dinner.
Under Na Xiu's command, Mo Hei was busy with his own hands, preparing two portions of grilled beef eye meat for His Highness, and sprinkled it with expensive spices. Then, Naxiu tasted a piece, waited for a moment, nodded with satisfaction, and then handed the roast beef to His Highness.
Shulot took a bite, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he praised in a low voice.
A bullock weighs more than a thousand kilograms, but the best parts are only about a dozen kilograms, and the top-quality sirloin and belly meat are only a little bit. This piece of beef eye meat is considered the highlight. The meat is fat and lean, tender and not greasy. In addition, the barbecue heat is well controlled, the sweet juice is contained in it, the rich meat aroma and the light spices are perfectly blended... One bite is really unforgettable!
Shulot chewed heavily until he finished the entire roast, and then he let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
"Good! Excellent! So fresh, delicate, fragrant and juicy..."
At this point, Shulot suddenly paused. He reacted and looked at Mo Hei with a half-smile, but his voice suddenly turned cold.
"Mohei, you said before that this bull was killed two days ago?"
"..."
The black and smiling face froze instantly. Cold sweat broke out from his back and he immediately fell to the ground.
"Your Highness...this...I...the Lord God witnesses! This, this is an adult bull...it should have been slaughtered..."
Shulot's face was expressionless and he stared at Mo Hei for a moment, with murderous intent hidden in his eyes. He didn't speak slowly until the other person was sweating profusely.
"May the light of the Lord God shine on you! Mohei, by entrusting the management of the cattle ranch to you, the alliance trusts your loyalty and ability. It is not easy to tame cattle, and you cannot kill them privately...such a thing, Don’t do it again!”
"Ah, thank you, Your Highness!"
Hearing this, Mohei raised his head, clenched his fist and swore.
"Witness the Lord God! Mohei will definitely obey your will and tame the ox well..."
Hearing this, Shulot's expression remained unchanged, and there was no trace of a smile. Bertard sighed secretly and raised his voice.
"Mohei, ox domestication is a top priority for the alliance. You must not deceive me in any way in the future."
"Ah, yes!"
Mohei finally reacted. What His Highness was dissatisfied about just now was not that he slaughtered the ox privately to entertain everyone, but that he dared to lie to others... Sweat dripped from his back again, and he kowtowed repeatedly.
"Ancestors witness! Your Highness, I...I am willing to serve you like I serve the sun! From now on, I will never dare to hide anything!"
Xuelote nodded and his expression softened slightly. He thought for a while and warned in a deep voice.
"Mohei, the domestication of oxen is by no means a year's work, but takes years and months. As the person in charge of the mountain pasture, you must be prepared to engage in this line of work for life! ... The Lord God nurtures all things and gives them spirituality, even if they are once Children born from mothers will all be different, and they will be selected by the environment..."
"In the domestication of small-scale cattle herds, you have to constantly screen and deliberately select more affectionate and docile cubs from the offspring of the bullocks, so that they can be given priority to breed. As for male bullocks with relatively bad tempers, do not Keep it, let alone leave any descendants!... By multiplying it for ten, dozens, or even hundreds of generations, the oxen can be transformed from domestication to domestication and driven by the alliance!"
"...yes!"
Hearing about dozens or even hundreds of generations of seed selection, Mo Hei's eyes were confused and his mind was in chaos. Even though he was confused, he still bowed to the ground in time and answered respectfully and sincerely.
"Obey your will, Your Majesty the Divine Enlightenment!"
"Well, do your best! I will send people over often."
Shulot smiled slightly and asked Mo Hei to step back. During this period in the capital, he would take turns to let the janitor warriors come to initially adapt to the running of the giant beasts, so as to reduce the fear of the cavalry. In the Lake Kingdom, the domestication of oxen will also be carried out as soon as possible.
A peaceful night's sleep in the mountains, the moonlight is warm and soothing. The oxen brayed lowly, and the beautiful woman drank her wine and sang softly.
It was a quiet night, in the vast mountains, there were not many lights, only the darkness, no crowds, only a few oxen. After leaving the center of power, I temporarily forgot about the troubles of the world and could sleep peacefully.
Xiulote rested his head on Na Xiu's legs, smelling the elk-like orchid body fragrance, listening to the soft and smoky singing, and feeling the gentle and comfortable caress... He enjoyed the tranquility of the night, and his whole body was filled with excitement. It was a rare moment to relax, without any intense action, and just fell into a deep sleep. In the dream, he felt like a ship that had been drifting for a long time and finally found a warm harbor where he could put down the sails and relieve the fatigue of the long journey.
"Mother..."
Naxiu blinked her eyes and lowered her head like a deer. She pressed close to His Highness's handsome face, listening to the whispers in her dream.
"Mother..."
Naxiu's eyes flickered, thoughtfully. His Highness, it seems that he has been without a mother since he was a child... Thinking of this, Na Xiu felt a pain in her heart and gently stroked His Highness's cheek. Then, she smiled charmingly, looked at His Highness's sleeping face, lowered her head again, and pressed a long, warm and moist kiss...
The moon sets and the sun rises, day and night change, and a few more days pass in the blink of an eye. Shulot stayed in the mountain pasture for two days, allowing the imperial guards who accompanied him to feel the power of the charging bull. Then, he set out to return, from the leisurely and quiet mountain pastures to the prosperous and busy capital city in the lake.
By the middle of August, the aftermath of the Tlacopan nobles' rebellion had basically subsided. All the rebellious nobles were arrested, their guilt was proven, their sentences were indubitable, and they were immediately executed. The first batch of exiles boarded the kingdom's fleet and headed west of the river. The leading nobles imprisoned the priests and offered sacrifices in the Autumn Harvest Festival. From arrest, trial to sacrifice, the high priests and the royal center handled the matter very quickly, almost reaching the limit of current administrative efficiency.
Amid the cheers of tens of thousands of people, the sacred autumn harvest ceremony came as scheduled. The high priests prayed devoutly to the Lord God for a good autumn harvest and offered sacrifices to the noble gods. Soon, bright red flowed from the pyramid of the great temple. The rebellious nobles sacrificed their bodies and obtained the forgiveness of the main god. Their souls flew to the distant kingdom of God.
Shulot did not participate in the Autumn Harvest Ceremony, nor did he stay in the high priest's house. On this holy day, he received an invitation from his father to gather at his father's house. He walked through the opened main door and came to the meeting hall, and his smiling expression suddenly became solemn.
Under the emblem of the main god, Shusoke was expressionless, sitting cross-legged and tilting his head, without saying a word.
And facing the palace door, there was also a person sitting upright. His demeanor is solemn and solemn, his clothes are simple and rigorous, and his posture is as straight as a pine tree. When he saw Shulot coming, he stood up slowly and respectfully after a dozen steps, and then bowed to the ground meticulously.
"Greetings to you, Your Highness Shulot!"
The man smiled slightly, and every smile was exactly the same, as if carved on the wooden board.
"May you shine like the rising sun in the west of the world!"
