"Dear Captain Chihuaco, your 'exploration' this time has been really fruitful!"
As night falls, the bonfire is lit. In the low thatched hut, Priest Tomat crossed his legs and hugged a clay pot, while drinking fresh fish soup, he joked to Chihuaco.
"Witness the Lord God! I have been in the village all day long, thinking about how to convert Chief Splash. Puap is in the thatched hut, busy 'converting' the women of the Taino tribe. And you are in the big lake upstream, 'converting' the lost fish Son...we are all working hard for the glory of the Lord God, regardless of our own safety!..."
"Ahem!"
Hearing this, the old militiaman looked embarrassed, quickly lowered his head and drank the delicious hot fish soup. He thought about Priest Tomat's complaint, his eyes moved, and he suddenly had some ideas.
"God bless you! Priest Tomat, I went fishing with the Taino fishermen this time and learned two new fishing methods. One is to fish with fish, and the other is to fish with herbs and numb the fish. turn..."
Chihuaco, the veteran militiaman, was serious and explained the newly learned fishing techniques in detail. Then, before Tomat frowned and spoke, he said with a smile.
"Actually, I think missionary work among the Taíno tribes is similar to fishing!"
"Huh? Preaching, fishing?..."
Thomas was stunned and asked in a deep voice.
"Captain Chihuaco, please speak carefully."
"Preaching is like fishing. You just need to think of ways to get the fish into the basket. Chief Shuihua is well-informed and will not easily take the bait. Then it is better to just use herbal medicine to turn him upside down, coax him, and hold the bait. Let’s talk about the conversion ceremony! Anyway, with his gentle personality, even if he is fooled, he won’t say anything in the end..."
Captain Chihuaco had a smile on his face, holding the fish soup in his arms and talking slowly, like an old turtle with squinting eyes.
"Chief Shuihua is not young and has experienced a lot, so he is not easy to be guided. He has a peaceful personality and is aloof from the world, and it is difficult for him to take the initiative and make big decisions... Therefore, it is difficult for you to count on him to take the initiative. Take refuge and become a devout believer..."
"However, as long as he gets into the basket, he becomes a fish. If we use him to 'fish' other people in the tribe, it will be much easier... Compared with him, ordinary tribesmen, On the contrary, it is easier to guide and become a devout believer of the Lord God..."
"Huh? Use Chief Shuihua's character to turn him upside down?...The chief is a fish, and the tribesmen are a school of fish..."
In the dim night, Priest Thomas touched his chin, his face hidden under the bonfire, somewhat changeable. He recalled getting along with Chief Splash, and after a while, he made up his mind.
"Captain Chihuaco, what you said makes sense! His Highness once said that if the mountain doesn't come, then I will go to the mountain... So, when do you think it would be more appropriate to take action?"
"Hmm... I'm thinking that when we conquer the Siguayu people, we can invite Chief Splash to fight together... Then, if we win, we have to hold a celebration ceremony together on the long boat!... According to The tradition of the kingdom is to set up the emblem of the main god when celebrating a victory, and then pray devoutly together, the chief will definitely understand..."
Chihuaco smiled and winked.
"As a friend of the kingdom and a comrade who fights together, inviting Chief Shuihua to participate in the prayer ceremony is just as normal as the chief inviting us to sing tribal epics together! As for cutting some hair, cutting fingers and drinking blood wine during prayer, Even carving the emblem of the Lord God on the forehead... That is the tradition of our tribe, and he is still on our ship!..."
"Ah! Tribal traditions, on our ship, conversion ceremony..."
Hearing this, Priest Tomat's eyes suddenly lit up, and his thoughts were spinning rapidly.
Taking a blood oath and tattooing a face emblem are all important steps in the conversion ceremony to promise the soul. As long as Chief Splash is brought on board and coaxed through the process of converting to the main god...when the time comes, he will have the mark of the Sun Hummingbird carved on his forehead, can he still regret it? And with Chief Shuihua's temperament, after the matter is completed, there will definitely be no "Waihua".
Besides, what can Chief Splash do as long as he leaves his basic tribe and is on the longship of the kingdom? There are so many fierce warriors in the kingdom, but they all "witness" the sacred ceremony! ...
When the chief "actively converted" and returned with the mark of the main god, he couldn't explain it clearly. Nor would the kingdom allow him, denying the rites of conversion. He must accept this dumb loss after eating it. And with the endorsement of the chief, and then preaching to the villagers, wouldn't it be a living example? If you want to open up the situation again, it will be ten times easier than now...
"Haha! Great, great!"
Priest Tomat quickly sorted out his thoughts and compiled a set of opportunities. He was very happy, laughed, held up the fish soup, and gave a toast to the old militiaman.
"Praise the Lord God! Dear Captain Chihuaco, you always bring enlightenment to me from a unique perspective. Such a good method really makes me impatient! And if it works well this time, the next missionary work will be all right. Copy this..."
"Uh... Dear Priest Tomat, this method still depends on the person and the character of the chief... But most Taino chiefs can be considered simple and kind..."
"Yes, you are right! This method should be effective against the simple Taíno tribes, but it is of no use against the cunning Mayan tribes... Since we are trying to find a way to get the chief on board and force the Conversion... Let's call this method 'forcing the long ship'! Haha! Force the long ship, the Lord God bless you!..."
Priest Tomat's cheerful laughter resounded in the hut and spread far to the surroundings. At this moment, Chief Shuihua was patiently handling the crocodile skin in the chief's cabin not far away. Hearing this familiar voice, the chief stopped slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
"Praise the gods and ancestors! The priest of the Longship Tribe is such a cheerful and good man!..."
Night fell, and the village returned to peace, with only the sound of pattering rain. The continuous storms, large and small, lasted for more than a month. It wasn’t until half of September that the sky cleared up again for the first time in a long time.
After the storm, the sky was high and the sea was wide, with no clouds in the sky. The warm sunshine is shining freely, and the violent Caribbean Sea is temporarily calm. The tribes on the island, which had been quiet for a long time, finally started to take action. Canoes plied back and forth along the coast, catching fish from the coast, bringing goods for trade, and also brought the latest news.
The kingdom's fleet is fully equipped and ready for battle. Everyone in the fleet waited for several days before they got the latest news from the envoy from the Red Soil Ministry asking for help from the Mayali Ministry!
"The Siguayu people have been silent for two months, and they are out in force again! At this moment, they have gathered hundreds of warriors and nearly a hundred small boats, and are plundering the Red Soil area!"
After receiving such news, Priest Tuomat put on his armor and carried a copper ax, and immediately went to see Chief Shuihua and asked to send troops together. Faced with the crisis of his brother tribe, Chief Shuihua did not hesitate and nodded in agreement.
"Okay! Thank you, Tomato Priest! It's great that the longship tribe is willing to lend a helping hand! I will take sixty hunters and militiamen from the tribe, board the faster longship, and set off with you !..."
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"Bless the gods and ancestors! Let us fight together to repel the invasion of the Siguayu people!"
Hearing this, Priest Thomas showed a confident smile on his face. He nodded cheerfully, his smile as bright as the sun.
"Okay! God bless you! The Red Earth Ministry is in crisis. Please quickly board the longship and let us set off immediately!..."
