"Ohh Ohh ohh!..."
Dim candlelight flickered in the black tent. The woman's crying sound gradually became smaller along with the candle that was about to burn out. She had been crying for too long, and her tears were like dry springs that could no longer flow.
"Okay. Miawa, don't cry! Since you want to see me, you shouldn't cry all the time, right?"
Shulot stood quietly in the tent and spoke in a deep voice. He was neatly dressed and looked calm, but his body was hugged tightly by the woman, like a tree hugged by a koala. He lowered his head and saw only the woman's head buried in her arms. Tears and runny nose kept flowing, even covering the sacrificial robe on his chest.
"Woo...Woo!...I'm...so scared...Light...Take me...away!..."
Miava raised her head, her eyes blurred and empty. Her voice was crisp and clean, and her face showed timid fear and dependence, like a little girl who had lost her way away from home.
"O Lord God! How many hallucinogenic secret drugs did Priest Aguiins feed you..."
Seeing such a childish snake priestess, Shulot frowned and felt his forehead pounding. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Miawa wrapped in gauze, holding her white legs, huddled in a dark corner alone, like a helpless little girl. He lit a candle, and the other person's eyes were full of fear, and he desperately wanted to shrink back. And when he came closer and let Miawa see his face clearly, the other person was stunned for a while, and then rushed forward excitedly.
At that moment, Shulot almost thought he was being attacked. He raised his palm and aimed at the woman's neck, intending to knock her down violently. But the woman's incoherent shouting made him stunned for a moment, and he allowed the woman to hold her and cry bitterly, but in the end he did nothing.
"Mom is dead...Light...take me away!...I'm scared...wuwuwu!..."
Thinking of this, Shulot lowered his eyes, feeling the tight embrace in his arms, feeling helpless for a moment.
"Is this still the wise and charming snake priestess?... I just want to talk about the situation of the seaside tribes!..."
He stared at Miava's eyes, looking at the unfocused eyes, and knew that the other person was still in a state of dreaming. In such a state, all mental defenses will be destroyed by strong stimulation, and all memories that are unwilling to be remembered or even hidden in the subconscious can be awakened intentionally.
"This is the time to communicate with the gods, and it is also the time to make deals with demons, to explore the mysteries of the soul..."
For the priests on the plateau, they are good at using this state to make mysterious prophecies. Of course, for the Mexica priests, a more practical use is to provide long-term psychological suggestion to the sacrifices in dreams. Only by changing the synapses in this way and truly repeatedly "brainwashing" can the sacrifices overcome their fears and instincts, complete a wonderful sacrifice performance, and then calmly go to their death as sacrifices.
"Arabia jade, datura, sage, sage, morning glory, magical morning glory, ayahuasca, all kinds of scorpion venom, insect venom and snake venom... Tropical America is a natural treasure house of pharmacy. The indigenous priests who have been passed down for thousands of years are masters of herbal medicine just like the voodoo shamans of Black Africa!..."
With the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, Shulot's thoughts drifted far away, wandering in the mysterious and vast tropical America. He stood for a long time, until the woman in his arms became motionless, even snoring slightly, and then returned from the distant thoughts.
"Um?"
Shulot lowered his head and watched Miyava leaning in his arms, tilting his head, and fell asleep standing up exhausted. He shook his head, then broke away from the woman and placed her on the straw bed in the corner. The young king stood by the bed, looking at the woman who curled up subconsciously and fell asleep with her legs in her arms, with complicated emotions flashing in his heart.
"I hug you when I see you, cry when you hug me, and sleep after I cry. This is really..."
"Looking strong, seemingly fearless, but actually feeling insecure inside, just like a little girl. The shadow of childhood has always been shrouded like a nightmare, shaping a sick mind... and advocating power without moral restraint , do whatever it takes, just to pursue power and find a sense of security..."
Shulot narrowed his eyes and looked at the sleeping Miava with sharp eyes. Under the influence of the priest's potion and the inspection of Priest Aquiins, the woman's mind was almost seen through, and her mental weakness was undoubtedly exposed. Until this moment, facing the unsuspecting snake priestess, Shulot's cold and guarded heart finally felt a little relieved.
"Snake Priestess, Snake Mother Chief... She is different from other Totonak chiefs. She has no feelings for the tribe and glory... She will obey the orders of the strong, even if the order requires changing her faith. Abandoning the tribe's traditions...even if the Totonak people are to be completely integrated into the kingdom's system..."
"So, as long as you stay strong, you can be firmly in control without any betrayal. But if you are not strong enough and show weakness, you will be counterattacked..."
"And I will always be strong! Even if I face colonists with technological advantages, I will always walk on the path of becoming strong quickly and not going wrong!"
The young king raised his head slightly and stared at the candle that was about to burn out, but his eyes shone with a fiery and confident light. He turned his head, took a deep look at the graceful snake priestess, and then put out the remaining candle with a wave of his hand. Afterwards, the king did not stay, but opened the big tent and left.
"Eckart, let's go!"
"Huh? Don't you want to spend the night?...Master, your clothes?"
The captain of the guard, Ekart, was stunned and carefully observed the young king. He was originally very sure, but now he is a little unsure about what happened in the account.
"It doesn't matter! What an interesting woman! I'll come back in two days."
Shulot raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hand. His expression was leisurely and his steps did not stop. Eckart followed quickly without asking another question.
"By the way, tell Priest Aguiins not to feed her any more hallucinogenic secret medicine. If you feed her too much secret medicine, her wise mind will disappear and only a pair of beautiful skin will be left. That would be a pity and also Not helpful..."
"I obey you, Master!"
Eckart, the captain of the guard, bowed his head and agreed. He pondered the king's words thoughtfully. The two of them disappeared into the bonfire in the distance in just a moment. But the setting sun had already set, and darkness came from the horizon, once again swallowing up the lonely tent silently.
There was no candlelight or moonlight in the dark tent. The woman huddled alone, terrified, struggling in a dark dream. Until she woke up from the dream, she suddenly opened her eyes and shouted in fear.
"No! No! Don't kill her! No! Mom!..."
Miava's eyes widened in horror, and uncontrollable tears flowed down her cheeks, like blood flowing from the deepest scars in her heart. She stared blankly at the tent above her head and cried in confusion. The memories of her death impacted her heart, as if she had become that weak and helpless little girl again, unable to do anything.
"Mom is dead!..."
"How long has mom been dead?..."
"I'm twenty-four years old...that's eighteen years..."
"Eighteen years? It's so fast! I've been sleeping for a long time... Wuwu!..."
It wasn't until a long time later that Miawa's blurred eyes gradually regained focus. She muttered to herself, as if she was talking to another person, another dead self.
"Who are you?"
"I am you!"
"who I am?"
"You are Miavakotel, a little girl who was sent to the Temple of Quetzalcoatl."
"No! You are wrong! I have grown up! I am not a little girl!..."
"You have grown up, but I have not. I am still a little girl."
"No! I'm not! I am the powerful Snake Mother Chief! Who are you?"
"I am...you!..."
The cold tent was dark and dark, and a deep darkness enveloped everything. In this silent night, a waking woman talked to herself, but two different voices echoed in the dark tent. Both voices are very nice, one is magnetic and hoarse, the other is clean and crisp. Asking and answering questions in the Mexica priest's camp is like crossing time.
