The cool wind blew by, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard trembled in the cold. The warrior's hanging feathers swayed silently, and the scene was solemn for a moment.
Tikalo looked at Shulot's sudden tall figure and felt fear in his heart for the first time. He struggled in vain in the hands of the warriors and shouted desperately.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Let me go! I am a close friend of the Orosh Warrior Commander. Ever since we met two years ago, I have been sincerely devoted to you! You can learn from the God of War!"
Listening to the Mayan merchant's begging for mercy and the God of War's oath, Shulot frowned slightly. The other party was talking nonsense, but his psychological defense remained firm.
He put away his smile, turned around expressionlessly, and stared at the businessman coldly.
"Oh? Are you Mr. Olosh's best friend? But he told me that you are a complete profiteer. Ever since he smoked a pack of cigarettes from you when he was young, he has never been able to pay back the money he owed.
.Today, I will take your life here and let the teacher’s account be written off!”
Tikalo's face froze, and he became cold. He tried to move his slender head and defended loudly.
"Your wise highness! You always have to charge interest for things you lend out. What's more, in these years, I have never asked Orosh for principal and interest. I swear by Quetzalcoatl, I have always been a good entertainer!"
Tikalo sincerely swore by the great Quetzalcoatl God Kukulcan. This is the most important belief of the Mayans and is rarely violated. Because it is indeed the case. Although big businessmen love to lend usury, they also have to pay attention to the usury.
human.
Since Olosh became the warrior captain of the Holy City, he has never mentioned the money he owes. Every time they meet, he will lend Olosh some tobacco and try to keep in touch. Of course, the bill is always remembered, and the monthly interest is 0 cents.
Not bad. If something happens to the samurai commander in the future and his status is no longer guaranteed, he still has to take out his small book.
Shulot shook his head calmly. He said nothing and just watched Ti Carlo being dragged onto the high altar.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Spare my life! This, I, Olosh's account has been written off!"
Standing on the high platform of sacrifice, looking at the mottled blood stains, Tikalo felt like duckweed in the wind, and his legs trembled. He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and shouted in pain.
Shulot carefully looked at Ti Carlo's expression, and found that the other person's expression was only slightly panicked. He shook his head again and spoke slowly.
"Well, the account has been wiped off. But the Lord God loves rare fruits, so he still sacrifices the pickers to serve Him in the Kingdom of God. You said you picked these yourself?"
Tikalo's intelligent head was spinning rapidly. Hearing the young man's relaxed tone, his heart moved slightly and he shouted quickly.
"No, I ordered my servant to pick it. It was the old servant at the door! He will replace me and devote himself to the gods!"
Hearing this, the old servant at the door trembled and said nothing. He just nodded silently. A big businessman is as rich as a city and has no sense of security. He always keeps servants and guards who are willing to die. To keep a soldier for a thousand days, that's it.
For use at this time.
Shulot didn't pay attention. He just scolded majestically.
"Ti Carlo, this precious fruit was not picked by you yourself? How dare you deceive me!"
"Yes, ah! No... Although I didn't do this myself, my admiration for you remains unchanged!"
Tikalo's hands and feet were firmly held down, and he was laid flat on the sacrificial platform. His body kept shaking, and he nodded his god's head desperately, but his speech was still coherent.
Shulot thought for a moment and pondered slightly.
"In that case, then only offer precious fruits to God."
The warriors on the left and right let go of their hands, and the Mayan merchant immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He got up from the ground and said with a smile.
"Your Highness, you are so majestic and funny! The joke you just made almost scared me to death."
Hearing the merchant's words, Shulot frowned slightly and his eyes turned cold.
His face was solemn again, he took the long bow from the attendant, put an obsidian arrow on it, and aimed it at Tikalo's chest. The warriors on the left and right also raised their sharp sticks and aimed them at the merchant's vital points. The Mayan merchants were like being stared at by snakes.
The living frog stood frozen for an instant, motionless. The boundary between life and death blurred for an instant, and sweat poured down his back.
"Sacrifice precious fruits. Let the Lord God decide your fate!"
Shulot aimed for a moment and put down his bow. He picked a fist-sized cactus fruit from the merchant's gift. After thinking about his bow skills, he changed it to a pineapple as big as a human head. Then, he signaled the guards to put the pineapple on the
Businessman's head.
The Mayan merchant's head is long and slender, with a rounded slant, and the pineapple cannot be placed safely.
The young man's heart froze, and he shouted solemnly.
"Hold it with your hands! Hold it firmly! If it falls, it will destroy the sacrificial ceremony and is a capital crime!"
Tikalo held the pineapple with both hands and held it with his head. The three points formed a triangle of fate. Under the fate, he was trembling with fear and wanted to cry without tears.
Xiulote was extremely majestic. He raised his bow again and gestured to aim for a long time. He looked at the size of the target, took a few steps forward, and gestured for a while again. The Mayan merchant's sweat had soaked his clothes, and drops dripped from the corners of his clothes.
On the altar, soak the blood of the sacrifice.
Shulot looked again at the normally distributed target not far away. The Mayan merchant had been watching the young man, and at this time he also turned his eyes and aimed at the human-shaped target beside him. Then, his legs shook violently, and in his heart
Praying crazily to Quetzalcoatl.
Shulot searched for the feeling again, and finally coughed lightly.
"Ahem, Bertard. I want to communicate with the gods and pray for their attention. I will leave the sacrificial ceremony to you. It depends on the choice of fate! Shoot more accurately."
For the last sentence, the young man lowered his voice so that only two people could hear it.
The corners of Bertard's mouth were slightly raised. He nodded calmly, half-stretched the long bow, and aimed carefully. After thinking about his past experiences, he moved up slightly.
Tikalo was shaking like chaff, and his legs were weak. Beads of sweat flowed from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and neck, carrying the rich aroma of pineapple, which seemed to enchant the soul.
The time was as long as a century. Then, there was a "buzz" sound, the bow trembled, and a "swish" arrow was shot, and then a "bang" sound, the pineapple exploded, and the juice splashed everywhere.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The Mayan merchant was trembling with fear. The impact of the bow and arrow pushed him back, and his weak legs could no longer stand. He jerked towards
After falling down, his hands still dared not let go, and the pineapple juice flowed down his slender forehead, slid over the tip of his breath-holding nose, and fell into his dry mouth.
Tikalo tasted it subconsciously. The pineapple juice was sour and sweet, it was the taste of fate, and it was also the beauty of the rest of life. He looked at Shulot again, with unconcealable fear on his face.
Shulot carefully observed the merchant's expression. He nodded secretly, his guard finally breaking, and he was cast into the shadow of the king.
So, the young man moved forward with a smile. He pulled up his old acquaintance from the ground and expressed his comfort with gentle words.
"Tikallo, the gods have made their choice. Your guilt of deception has been forgiven, and you are now my guest!"
The Mayan merchant was covered in cold sweat. His emotions had not yet calmed down, but Nono was speechless.
Later, Shulot asked someone to bring him brand new clothes and asked the merchant to change into them. Then he took him into the main hall and sat down with him.
The warriors put away their weapons and guarded the hall inside and outside. The attendants brought cocoa drinks, tequila light wine, honey sweet water, and delicious snacks.
"Come, Tikalo. Drink this cup full and thank the Lord God for his blessing! Destiny has allowed us to meet!" Shulot drank the cocoa in one gulp. This was his favorite taste, hot cocoa with honey.
As a businessman, Ticaro could only drink tequila. He looked at the smiling young man with complicated and changing emotions. The once ignorant young priest had grown into a powerful man who was capable of taking life and death.
He thought about it silently for a moment, secretly blaming himself. He was affected by past memories, and with contempt for young people, he lost the caution when facing the venerable. But the person sitting opposite him was no longer a child, but a member of a powerful empire.
heir.
When Ti Carlo thought of this, his past memories were completely blurred and dissipated in his mind. Only an arrow that pierced his heart was left, like the irresistible power of a king.
The Mayan merchant moved his lips, and finally just bowed and saluted.
"Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you Lord God for your blessing!"
Xiuluo nodded and smiled faintly. He looked at the businessman with majestic eyes.
"Ti Carlo, what do you want here this time? But it doesn't matter."
The businessman opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and then sighed.
"Dear Your Highness, I came here this time to propose commercial law to you, but now I dare not say anything more."
"Very good. Let's talk about something else."
Hearing the businessman's honesty, Shulot was quite satisfied. Then he looked serious and asked in a deep voice.
"Where did your bronze battle ax come from? Could there be more?"
Ti Carlo's face froze, and he subconsciously wanted to fool him. He raised his head and saw the young man's expression. The previous experience resurfaced again, and his body trembled slightly. The businessman paused, but still told his secret.
"The bronze battle ax comes from the loose southern city-state of the Tarascans. The Lake Patzcuaro area is the center of Tarascan rule, and the copper mines there are tightly controlled. However, starting from the capital in the lake, along the Balsas
The river goes all the way west, passing through the territory of the Jontar people, and goes deep into the Huetamo Mountains south of the Tarasco people. There are still a large number of open-pit spotted copper mines.
Huetamo State is south of the Balsas River. Poor mountain tribes have been secretly mining these copper mines. They will make bronze vessels and sell them through foreign merchants in exchange for various expensive luxuries. The sixty I brought
The bronze battle ax came from the southernmost tribe. It was the furthest away from Qin Congcan, the capital of the Tarascans, and the tribe was the boldest, even daring to forge bronze weapons for sale.
I once went there to meet with tribal leaders. There are still a lot of spotted copper mines in the mountains, but the bronze weapons are gone. After all, the number of mountain tribes in the south is limited, and mining and casting are extremely labor-intensive tasks. Their scale has always been large.
Not much. I’m afraid it’s because of this that Qin Congcan, the capital, turns a blind eye to the border mountainous areas.”
Hulot thought carefully. Huetamo Mountains, copper mines. Well, who mentioned it to me? He looked at Bertard who was guarding him.
Bertard nodded seriously.
"I have been there. The mountains there are full of colorful gilded ores. However, the terrain in the mountains is steep, there are many forests, and the mountain people are extremely tough and flexible. They are not suitable for large armies to conquer."
Shulot pondered for a moment. This kind of thing is most convenient for a businessman to do. He looked at Tikalo solemnly and majesticly.
"Tikallo, I need more copper ore. Are you willing to go to Wetamobang to purchase copper ore for me? The alliance does not lack craftsmen, and there is as much pure copper ore as you need. The price is right, bronze weapons and bronze vessels
I want them all too. I will increase the price by 20% and use alliance goods to give them to you.
If you are willing to serve the alliance, the alliance will list you as a secret military intelligence merchant, provide you with various benefits and conveniences, and ensure your safety in the alliance. I will also provide you with elite warriors and sturdy boats.
I promise in the name of the patron saint that as long as you collect enough copper mines and intelligence, you can become a military noble of the alliance! And once you have made a great contribution, you can become a hereditary noble of the alliance and pass it on to the fief for generations!"
Hearing this, Ti Carlo raised his head suddenly. His eyes flashed, and a strong desire jumped in his heart. As a big businessman with no worries about food and clothing, his biggest wish is to obtain a fief, truly become a member of the ruling class, and get rid of the worries of life and death.
Destiny in human hands!
He subconsciously touched his wise head, feeling the smooth feel and divine arc. His agitated mood slowly calmed down. In the powerful Mexica Alliance, he was just a strange alien with no foundation. Look at
There are no other holy people of the same kind. Even if you really have a fiefdom here, how can you integrate into the ruling class? As long as there is a little turbulence, it will be the first to overthrow.
Tikalo's thoughts were ups and downs, and reason and emotion were alternately struggling. After a moment, he sighed quietly.
"Your Highness, the wise sea turtle should belong to the boundless salt water outside the Yucatan jungle. How can he survive in the freshwater lakes of the Mexican plateau under the kiss of countless crocodiles?"
Hearing the merchant's rejection, Shulot was slightly surprised. He looked at Tikalo carefully again, sighing at the other's wisdom, but with murderous intent in his eyes.
Tikalo shuddered, and his rationality completely returned. He bowed his head respectfully and saluted again.
"Your Highness, I am happy to serve you. After the New Year, I will set off to Weitamo State to purchase copper mines at a fair price for you. As for military information, my servant always cannot control his mouth. He will return when he returns
After the capital in the lake, tell it to the great sage."
Shulot's expression remained unchanged and he shook his head slightly. This kind of one-sided service relationship was not what he expected. Without solid common interests, it would be impossible to truly conquer the businessman in front of him, and it would be impossible for the other party to do his best to complete the alliance's tasks.
He pondered again for a moment and then spoke slowly.
"Ti Carlo, you are a smart man. I am committed to the world. As long as you are truly loyal to me, I will promise you a satisfactory future. Remember that you come from Tuturxiu, a rich land rich in cotton?
So do you want to return to Yucatan and become a Mayan noble lord? Sooner or later, Mexica warriors will set foot on the coast of Yucatan. With the support of tens of thousands of Mexica legions, you will become
Noble Calomut, like the claws of the mythical king Jaguar!"
Ti Carlo's eyes flashed again. Desire leaped violently in his chest. The family's past glory was recorded in the inherited verses and recited over and over again in his mind. He looked at Shulot's solemn face again, feeling the young man's
Sincerity, and the murderous intention hidden behind the sincerity.
After a long time, the Mayan merchant finally lowered his sacred head. He closed his eyes, sighed in his heart, bowed to the young man, and paid homage.
"I am willing to serve you, my king."
Tikalo took off the silver crown on his head, revealing his complete and slender head, and performed an ancient noble etiquette.
"I swear by the Quetzalcoatl God Kukulkan, I, Tikalo of the Holy Cocom family, will be your feather to help you soar into the sky!"
Looking at the kneeling businessman in front of him, Shulot smiled slightly. In his smile, there was the romance of a young man and the calmness of a king.
