Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 806 - 438: Grandfather’s Promise, Food, Stronghold, and Talent

Chapter 806: Chapter 438: Grandfather’s Promise, Food, Stronghold, and Talent

"Grain...the relocation and resettlement of the tribes all require grain. With the eastward expedition imminent, the grain from various villages in the Lake Region must be collected and prioritized for war preparations."

The High Priest Xutel gazed at the candlelight in the hall for a long while in contemplation. Then, he turned to Xiulote and promised calmly.

"Xiulote, my child, I will give you a year’s supply of grain for 200,000 people! Thirty percent of this will come from the High Priesthood’s reserves, thirty percent from the warehouses of the Holy City faction. The remaining forty percent will be collected from the local nobility of the Telokan State and Raziko State after dealing with the Great Nobility in these states, to support the migrating groups."

"Grain for 200,000 people for a year!..."

Hearing this number, Xiulote was quite elated. If there truly was this much grain, not only could the migrating tribes be resettled, but it would also fill the grain deficit of the kingdom and even ensure the supply for the Imperial Guard Legion’s eastward expedition.

"Yes. Both the population and grain must be transported by water as much as possible. The first batch of grain will be transferred immediately, and the kingdom’s Naval Forces must be prepared for transport."

The High Priest smiled faintly, reached out his hand, and touched the cheek of his grandson.

"The last batch of grain is estimated to be ready after the autumn harvest in October...Rest assured, my child. As long as I am here, nothing will go wrong."

"Grandfather..."

Xiulote bowed down sincerely, saluting his grandfather.

"Chief Divine bless! Ancestors protect! May you be in good health and bring glory to the Alliance!"

"Chief Divine bless! Ancestors protect! May the Holy City faction shine upon the world..."

The High Priest nodded and softly chanted. Under the bright candlelight, the two highest-ranking clergy sat opposite each other, praying together for the future.

A moment later, the High Priest stopped chanting. He looked at the alliance map, pondered for a while, and his eyes flashed with brilliance. "Xiulote, the kingdom’s tin ore supply and the southern trade route both need to pass through the Tarsas River, through the Land of Jontal...In fact, these two issues can be solved together."

As he spoke, the High Priest placed his finger heavily in the middle of the Land of Jontal.

"Here is a settlement of the Jontal people, named Tal Village after the river. Tal Village is located in the middle of the Tarsas River trade route. East of the village is a newly developed medium-sized tin mine and a small gold mine that has just been sporadically developed."

"Tal Village..."

Xiulote focused his gaze, seeing Tal Village (now Nuevo Balsas) located southwest of the Lake Capital City, over 400 li away, and southeast of Kulamo City, over 600 li away. It connects to the Kingdom of the Lake via the Tar River waterway, reachable by boat in half a month.

"My child, this is the midstream of the Tar River, an extremely important node! Landing from here, heading southeast, within a hundred li lies the territory of the Mistec people. Following the Tar River waterway northeast for two to three hundred li lies the Tlaxcala people’s Tepeyacak State."

The High Priest spoke calmly, well-prepared.

"Tal Village is surrounded by mountains and only accessible conveniently via water. Although it appears to be closer to the Lake Capital City, the actual interactions are more convenient with the kingdom. Xiulote, during your eastward expedition, you need to establish a waystation in the midstream of the Tar River, and I have selected this place for you."

"The High Priesthood will hand this place to the kingdom in the name of the eastward expedition. You just need to build a mountain fortress here, station a thousand Samurai, and with the new large ships of the kingdom, you can control the entire Tar River..."

"...Located in the midstream of the Tar River, it is strategically important, surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is a junction of different tribes and a crucial point for the southern trade route. It can retreat and defend at the danger, and advance to attack the upper stream, with nearby tin and gold mines..."

Xiulote murmured softly, his facial expression changing. This treacherous position, if controlled by others, would leave the southern part of the kingdom exposed. He pondered for a while, then bowed down again, saluting his grandfather.

"Grandfather, thank you!"

"My child, there is nothing to thank between us."

Hearing this, the High Priest shook his head gently, unable to hold back his laughter.

"Everything I do is for you, for the family...I will try to do more before the end of the eastward expedition..."

The High Priest’s voice gradually diminished. Then, his expression turned serious as he made another solemn promise.

"As for the various talents needed by the kingdom...In recent years, the priesthood university in the capital has recruited many commoner children, training them to become young priests knowledgeable in writing and arithmetic...The number of those still unassigned is about four to five hundred. Their abilities are reliable, but they have not yet been assigned due to the situation in the Texcoco Lake District...There are too many nobility heirs waiting for positions of real power."

"Xiulote, my child, I will entrust all these young priests of commoner origin to you! Their families will also be relocated to the Kingdom of the Lake. With this batch of key personnel, you will no longer need to rely too much on the elites of Prepetcha..."

"Excellent, truly excellent!"

Hearing this, Xiulote was very pleased and nodded with a smile.

"Four to five hundred young priests knowledgeable in writing and arithmetic are a valuable asset for the Kingdom of the Lake!"

A faint smile appeared on the High Priest’s lips. He pondered for a while before speaking slowly, under his grandson’s expectant gaze.

"My child, in the Divine Revelation Place of the Lake Capital City, there are many senior artisans you have commanded before...Give me a list, and I will try to mobilize them for you...The water management project of Lake Texcoco was personally planned by the elders. The senior artisans skilled in water management should be requested from the elders, leave that to me...As for the expert farmers familiar with building Chinampa, the Holy City faction has them, and I will entrust them to you as well..."

Listening to his grandfather’s promises, Xiulote was moved. He pursed his lips and asked softly.

"Grandfather, should I go to the elders and..."

"The elder’s illness is severe, and he is rarely conscious. Leave these things to me."

The High Priest’s words were calm, but his expression was resolute. Then, he asked softly.

"My child, do you have any other needs?"

Hearing this, Xiulote pondered silently, contemplating repeatedly. After a while, he looked at his paper armor and said softly.

"Grandfather, I also need some...guards skilled in assassination and adept at scouting intelligence. And instructors who can train such guards."

Only guards skilled in assassination can effectively defend against assassinations. This work requires specialized training, which is never the forte of warriors engaged in direct combat.

"Guards skilled in assassination and scouting..."

The High Priest’s expression changed. He lowered his eyes, contemplated deeply for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Xiulote, my child, I heard of the assassination attempt you faced in the kingdom’s southern region."

At this point, the High Priest’s face remained calm, but his words grew somber.

"The Holy City faction indeed has such talents. There are specially trained Priestesses in the High Priesthood. Over the years, many attempts on my life have been thwarted by them..."

"In a few days, I will send her to see you!"