Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 902 - 518: Priests of the Lake Capital City

Chapter 902: Chapter 518: Priests of the Lake Capital City

May is the time for spring farming, and the earth is bursting with life. To the east of the Divine Mountain lies desolation and slaughter, while the west side is lush and peaceful. Hundreds of thousands of Mexica farmers are busy in the fields, sowing the seeds of hope for the year. Meanwhile, thousands of alliance militias are carrying food, struggling to transport supplies to the north and south to supply the armies.

Following the grain transport teams along the way, one can see the starting point of the south-north supply routes, which is the magnificent Lake Capital City! Hundreds of canoes are continuously busy, transporting food and military supplies to the shore, and under the watch of samurais, handing them over to the militias for transport.

Lake Texcoco glistens like a silver mirror fallen to the ground, illuminating the world’s prosperity. At the end where the lake waters connect, the large market of North City is under strict control! All the food, copper, and obsidian have been requisitioned by the alliance, with no allowance for leakage during the eastern expedition!

The eastern campaign, albeit seemingly easy, is truly a national war. And the vast Lake Capital City at this moment has only four thousand royal warriors stationed, primarily guarding the central palace and temple district.

"We must trust our god Huitzilopochtli! He is supreme and omnipotent! May he protect the kingdom, make the eastern campaign go smoothly, and destroy the alliance’s old foes!"

Entering the palace district, the pious prayers of women echo from every noble mansion, accompanied by burning pine incense and divine smoke. For this eastern campaign, every city noble family has dispatched their warriors, with even fathers and sons fighting together, signifying great prosperity for the country!

"Praise the Chief Divine! God bless the alliance! The priests have been divining for days, and the front line is marked with great prosperity!"

A dozen lower-ranking priests held up wooden tablets, running out from the temple district. Their faces were full of joy, continually announcing the good news of the successful divination, comforting the hearts of the nobles and commoners.

In the temple district, in front of a magnificent and spacious mansion, two priests dressed in luxurious clothes were patiently waiting. One, slightly older, had graying eyebrows and hair, while the other was younger, with delicate features.

It was already afternoon, and by the alliance’s custom, the esteemed elder priests had long gone home to rest, no longer busy. However, after waiting for a long time, a lower-ranking priest finally emerged from the mansion, responding coldly.

"Priests from Cholula! Respected Divine Descendants, Elder Priest Uguel has no time. Please go back!"

"Ah?! Why is there no time again!"

The young priest raised his eyebrows, wanting to step forward to argue. He was the son of an elder priest, and had never faced such coldness in the holy city of Cholula.

"Bang!"

Several temple warriors guarding the elder priest’s mansion drew their war clubs in unison. With cold expressions, they pointed their clubs, about to urge forward.

"Wezi, step back! Wait, don’t get physical!"

Elder Priest Queo raised an eyebrow, hurriedly reaching out to drag the young Priest Wezi back. Then, he reached into his robe, fumbled for a moment, pulled out a small turquoise, and skillfully took quick steps forward, giving it a swift shake.

"This priest..."

"Bring them all to me..."

The lower-ranking Priest Xipili raised his eyebrows but before he could speak, something smooth and warm was placed in his hand. He glanced down, immediately silencing himself and discreetly pocketed the superior quality turquoise.

"Oh mighty Chief Divine! These priests from Cholula are truly wealthy!..."

"Ahem, this priest."

Elder Priest Queo suppressed his annoyance, trying hard to smile as he asked.

"Why has Elder Priest Uguel been so busy recently? The old friends from the holy city of Cholula have visited three times, yet he hasn’t found a moment to spare?"

"Well..."

Priest Xipili hesitated a bit, possibly faking hesitation.

"Ahem."

Elder Priest Queo didn’t hesitate, reaching out his hand once more.

"Ah!"

Priest Xipili maintained a calm expression but a smile appeared on his face.

"Honored Elder from Cholula, you have no idea. Elder Uguel is indeed extremely busy recently! Though he’s at home, he has absolutely no energy for a meeting with you."

"Hmm..."

Upon hearing this, Elder Priest Queo furrowed his brows. He reached into his robe again, asking quietly.

"I wonder what exactly is keeping Elder Uguel so occupied?"

"..."

Upon hearing this question, Priest Xipili’s expression immediately turned solemn. His face stiffened as if caught in a door frame. He waved his hand again, directly instructing the warriors.

"Use the side of the war club that has no edge to drive them away!"

The incident happened suddenly, and Elder Priest Queo was still stunned when a war club struck him. He grimaced in pain, almost unable to breathe. This time, it was Priest Wezi who hurriedly helped the elder out. Once they moved away from the entrance, the temple warriors guarding the mansion stopped their chase.

Both had been hit a few times, wincing in pain as they exchanged looks.

"Elder Queo, what did you say just now? How did that lower-ranking priest suddenly turn hostile?"

The young Wezi was somewhat puzzled. He looked at the hurriedly departing Xipili, who seemed to be carried by the wind as he quickly stepped into the courtyard and disappeared.

"I was just asking what Elder Uguel was doing."

Elder Queo clenched his teeth, enduring the pain. He thought hard for a long time but couldn’t figure out what taboo had been breached.

"Elder Queo, the other party doesn’t want to meet. What should we do now? We’ve been preparing for so long..."

Wezi lowered his voice again, feeling a bit anxious. The two had been plotting for a long time, bearing extremely precious divine objects and preparing persuasive words, yet they couldn’t even meet the person, making their efforts futile!

"...Now, the north and south strongholds of the Tlaxcalans have completely fallen... The holy city of Cholula can’t afford to delay any longer! Otherwise, should we go find the High Priest?"

"Hmm? Wezi, you fool!"

Elder Queo widened his eyes and raised his hand for a slap on Wezi’s face, leaving him stunned.

"Even if we do nothing, we can’t go to the High Priest! That would be seeking death! We are supposed to..."

"...Yes, I was being thoughtless!"

Wezi pursed his lips and respectfully bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"...Then, what should we do now?"

"What to do..."

Elder Queo bit his lip, thought for a while, and finally made a decision.

"Since Uguel’s path doesn’t work, the only option left now is just one last person!"

"Huh? There’s still one person."

Wezi was a bit surprised.

"Elder Queo, who is he?"

"Hehe, who is he?"

Elder Queo chuckled, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, and softly murmured.

"Someone who also seeks divine authority and desires it!..."

Inside the residence of Elder Priests, Xipili walked forward silently, head lowered. Along the way were precious flowers, fragrant redwood, and pathways paved with bricks and stones. In the houses along the road, exquisite stone and jade carvings, and glittering gold and silver items were displayed, extremely wealthy.

Xipili’s expression remained unchanged, having long been accustomed to such sights. No matter how opulent and captivating, these were the wealth of great people, irrelevant to someone like him.

Quickly, the small character came before the great one, respectfully bowing while standing, smiling and waiting.

"Ah! These days are truly agonizing!..."

The slightly plump Uguel lay on a cotton blanket, with his priestly robes opened, his face frowned in distress.

Two beautiful maidens were gently fanning him with large palm leaves. On his left on the redwood board were exquisite desserts and dried fruits, while on his right in the jade furnace burned expensive divine smoke. After quite a while, Uguel took a deep breath, inhaling the relaxing divine smoke, and asked absentmindedly.

"Those two from Cholula, have they been sent away?"

"Honorable Elder Priest, they’ve sensibly left."

Xipili saluted respectfully. He quietly touched the turquoise within his sleeve, his expression unchanged.

"Hmm, it’s good that they’ve gone, it’s good! At this moment, I have no interest in caring about the fate of their Cholula!"

Uguel reached out, picked up a piece of dried fruit, tossed it into his mouth, tasted it, but found it sour and bitter.

"Bah! Bah bah! Bah bah bah!"

Xipili’s eyebrows twitched, quickly lowering his head. Upon seeing the Elder Priest’s expression, he knew the anger was imminent.

Sure enough, moments later, Uguel erupted in anger, pointing at the fruit dregs on the ground, angrily scolding.

"You sour and bitter fruit dregs, without any taste, who would be foolish enough to eat you! ... Hmm?"

While scolding, Uguel suddenly paused his speech. His face suddenly showed joy, couldn’t help but squat down, picking up the fruit dregs in his hand, caressing them carefully.

"No, no! I wronged you! Fruit dregs are good, fruit dregs are good! Since no one eats fruit dregs, they have time to learn! ... Haha!"

Upon hearing these words, Xipili’s eyelids twitched violently, wishing to cover his ears and become truly deaf. At this moment, he was devoutly praying aloud in his heart.

"...Scorching sun, may you depart soon! Immortal sunset, please don’t delay any longer! ... Chief Divine bless!"