Aztec Eternals

After a brief disturbance, Avit and Shulot disappeared into the hall. The samurai continued to revert to their sculptural forms. Kechar stood with his arms folded, smiling as usual, thinking quickly. Ugel was nervous and respectful, surprised and puzzled.

The elder still lowered his eyes, as if sleeping and waking up, not knowing where his thoughts were drifting. There was silence again in the hall.

The breeze blows the veil of the gods in the palace. The sound of the wind turned into the soliloquy of the saints between heaven and earth. It's just that no one can hear clearly, the sacred whisper in the breeze. And so the incomprehensible murmur became the fate of mortals.

After a long time, the elder opened his eyes, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

"Kechar, what do you think a priest is?"

Kechar narrowed his gaze. He can grasp the thoughts of most people and easily affect their feelings, but it is always difficult to grasp the elders. Just like animals on the ground, limited by their vision, they will never be able to see the sky above their heads clearly. And Yuntian itself has no emotions that can be used.

"Respected elder." Kechar pondered slightly, "Priests are God's listeners. They listen to God's will, and use rituals and thoughts to maintain God's kingdom and control God's people."

"But God's will is difficult to hear. To grasp it accurately, the priests can only rely on the truly great saint and obey the immortal sun, that is you!"

As for after the sun sets, or the saint no longer exists, what will happen to the priests? Kechar did not mention it, and the elders did not need to ask.

After hearing Kechar's words, the elder couldn't deny it. He didn't comment, just looked at Ugel.

"Ugel, what do you think a priest is?"

Hearing this, sweat oozed from Ugel's forehead. He replied carefully.

"Dear elder, my opinion is similar to that of the chief priest."

"Well. Ugel, what do you think a king is?"

Ugel's body trembled. He lowered his head nervously, and sweat ran across his forehead, down his cheeks, and into his neck, wetting his loose and luxurious clothes.

"Respected elder, from my shallow understanding, the king is the most honorable bloodline, the leader of all nobles, and with the assistance of priests, he is responsible for important matters of the alliance."

"Ugel, I am in charge of the priests now. If my opinion differs from that of the king, who will you listen to?"

the elder asked calmly.

"Of course I listen to you, the elder." Ugel did not hesitate. This kind of test has been simulated countless times in his mind, but it was only used for the first time today.

"Well. What if I'm not here? Who will you listen to?" The elder's voice remained calm.

Ugel was inexplicably horrified. He knelt down on the ground with a plop, sweating profusely in an instant.

"This, this, this, I only obey the elders in everything, I never dare to have such thoughts!"

The elder shook his head and did not let Ugel get up. He just looked at Kechar.

"Kechar, what do you think?"

"The king is the executor of the will of the gods. He uses the law and force to manage the kingdom of the world for the gods and provide the sacrifices the gods need. Between the king and you, you are naturally the greatest."

Kechar restrained his smile and answered seriously without hesitation.

"What if I'm not here?" The old man looked at Kechar.

Hearing this, Kechar saluted respectfully and calmly exposed to the eyes of the elder. He carefully considered that the elders have always been selfless in state affairs. So, he raised his head, met the elder's eyes, and replied calmly.

"Then it depends on whether the king is a sage. A king who can carry out the laws of the elders is the successor sage who can also become the leader of the priests. If the king is not a sage, he needs the admonition and teaching of the priests. And the priests themselves, We must learn and master the will of the sages of the previous generation, learn to use the gods reasonably, and lead the alliance on the journey."

Kechar is confident and determined. During decades of study, he has understood the religious reforms of the elders, clearly understood the elders' ruling philosophy, and is familiar with the elders' political skills. He considers himself the best heir.

The elder finally nodded, expressing his approval to the chief priest.

"Kechar, what do you think the future of the league looks like?" The elder asked the question with the test school.

"The future of the alliance is the ever-strengthening theocracy, ever-expanding territory, and ever-increasing city-states. The patron saint will become the main god of the entire world, and all city-states will obey him! Your will will be carried out with the world."

Kechar replied respectfully and passionately. He observed the elder's expression from the corner of his eye, and found a satisfied smile, which made him feel at ease.

"Hmm. Good." The elder expressed his affirmation for the first time. "Ugel, what do you think?"

"Elder. I, I think the same as the chief priest." Ugel continued to kneel on the ground, shaking his head. After only a moment of questioning and answering, his clothes were already soaked.

"Ugel, get up. You still have time to study."

After saying this, the elder ignored Ugel who stood up tremblingly. He looked at Kechar again and asked calmly.

"Kechar, what do you think of the child's words?"

Alarm bells rang in Kechar's heart. He thought carefully, guessing what the elder was thinking. Then he smiled calmly and gave a short and cautious answer.

"If it is true as he said, it is of course a good thing for the alliance! However, it is best to keep this kind of writing in the hands of the priests and the royal family, and pass it on cautiously."

The elder nodded slightly. Instead of asking questions, he meditated again. In the main hall, there is only the sound of the wind rolling the curtains, stretching the changing shapes of gods. Until a noise came from under the palace.

The elder looked out the window and vaguely saw the noisy warriors, his expression remained unchanged. After a while, a senior warrior came in a hurry.

"Respected elder, Avit's family warriors haven't seen him out for a long time, and now they are making noise under the instigation of several personal guard officers."

The elder nodded slightly. He stood up, walking slowly and steadily, until he reached the fully open balcony. His figure was bathed in the midday sun, shining brightly like the sun.

The sculptural samurai commander follows. He took out a horn from the far north, from some great galloping beast. Then he blew it vigorously, and the sound of the horn resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The two thousand family warriors under the palace heard the horn, raised their heads, and saw the white-haired old man who looked like a god.

"It is the great Sivakvatel! Chief Minister for fifty years! Our Elder!"

The older nobles looked at each other, and then knelt down to salute without hesitation. This great figure accompanies them in their childhood, youth, youth, prime of life, and even old age, guiding every major event in the league. He has long since become a deified symbol, a symbol of omnipotence and authority, deeply engraved in the hearts of the Mexica.

The big nobles first knelt down and saluted, followed by the lesser nobles with inheritance. The inheritance told them the greatness and majesty of the elders, and also told them the price of blood after disobeying the elders.

"It is the immortal sun! The sun still shines on us!"

Then the older warriors reacted and knelt down immediately. This is the great elder they have obeyed since childhood, the divine on earth, who leads the great cause of every alliance expansion.

The last to kneel were the young warriors. They had only seen the Elder once, twelve years ago, at Montezuma's death ceremony, a divine figure above the king, a mythical hero whom everyone had grown up admiring.

Two thousand warriors knelt down and surrendered one after another, and the audience in the palace sang praises. Only the young Stanley and the vicissitudes of life were left in the field. Stanley showed anger, and he knelt unwillingly under the pull of the surrounding warriors. Bertard sighed and knelt down silently.

The elder nodded slightly. "Tell them that the king will fast for a week and prepare to take the throne."

Kechar bowed his head and obeyed, then announced loudly.

"Loyal warriors, your Royal Highness Avit will officially inherit the throne in a week. In order to dedicate his loyalty to the supreme patron saint Vitzilopochtli, he will fast for a week in the chief palace in exchange for the main god's support for Mexico. Canada's blessing!

Warriors, I commend your loyalty, you are also beloved by the God of War, and you will surely be blessed by the God of War! Now, go away, go back to your families and pray for the blessing of the great new king! "

Two thousand family warriors cheered. They bowed their heads and knelt down to pay homage to the elders, and then they dispersed under the leadership of nobles and nobles. Akap was equally excited, he finally met the elder!

Berthard sighed again, pulled the young priest past him, and hurried out of the city. Now, he couldn't trust anyone but the high priest of Teotihuacan.

Looking at the dispersed crowd, the elder looked calm. He turned back to the stone seat and ordered without emotion.

"Kechar, go down and prepare for Avit's enthronement ceremony a week later."

Kechar bowed his head respectfully. Afterwards, he hesitated again and again, and his scruples about Xiulot still prevailed. So he knelt down on both knees and paid homage.

"Follow your will, my lord! Please allow me to ask, that child"

The elder glanced over, and Kechar immediately fell silent. He just put his head on the ground and saluted without saying a word.

The elder was silent for a moment before speaking in a flat tone.

"Little Xiutel sent an envoy. I'm here to see the child off. This week, I want to ask him about the text. You only need to complete the ceremony, and you will naturally be rewarded. Go down."

Finally, the elder spoke with deep meaning.

"It's time for the two major priesthoods of the alliance to unite again."

Kechar was overjoyed, as soon as Shulot died, he would have no worries. And when the two major priesthoods unite again, the chief priesthood at the power center of the capital will control the supreme theocracy. And there is no doubt that he will also be at the top of authority!

So Kechar put on a respectful smile, bowed his head and saluted in thanks. Ugel also trembled, saluted and said goodbye.

The two retreated out of the hall, and then walked in silence for a long time. Kechar sighed quietly.

Ugel wiped the sweat off his brow, and looked at Kechar enviously: "Old guy, you can talk. You can still have a reason in front of the elders. Don't look for a chance to remind me a few words!"

Kechar glanced at Ugel lightly, and said with a light smile: "Ugel, the elder said, you still have time to study. I just don't know what you can learn as an uncarved rotten wood!"

The pressure of the question and answer this time was too great, and Kechar couldn't help but sneered a few words to vent his emotions.

Ugel blushed and wanted to say something, but he didn't speak after all. A gust of wind blew by, taking away sweat and heat, and he felt a chill all over his body. Yes, what can I learn by myself?

Kechar sighed in his heart: "Respected elder, at your age, you should go to the kingdom of God safely, instead of clinging to power and worrying about trivial matters in the world. If it wasn't for your Pharmacy is much better than mine, you can't guess your mind, and your feelings have no flaws, your loyal servant has already sent you off!"

He shook his head, put aside unnecessary thoughts, and strode away. He wants to organize the enthronement ceremony of the new king.

The wind was still blowing, and the curtains on the palace were still singing softly, but the figure of the elder was gone.