The spring wind stirred the tent, and the fragrance lingered within. The Serpent Priestess Miyava ca quietly and left quietly, leaving the testant of submission on the leather rug in the tent.
Xiulote stood silently, gazing at the moist traces on the rug, a fla burning in his chest. His whole body felt unbearably hot, yet his eyes remained clear and bright.
"Family Head, the Totonac Serpent Priestesses are renowned for their revelry and cunning. Miyava’s origins are unclear, her mind unpredictable... If you truly wish to bring her into your fold, have the female priestesses from the Temple take action, using Holy Water to properly instruct her! And for the purity of the family bloodline, it’s best to monitor her for four months. If there’s no visibility, only then can you touch her..."
Guard Commander Ecatl bowed his head, cautiously stepping forward to advise. He had been full of vigilance for the Serpent Priestess who arrived tonight, his hand always on the copper axe at his waist, never leaving it for a mont. In his heart, regardless of what submissive posture the other might present, only after undergoing the brainwashing of Holy Water could one truly be trusted!
"Hmm, I know. The scent on Miyava naturally has an aphrodisiac effect. Her display of such submission and abandon is nothing but a facade, half real, half false."
"The Serpent Priestesses’ apparent admiration and submission, their allure and temptation, are rely ans to manipulate the heart. They are adept at igniting n’s desire to possess and their primal urges, thus seeking opportunities... However, in the current situation, the surrender of Golden Bay tribes should be genuine and undoubted. I can wait for three days!"
Xiulote’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke calmly and unusually composed. Upon hearing such a reply, Guard Commander Ecatl showed admiration on his face. He took a step back, standing in respectful service without further words.
The campfire in the tent flickered, casting ripples of fla. The young king stood in place, took a deep breath, once again controlling his body’s primal desires. Then, he gazed at the flickering fire before him, softly chanting.
"Divine witness! Everything that exists is like a dream and illusion, like dew or a flash of lightning, thus should be perceived..."
"All things in the world are superpositions of quantum field states. The desires of mortals are rely discrete electric field fluctuations. As a king, I must control desires. The error of being assassinated must not be repeated... "
Xiulote returned to the head of the mat, sitting cross-legged. However, the changes in his body made the sitting posture sowhat uncomfortable. He simply lay flat in the tent, closing his eyes to think.
"Next, the handling of Golden Bay City... Politically, we should integrate directly, culturally introduce xica customs and festivals, religiously spread the belief in the Chief Divine, economically reconstruct the east-west trade route. As for the most critical military, land should be divided and bestowed, elevating a group of the kingdom’s and local samurai nobility as the foundation of governance..."
Looking at the reclining Your Highness, the Guard Commander lowered his head, pondering for a mont. Shortly after, he quietly stepped outside the tent, giving a couple of instructions. Soon, a wild and charming girl, barefoot with silver anklets, lightly entered the tent, coming to Xiulote’s side.
"Jingle..."
"Hmm?"
Hearing the bell, Xiulote raised his head, showing surprise on his face. Although he hasn’t seen her for four years, he recognized the girl before him with just one glance.
The girl had a generous appearance, wearing an obsidian necklace and a brightly colored short robe. Her eyebrows were delicate, her nose proudly raised, and her figure tall and agile like a leopard. Compared to four years ago, the difference was that her face now carried a subtle scholarly aura, and her figure was fully grown. At this mont, the girl looked at Your Highness, pouting stubbornly, her eyes filled with uncontrollable joy, yet hidden with admiration she could scarcely detect herself.
"Chief of Colima, Iymar’s daughter, warrior Yilian?"
"Your Majesty, I am warrior Yilian. But I am also your tent’s escort, the clerk official."
Clerk Official Yilian raised her head stubbornly, correcting. Seeing this familiar scene, Xiulote’s lips curled into a smile, nodding in agreent.
"Alright! My Clerk Official Yilian. Over the past few years at Divine Power University in the Capital City, what have you learned?"
"Your Majesty, I learned the inherited scripts and poems, the sacred scriptures of the Chief Divine. I studied important astronomy and geography, the kingdom’s governance and warfare... Also, the Divine Revelation Secrets personally written by you, left at Divine Power University!..."
Clerk Official Yilian smiled lightly, looking confidently into Xiulote’s eyes. Hearing this, Xiulote raised his eyebrows, nodding. Subsequently, he smirked, pulling out a thick manual from the side of the seat cushion.
"Very good! Clerk Official Yilian, you are quite impressive! However, even though you’re here responsible for recording docunts, learning must not stop... Hmm, here’s a mathematics manual I recently compiled, quite interesting. You can take it and do a few problems during your spare ti every day..."
"Uh... math... mathematics manual?!..."
Upon hearing this, Clerk Official Yilian’s confident expression collapsed instantly. She quickly jumped back, turning into a wild Tekos girl, vigorously shaking her head in refusal.
"By the Chief Divine, take it! As a clerk official, you need to know mathematics. If you don’t understand sothing, you can co and ask ."
Under Xiulote’s smiling gaze, Yilian accepted the "Village Priest’s Introduction to Mathematics Manual" with a bitter look. She rely flipped through it slightly, feeling dizzy and bewildered. After a while, she raised her head again, looking hesitantly, speaking softly.
"Uh!... Your... Your Majesty... You must be tired? Let rub your head... By the way! What song do you like to hear? I’ll sing it for you..."
"Hmm... Despite the night being obscure yet exquisite, it holds death and murder... Then sing ’Song of the Night’s Dusk’!..."
"Uh?... Your Highness, sing this song now?..."
"Why? This is one of the songs for nightti prayers by the Alliance Priest, don’t you know how to sing it?"
"Yes, yes."
Clerk Official Yilian hesitated, vigorously nodding. Then she cleared her throat, singing lightly, her expression distant and forlorn.
"... The Chief Divine’s moonlight pours down. On the sea drifts the lone souls of the Feathered Serpent, along the river bank wander the ghosts of warriors slain...
Under eternal starlight, in the shadows by the riverbank, they silently roam, yearning for divine guidance...
When the first ray of dawn descends, the Heavenly Dog escorts the sun, while the cold fingertips of the departed rise...
You can hear their enraptured chant! It’s the warriors’ cries of battle before death!...
For the divines and glory, for wealth and belonging... The sacred battle approaches, not long now...
The seaside’s white conches turn into the twilight’s light in the sky. And the red death, under the gaze of the Chief Divine, arrives bright and swiftly!...
Xiulote lay with closed eyes, resting on the girl’s thighs, listening to the lodious and gentle song, feeling the comfortable massage. He slled the girl’s fresh and serene fragrance, as if inhaling the wildflowers from Tekos Mountain, slowly relaxing. The fiery fla within him gradually diminished, burning subtly, leaving only tranquility in his heart, reflecting the starlight on the tent’s top.
"Hmm... A truly unforgettable night! The death and dawn of Golden Bay City will soon... arrive..."
The king murmured softly, sleeping soundly in the girl’s embrace, forgetting all desires, all fatigue, as if flying over the sea of stars and moon. And the girl, gazing at the king in her arms, sang gently, her eyes flickering like a stretch of starlight.
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