"Have me lead twenty thousand men to farm the garrison lands, and even return the guards to my side?"
Bright daylight fell from the roof of the great tent, illuminating the faces of the two kings, leaving no expression anywhere to hide. Hearing Avet's smiling words, Xolotl's heart first stirred. Whether in prestige, seniority, or ability, he was the most suitable person to oversee the garrison farms, and he had even presided over Shuigu City's garrison farming of two hundred thousand tribesmen. If he could now take charge of one region, without being confined to the Divine King's side...
"No! That's not right! I cannot agree!... The fourth line text of the hexagram Modesty: 'Nothing that does not further. He makes modesty move.'... As one in an assisting position, below the king and above the ministers, I need only follow the greater trend, allocate tasks and resources, and remain modest and low-key!..."
The flurry of thoughts passed almost in an instant. Xolotl's heart went cold, but his face maintained a modest smile, not revealing the slightest hint. He pondered for only a few breaths, then gently shook his head and said, "Respected Divine King! I am the High Priest in the great army. My duties are divination and sacrifice, and inspiring morale. The army is marching south to attack Yodzocahi, and we still do not know how long the bitter fighting will last. If we fall into a long siege, then we will need the priests' rituals even more to soothe the army's hearts!... As for the miscellaneous affairs of garrison farming, it would be more proper for the Divine King to choose an exceptionally capable legion commander and give him full responsibility!..."
"Oh? Choose a legion commander? Xolotl, don't decline. Which legion commander's ability in governance can compare to