Avet came and went. When he arrived, his expression was grave; when he left, his mood was cheerful. At his position, there were already very few people who could speak with him as equals and provide him emotional value.
In the Divine King's eyes, the vast majority of people—even ordinary Alliance nobles—were nothing more than "Ant People" crawling beneath the pyramid. At most, some ants were merely one size larger than the other common ants. According to what he said to Xolotl, that was...
"The divine heroes under heaven are no more than two: I, who boil the wine, and you, who drink it! Of course, Little Xiuhua inherited divinity, is gifted and clever, and has been taught by me personally. As long as he experiences more tempering in war, he also has the potential to grow into a hero!..."
"As for the others, they are ultimately only mortal, or possess only the divinity of false gods. They are nothing but sacrifices and dry bones sooner or later! Mm... perhaps among the White-Skinned Demons across the great sea, there will be great men with fiendish divinity. But they are too far away. Having them is no different from not having them!..."
"Xolotl, you must stand at my side! I can place the Alliance's sacrificial divine authority into your hands... Twenty years from now, this world will belong to Xiuhua, which means it will be yours as well!..."
Toward Avet's words, Xolotl behaved very respectfully, not overstepping the position of prophet in the slightest. He knew Avet was not lying. But he knew even more clearly that on the road to supreme power, one could not trust any promise—only himself! For a creature of power to always preserve his true heart and maintain the balance between desire and reason was truly