A big iron brazier burned in the great hall of Guiyi Hall, piled with Charcoal that had burned down white. Zuwaro climbed down from the heated kang and added some Pine Wood charcoal to the brazier. Soon, the coals crackled and popped, warming the entire room to a cozy heat and lighting up the padded clothes he wore to sleep.
This padded outfit joined top and bottom together, with no separation between jacket and trousers; it was the common cotton robe of the time. Fine, dense stitching, thick material, colorful embroidery—once worn, it made him look like a wealthy landowner from the countryside. Zuwaro liked this Han winter clothing very much, all red and green, just like a Jaguar Warrior of the Mexican highlands. Especially since the garment was embroidered with extremely vivid Red Flowers, front and back, top and bottom, in every kind of pattern, like the brilliant blooming lives of warriors. This set of cotton clothing from the Liaodong Garrison simply fit the aesthetics of the Nahua tribes too perfectly!
Faced with the tastes of this "northern Shaman," Ali touched his nose, not knowing what to say. He wore plain, close-fitting padded clothes, with a lake-blue silk robe over them—white inside, blue outside—clearly imitating the style of a scholar. As for Ali's tastes, Zuwaro also shook his head again and again whenever he saw them, always saying, "Unlucky," and "Bad color!"
"Aguda, take off the heavy armor! That whole suit is so heavy, it looks uncomfortable just seeing it. No matter how precious this armor is to you, you can't wear it all day without taking it off, and you definitely can't climb onto the kang in armor!"
".All right."
Maha Aguda frowned and stroked the smooth armor plates on his chest before reluctantly taking off the forty-