Grandfather's Promise, Grain Strongholds, and Talents

"Food. Moving populations and settling tribes all require food. And with the eastern campaign imminent, the grain from every village in the lake region will be requisitioned and put toward war preparations first."

High Priest Xutl gazed at the candlelight in the hall and pondered for a long time. Then he looked at Xolotl and made a calm promise.

"Xolotl, my child, I will give you enough food for two hundred thousand people for one year! Thirty percent will come from the stockpiles controlled by the High Priest Council, thirty percent from the granaries of the Holy City faction. The remaining forty percent, after the great nobles of Tlocan State and Latzico State have been dealt with, will be requisitioned from the local nobles of the two states to sustain the migrating columns."

"Two hundred thousand people for a year!"

Hearing that number, Xolotl was greatly heartened. If there truly was that much food, it would not only settle the migrating tribes and fill the kingdom's grain shortfall, it could even guarantee supplies for the Imperial Guard Legion's eastern campaign.

"Mm. The people and the grain should both go by water as much as possible. The first batch of grain will be transferred immediately. The kingdom's navy must prepare for transport."

The High Priest smiled faintly, reached out, and stroked his grandson's cheek.

"The last batch of grain will likely have to wait until after the autumn harvest in October. Do not worry, my child. As long as I am here, nothing will go wrong!"

"Grandfather."

Xolotl prostrated himself on the ground and bowed to his grandfather with heartfelt sincerity.

"Main God bless us! May the ancestors protect us! May you be healthy, and may your radiance shine upon the Alliance!"

"Main God bless us! May the ancestors protect us!