The end of May was all drifting spring rain and the joy of all things growing. Along the banks of the Lake Capital, lush metasequoias stood thick and green. Beneath the great pyramid of the Temple District, magnificent, exotic jacarandas bloomed. In this radiant season of late spring, the eye met only thriving life, without a trace of withering to be found.
The next day, the high priest's expression was as usual. Dressed in sacrificial robes, he once again arrived at the towering priestly hall. More than ten priest elders, dozens of high-ranking priests, and nearly two hundred low-ranking priests and apprentices all bowed their heads and obeyed!
First, the high priest issued a religious decree, ordering the last eight thousand selected able-bodied people to set out at once from the capital region and migrate to the Lake Kingdom. With this, the seventy thousand Mexica immigrants promised to Xolotl in the seventh month of last year had all been moved out, with five thousand able-bodied people to spare. Afterward, he dispatched another ten thousand militia, requisitioned a batch of grain from storage, and sent it to the Southern Route Army.
As for these measures, Yazar, the elder of the God of War, had some private complaints. To carry out a migration that delayed farming during the spring plowing season—the high priest was truly showing some partiality in order to look after his legitimate grandson.
The high priest had made up his mind and did not pause in the slightest. Once again he issued a religious decree, drawing more than two hundred priest apprentices who were about to complete their studies from the capital's Priest University and sending them to the Lake Kingdom. Traveling with them were also several dozen mid- and low-ranking priests from the high priest's own faction.
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