"Your Majesty!"
Tesiwite spoke in a low voice. Xochicalo narrowed his eyes and turned at the sound as well.
In that instant, countless thoughts surfaced in the mind of the great Turquoise general. He wanted to accuse Xochicalo of a possible murder and ask the supreme king to investigate the truth. But he had no evidence, nor did he have sufficient status and power. In the Alliance's pragmatic political tradition, such a powerless accusation was doomed to be useless, merely startling the other party for nothing.
"I want a sturdy set of bronze heavy armor!"
"Mm? Bronze heavy armor?"
Hearing this, Avet was slightly taken aback. After a few breaths, he laughed loudly in praise, admiration on his face.
"Good! A truly pure Mexica warrior! Turquoise Tesiwite, you will receive a sturdy suit of armor, as well as a sharp bronze great axe, so you may fight even better for the Alliance!"
In the current Alliance, bronze heavy armor and bronze great axes were still strictly controlled military materials. They were produced only in the capital's Artisan Camp and at the Military Industry Department in Copper City, Tzintzuntzan. And aside from the important Royal Legion, only a portion of extremely honored great nobles had any way to obtain them in small quantities.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! May the Main God bless us, the king is supreme!"
Avet nodded slightly and patted Tesiwite on the shoulder, then walked toward the next warrior. The king personally acted, generously granting rewards and gathering the hearts of the warriors from every state. Only when night had grown deep and the evening wind carried a faint chill did the grand bestowal finally come to an end.
"May the Main God bless the Alliance!"
The king raised the Scepter and prayed in a deep voice.
"Divine