"The Mexica nobles and the kingdom's priests will assimilate and rule the northern tribes. Military power, political power, and divine power."
Xolotl's eyes flickered, and he sank into thought without speaking. Even though he was on the front line of the Eastern Expedition, intelligence from the north still kept flowing in, gathering here.
"Bertad, I heard that Ort, the old Otomi High Priest, is already gravely ill and does not have many days left?"
"Uh, Your Highness, a year and a half ago, High Priest Ort was already gravely ill. He has been bedridden all this time, but as of last month, he still had not gone to the Divine Kingdom."
The Captain of Warriors thought for a moment, then answered cautiously.
"However, High Priest Ort's envoy is currently in the Lake Capital, seeking an audience with the newly appointed high priest Uger!"
"Oh? The old priest Ort sent an envoy?"
Hearing this, Xolotl was somewhat surprised.
"What did he say?"
"The envoy represented the Otomi priesthood in expressing respect and reverence to the new high priest. At the same time, since High Priest Ort has little time left, he requested that the supreme High Priest Council send a venerable priest elder to succeed him as Otomi High Priest. In addition, he recommended his own student, Omarinchi, an Otomi priest elder, to serve as deputy Otomi High Priest."
"Mm. Giving up the position of Otomi High Priest to preserve the post of deputy High Priest. Old Priest Ort truly seized the moment!"
Hearing this, Xolotl nodded and could not help praising him aloud. He thought of that groundhog-like figure, of that aged, short, sturdy, and tenacious old man, and sincerely sighed at the precision of the other man's judgment and the decisiveness of his move.
The Alliance High Priest Council