Chief Priest Viiko left the same way he had come, draped in an understated black robe and wearing a plain black hooded cloak. Only, the honored Chief Minister of God Stone City now had a bruised and swollen face, and in his heart there was a heavy humiliation, as well as hatred that could not be erased.
Andivi stood before the window of the temple hall, watching the black-robed Chief Minister disappear into the western mountain forest under the escort of warriors. And beyond that mountain forest was the sturdy God Stone City, like a curled-up hedgehog, stuck behind the Mexica Legion.
"Ha! Stop looking. If you really hate that old fox, then wait until he comes for negotiations next time and slaughter him with your own hands!"
Red monkey Ozoma lifted the corner of his mouth and walked to the young priest's side, also looking at God Stone City on the horizon.
Although today's negotiations had not produced a final result, the Mixtec had already learned the terms and expressed a certain degree of submission. For secret negotiations of such great importance, the other side's envoy always had to go back and forth several times. At the very least, Chief Minister Viiko needed to share the responsibility for the peace negotiations with the priests and nobles in God Stone City, rather than bear it all alone.
"Kill the Chief Minister with my own hands?"
Hearing this, Andivi's expression froze, his hands and feet going stiff. He did not doubt the red-haired barbarian's resolve in the slightest, and once again felt the strength of the Aztec Alliance. Even an ordinary tribal chief dared to speak casually of killing the chief priest of the Mixtec.
"...Uh, Chief Minister Viiko might not necessarily come for the next negotiations. Uh, the negotiations were