Puapu left, and in a great hurry. Because he had received a Divine Revelation of fate, a priceless Divine Revelation. This revelation contained only a single sentence, bought with an entire bag of gemstones.
".A Maya divine descendant, Heavenly Snake Divine Blood, can break the Divine Eagle's curse!"
Puapu held that Divine Revelation firmly in his mind. His eyes were filled with killing intent, and his hand rested on his Copper Axe, murderous and seething, impatient to go find the Maya merchant Tikalo. In the entire expedition fleet, only that bald Maya merchant knew the details of the Maya city-states, knew where that so-called Heavenly Snake divine descendant actually was!
Yet not long after Puapu had left this bustling market, Tikalo strolled over at an unhurried pace. Beside him, Old Militia Chiwako followed closely, along with two burdens clutching little carvings.
The Old Shaman was still sitting there at ease with a white cloth spread out, cross-legged, holding the mysterious pottery disc in his arms. Only the conspicuous bag of gemstones was gone, and no one knew where he had put it. He narrowed his eyes, glanced at the bald Maya merchant, then looked very carefully at Chiwako in his militia attire, and at the two youths behind him.
The Old Shaman pondered in silence. A moment later, he cleared his throat and sang leisurely.
"I see a sea turtle, roaming at the edge of the sky. His forehead bare, he cannot find the road home... I see a dirt dog, running through the forest. His face is old, and he knows not where his home lies!... Ah, the curtain of fate—they all go east, suffering amid endless storms!."
"Mm?"
Hearing the Old Shaman's song, Chiwako and Tikalo turned back at the same time, looking toward the mysterious elder draped