Chapter 412 The King and His Confidant

As the sun sets, the king's palace lights up torches that never sleep, and the veil of the gods flutters in the night wind. Guilim, led by the royal guards, heads for the magnificent palace. After a moment, he hears brisk flute music and bird-like singing.

The chief intelligence officer frowned and looked at the guards who led him. The guard paused, hesitated a little, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Your Majesty is in a bad mood, so he drank some refreshing mead and watched the singing and dancing of Vastekmeji."

The Vastek people do not like clothes, but are good at singing and dancing. Every year, they always offer some beautiful singers and dancers to replace the tribute of money and grain. And in the banquets of the great nobles in the capital, Vastekmeji is also very popular.

Guilim nodded silently, thinking. He walked into the palace solemnly, ignoring the many beautiful women singing and dancing, and strode to the king. Then, he saluted solemnly, knelt deeply on the ground, and said nothing.

"Hmm? Guillem, you're here?"

Avite leaned on the throne, his face was drunk, his eyes were still clear. He raised the exquisite silver cup, took a sip of sweet honey wine, and said to his most trusted female snake with a smile.

"Come, take a glass of wine, and drink it with me!"

Guillim looked solemn, bowed again, and still did not answer.

Avite frowned. He glanced at the chief intelligence officer lightly and waved his hand calmly.

"All go down!"

The singing and dancing stopped immediately, and the dancers, singers, and musicians bowed one after another, and then quickly went out of the hall. After a while, there were only rows of candles and two people facing each other in the hall.

"Your Majesty, today is not a sacred festival, why are you drinking in the solemn hall?"

Guillim raised his head and asked in a deep voice.

".Today I am in a good mood, so I invited the singing and dancing beauties that the Huastek people just presented to enjoy a little. Why, my loyal advisor, do you even want to advise me on this?"

Avite looked a little cold, and glanced at the kneeling intelligence officer, like a jaguar with eyes open.

"Your Majesty, you are in a bad mood."

Gilliam answered solemnly. Then, he saluted respectfully and asked.

"Is it because of the elders' will? His Highness Shulot has come of age, and Princess Alyssa has also been looking forward to it for a long time. And for the overall situation of the kingdom, this is also necessary."

"Ding Dong!"

The sound of metal collision came instantly. Avite suddenly got angry, threw away the silver cup in his hand, and shouted angrily.

"Quiet!"

Gilliam kept silent and saluted again.

After a while, the king's face regained its calm. He said calmly.

"Have all the envoys sent to various states set out?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"What about those sent to the Kingdom of the Lake?"

"They set out a month ago."

"Is everything ready in the capital?"

"It's ready. It will be a grand ceremony for the whole city."

"Have all the royal relatives been invited?"

"All invited, even the elders will come out."

Avite asked carefully for a long time until he could find no more problems. Finally, he sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, wait for Shulot to come! After the event, we will offer blood sacrifice. After the celebration, we will start preparing to conquer the Tlaxcala people!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Lord God blesses the alliance, and the ancestors have given you a great mission! You are the eagle of the royal family and the scorching sun of summer. You are destined to rule the four directions and unify the whole world!"

Gilliam bowed again with a smile on his face. He chanted in a deep voice with great confidence.

Avite straightened his body and nodded solemnly. He lowered his eyes and asked seriously.

"Gilliam, how have you investigated the rumors about the mythical beast in the south of the Lake Kingdom?"

"Your Majesty, the rumors about the mythical beasts of the merchants are not credible. I received a report from the scouts and interrogated the southern nobles of Apachingan. The so-called thundering beast should be the new weapon of the Lake Kingdom, a bronze cannon! It is divided into two types, large and small. The large copper cannon can shoot one to two miles and destroy the wooden village, which is suitable for siege. The small copper cannon can shoot a hundred steps and break the warrior's shield, which is suitable for field battles."

"Well, if these two types of cannons are really so powerful, they are military and national weapons!"

Avit nodded. He pondered for a while and asked calmly.

"Is there any bronze cannon in the tribute of the Lake Kingdom this year?"

"No."

"Haha, what a stingy child."

Avit smiled and shook his head, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Wait until Shulot comes over, and then talk to him properly."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gilliam bowed his head and saluted. He thought for a moment, his expression unchanged, and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, the secret guards recently captured several Prepecha nobles who tried to assassinate His Highness Shulot. How should we deal with them?"

"Hmm? Assassination?"

Avite narrowed his eyes and looked at Guillem dangerously for a moment.

"Guillem, did the Alliance Secret Guards intervene?"

"Your Majesty, the Lord God is your witness! The Secret Guards were only gathering information in the Lake Kingdom and were not involved!"

Guillem swore with a fist. What he said was also true. The Alliance Secret Guards had planned for a long time and had never planned to attack His Highness at this time.

"His Highness Shulot carried out harsh reductions and changes in the south, which aroused the rebellion and assassination of the old nobles."

"Hmm. Guillem, remember your responsibility. Don't betray my trust."

Avit stared at Guillem for a moment, and finally chose to believe. He acquiesced to the Chief Intelligence Officer placing many secret guards in the Lake Kingdom. Because this kind of secret supervision of the alliance also exists in the territories of the great nobles of each state. In fact, the annual expenditure of the alliance on internal and external intelligence is almost equivalent to the expenditure of a legion. Then, Avit smiled faintly.

"Reduce the fiefdom? Not bad, very good. This is what the royal center has always wanted to do, but it can't do it!"

"Your Majesty, how should these captured assassins be dealt with?"

"Local nobles conspired to rebel and assassinate His Majesty the Alliance. They are unforgivable. All of them will be executed, and their heads will be erected in front of the Great Temple to warn all states!"

"Obey your will, Your Majesty."

Gillim saluted calmly, and the fate of Gulamo and others was decided in these two plain sentences! In the eyes of the supreme king, they are just ants like dust, and life and death are like duckweed!

"Gillim, my confidant, get up and come over!"

Avit waved his hand. Then, he took out a paper map from behind the throne and unfolded it on the small table. It was the topographic map of the Tlaxcala Valley.

"Have the 50,000 direct warriors finished changing their equipment?"

"Your Majesty, the bronze weapons have been replaced! Ordinary warriors use bronze spears instead of obsidian war clubs. Senior warriors are skilled in combat and accustomed to using war clubs, so the artisan camp improved the war clubs and replaced the obsidian blades with bronze blades. Then, warriors above level three are equipped with bronze axes."

Gilliam bowed his head respectfully and reported the latest military intelligence.

"One thousand jaguar regiments, one thousand eagle regiments, all wearing bronze cloth heavy armor. Eight thousand royal legions are equipped with bronze cloth medium armor, most of which have been replaced and can be completed within two months."

"Very good! Ten thousand elite armored warriors, eight thousand skilled longbowmen, and a hundred wooden cannons. How can the enemies of Tlaxcala in the east resist?"

Avit laughed with satisfaction, with cruel killing intent and infinite confidence in his smile.

With the continuous deepening of centralization, the great nobles have been sent out and re-titled one after another. The royal center has directly governed the entire Texcoco Lake area, controlling a population of 1.6 million and 50,000 standing warriors. Outside the lake area, the 1.5 million people of the traditional Mexican states have also been gradually brought under the control of the royal center.

With the support of more than three million people, the royal center has accumulated 50,000 elite direct warriors in three years, and more than 50,000 vassal warriors. Among the direct warriors, there are 10,000 armored legions, 8,000 longbowmen, and hundreds of gunners. More than 100 wooden cannons were built, and the gunpowder stockpile was about 100,000 kilograms.

The Mexica tribes established their country by farming and fighting, believed in gods, and advocated killing. They fought endlessly for fifty years. If the newly born Lake Kingdom is a rapidly developing new military machine, then the traditional Mexica Alliance is a more powerful old military machine. Although there are many obstacles and constraints within the alliance, as long as it is mobilized, no one in the world can stop it alone!

Gilliam raised his head slightly and stared at the confident and proud King Avit.

"The king is only thirty-five or six, and he is in his prime. He can still rule the country for twenty or thirty years. After defeating the Tlaxcala people, it is time to attack the Mixtecs in the south, the Totonacs in the east, and then the Zapotecs in the south! Later, the world will be pacified, the royal family will be inherited, and the little prince will grow up."

The candlelight in the hall was shining brightly, reflecting the two people with ups and downs in their thoughts. The king looked proudly in all directions, like an eagle spreading its wings, with the heart to conquer all tribes and swallow up the world! The Chief Intelligence Officer stood respectfully, secretly thinking about the future of the alliance and planning the inheritance of the country.

The king was born in blood and fire, and the confidant was hidden in power and shadow. The two stood opposite each other, like a painting of alternating light and shadow, silently engraved in the hall, writing the general trend of the world!