Chapter 1372: Chapter 1372

"Cough! Your Majesty, I only took a glance... The name on the dagger is indeed yours, and it’s ’Xiulote,’ not ’Xiulotel’..."

"Moreover, the ’ten years’ mentioned was personally spoken by Chieftain Alan... Judging by her age, she must be around Your Majesty’s age... Ten years ago, she surely was just a little girl..."

Seeing the king’s reaction, MeKate’s brows twitched, and his mouth corners twitched. His arm was pinched to the point of pain, but what was more alarming was his inner turmoil. It seemed as if he really had stumbled upon something significant. Would he be silenced?...

"Oh Chief Divine! Your Majesty and that Chieftain Alan have the same reaction... Ah! Captain Chiwaco saw it clearly!... A male and female leopard, either biting or roaring... Surely there’s something clandestine... oh, a hidden truth!"

"My name... three characters? ... The little girl from ten years ago... Me, from ten years ago..."

Xiulote stood where he was, his head dizzy, perhaps from indulging in too much drink tonight... His face was a mix of shock, confusion, and uncontrollable reminiscing... He recalled his first capture ten years ago, when he first left the Butterfly Palace of the Holy City.

He remembered his first journey away, his first kill, his first saving of a delicate little girl... It was as if he saw once more his former self, innocent, kind, lost, and curious...

And how old was he then? Twelve? Or thirteen? His emotions fluctuated, feeling lost and uneasy, like a mature yet naive child knowing countless secrets he shouldn’t... He had once resisted reality alone, carving a name no one could understand on the dagger, until forced to leave the Butterfly Palace, stepping into the boundless wilderness of the jungle...

"That day, I saved that little girl, put down the dagger I carried since childhood, and also put down the softness in my heart! ... And she took my dagger into the jungle, to the distant north... I thought she would be eaten by wolves, starve to death, disappear silently in the endless mountain forest, just like countless others... taking the softness of my childhood, disappearing forever..."

"Yet! She is still alive! She still has my dagger!... Oh Chief Divine! Ten long years have passed, and I can once again hear news of that little girl! I have become the king of the lake, she has become the chieftain of the Red Crow..."

"This is truly... Truly!... A wondrous destiny!"

At that moment, within Xiulote’s heart, a multitude of emotions surged. Surprise, relief, nostalgia, expectation... and a mysterious fate arising in the void. He couldn’t clearly express his feelings, only that he had an urgent desire to see his childhood dagger once more, to see that little girl once more.

"Chief Divine witness! I just want to take a look, one more look... and then ruffle her hair... like seeing a tree sapling I planted with my own hands... or unintentionally, something I personally nurtured... Cough! I just want to witness the past... Yes! Just like that!"

The chaotic thoughts flashed through the king’s mind. His drunken expression kept changing. Priest Mekate cautiously looked for a while before softly speaking.

"Your Majesty... Chief Divine witness! That Chieftain Alan is not only a rare beauty but also the daughter of the Great Chief Amoxtli of the Red Crow. It seems she’s being groomed as an heir!"

"Hmm? She’s Amoxtli’s daughter? How is that possible? Her father died long ago..."

Upon hearing this, Xiulote furrowed his brows. Priest Mekate recalled for a moment before quickly explaining.

"Oh! Your Majesty, she’s Amoxtli’s adopted daughter, the small chieftain just below the Great Chief in the Red Crow Great Tribe!... Amoxtli’s wife and children all perished in the cold wave and migration. He’s not young anymore, and seemingly left with some hidden ailment through the harsh cold, preventing him from having more children... So, considering the current trend, if nothing unexpected occurs, it should be Chieftain Alan who succeeds in the Red Crow Tribe Alliance!"

"Chief Divine bless! So that’s how it is..."

Hearing this, Xiulote scratched his head, his eyes hazy from too much drink, and asked in confusion.

"The Canine Descendants on the wilderness have always revered strength! That little girl... Oh, Chieftain Alan... Can she really control the entire tribe alliance? Can she suppress the chieftains and warriors of various tribes?"

Priest Mekate awkwardly scratched his nose. He was too embarrassed to say that if it were a face-to-face duel, Chieftain Alan’s prowess might pin Your Majesty to the ground and capture him right away...

"Cough! Your Majesty... Chieftain Alan is famous for her archery and has led thousands or even tens of thousands of Canine Descendants to the north to wage war on the wilderness and prairies... Her gaze is as sharp as an eagle’s, seeming to see through people’s hearts. She’s an extremely formidable character!"

"Oh! So she’s of the eagle sort... Hmm... Eagles are good!... Ruffle the head, call ’yuyu’... Haha!"

Xiulote rubbed his forehead in distress, seeming as though he drank too much wine, his thoughts running wildly. Priest Mekate, observing closely, carefully suggested.

"Chief Divine bless! Your Majesty! Since you and Chieftain Alan have known each other since childhood... perhaps the Red Crow Great Tribe to the northeast of the world could be taken in without conquest... Chieftain Alan has been leading troops in battle and hasn’t yet married... If the kingdom’s might is asserted, you merely need to send an envoy to pressure the Great Chief Amoxtli, demanding Chieftain Alan as your concubine!... Then, as long as a strong child is born, the Red Crow Great Tribe could be inherited..."

"Chief Divine witness! Haha! Mekate, you don’t understand the wilderness law! Their traditions are different from the highland tribes!"

Hearing the "serious matter" from Mekate, Xiulote laughed heartily, coming back to himself from his reverie. Shaking his head drunkenly, he explained.

"Ah, the various tribes of the wilderness, even when gathered into an alliance and settled, still maintain the traditions of the wilderness! As the leader of the tribe alliance, Amoxtli must be a warrior to be revered! Haha! If he didn’t battle the kingdom, only to give up his heir... I’m afraid his position as the Great Chief would be in danger immediately!"

"And the inheritance among the tribes doesn’t place emphasis on bloodline! Just like Amoxtli adopting Alan to pass on the position of Great Chief... This position is all about demonstrating formidable strength and outstanding war achievements!... How could a Great Chief of the wilderness appear weak and powerless? Amoxtli is such, and so is Alan!"

"Therefore! Before the kingdom’s irresistible might truly reaches the northeast of the world, the Red Crow Tribe Alliance cannot be submissively tamed! This is the will of the wilderness tribes, unchangeable by any chieftain. Only when we extend our hand and give them a good beating will the wolves of the wilderness submit, either running far away or crawling at our feet... And by that time... Haha!"

Thinking of this, Xiulote stared ahead, licking his dry lips, as the waves of drunkenness surged. He really drank too much tonight, unable to stop his mind from wandering... Ruffle the head, stroke the obedient eagle... Uh, wouldn’t it be taller than me? Oh, never mind, there are other ways...

"Haha! Come! Mekate, let’s drink another cup together!... The flowers bloom again, but people don’t get to be young again... Once the yellow crane leaves, it won’t return; the white clouds float emptily through the millennium... I yearn to ride the eagle back but fear that the jade palace is too cold at high altitudes!... Hmm! Something seems off..."

"Your Majesty! You’re drunk again, speaking divine words no one can understand..."

"Haha! Mekate, seeing you so cautious, it reminds me of the old days! Back then, I was held hostage in Tizoc’s huge camp, not knowing if I’d survive another dawn, constantly in fear... Thankfully, Aweit was there; he was shrewder than anyone..." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel✶fire.net

"Your Ma... jesty!... "

Xiulote laughed heartily while Mekate pleaded repeatedly, their lively chatter filling the great hall with rare relaxation and joy. Outside the hall, Guard Commander Ecatl stood by the door, glancing at the king drunkenly reciting poems, a trace of amused disbelief at his lips. He did not enter the hall...

"Chief Divine witness! About tonight’s matters... It’s better that I know nothing..."