Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1682 - 1199: Evil Demonic Craftsmanship, The Saltpeter Fields of the Renaissance_2

"Pa!…Stop the nonsense!…"

With a blank expression, Red-haired Cha Bo pulled out a rattan stick and swung it fiercely into the air with a "sonic howl." Alana immediately shivered all over, obvious tension showing on his face. He stammered, trying hard to use his hands to gesticulate, but his ability to express himself was very limited. When Cha Bo raised the rattan stick again, Ah Gou Chachu hurriedly stepped forward to help with gesturing and drawing.

"As the Almighty witnesses! The first thing about that 'pile of saltpeter' is to choose the right soil and location! The best soil is rich in saltpetre, not too salty in taste. The best place is dry but not damp, it must not be rained on too much. Of course, you can also build a shelter, or simply do it in a cave…"

"Alana said that when he used to pile saltpeter, it was on the estate in Catalonia, such a clear and less rainy homeland!… Jorder! Alana, stop the nonsense! The lords are waiting!… Ahem! He said the best saltpeter field is warm, usually clear and dry, with occasional rain or moisture!"

"To maintain warmth, put lime in the pit and sprinkle some water to heat it…there needs to be sunlight for more saltpeter production… If there's no rain, every week or so, you have to sprinkle a little water, just enough to moisten the ground, not too much. Oh, actually, pouring urine works best… If there's too much rain, you'll have to put up a shed! Because if it rains all the time, the saltpetre is gone… The ground must also be a bit higher, if water comes in and accumulates, then the saltpetre will be gone again!… Piling saltpetre requires careful attention, the most feared thing is too much water, it's not that simple, it must be done by someone who understands…"

"If everything goes smoothly, after piling for ten months, the saltpeter field will be ready! Only when you see the white fuzz seeping out of the soil, and it's both salty and spicy to taste, can you start harvesting saltpetre! Oh, the best saltpetre is especially spicy! And once the saltpeter field is established, it can produce saltpetre yearly, and a lot of it, keeping the firearms firing nonstop… so, damn it, Alana is truly an important talent, he must not be killed!... Damn it! Stop the nonsense, stop the nonsense!…"

In the blacksmith's yard, Carlo's "dinging" was heard as he hammered the dagger, while Chachu "smacked" Alana's face, and Alana pleaded for mercy. All three cautiously watched Cha Bo's rattan stick, and more so the expressionless, suppressing his internal joy, High Priest Tomate. After a while, High Priest Tomate seemingly calmly nodded and instructed Ah Gou Chachu.

"May the Chief Divine protect! Ah Gou, is it? Stop beating him, if he can make saltpeter, he truly is a talent…"

"Yes, and you, is your name Al?…"

"Ah! Respect…respected Cipangu bishop, I am Alana, a knight's retainer from Catalonia… I wish… to pledge allegiance to you, to make saltpeter for you!…"

"Hmm… Al, I'll give you ten Taíno strong men, allowing you to collect the urine and feces of the entire town, and build a so-called 'saltpeter field' in the southeastern hills of the town…"

"Uh? What's the bishop saying? Did he agree? Will he not kill me?…Ah, thanks to the lord!…"

"As the Chief Divine witnesses! I'll give you ten months to grow saltpetre in the field. After ten months, I want to see results…"

High Priest Tomate's expression turned from a smile to indifference, exerting manipulative pressure.

"Al, if you fail, do not produce, or deceive the Chief Divine… then in ten months, in the temple, I'll personally sacrifice you to the deity!…"

"The Shaman says, if you don't grow saltpeter… it's snap snap snap snap snap!…"

Red-haired Cha Bo had a cold face, drawing a small figure in the mud with the rattan stick. Then, with five quick swipes of the rattan stick, accompanied by the threats in his mouth, the small figure instantly turned into six pieces, the head and four limbs completely separated. Finally, he pointed to the mudstick figure, then to the terrified Alana.

"If you don't do it well, this will be your outcome! Understood?…"

"Ah! I'll definitely do it well, pile saltpeter well…"

Alana nervously swallowed, unable to stop glancing at the mud stick figure. Although he didn't quite understand, he inexplicably felt a terrifying threat, like it wasn't just a simple doodle, but a real indication of death!

"Merciful Almighty! What does this mud drawing mean?…"

"Hmm? Can't you understand? This is sacrifice!… Forget it, no need to explain to you. Soon enough, you'll see it for yourself! Hehe!…"

Red-haired Cha Bo chuckled, a smile full of indifferent killing intent. Then, he leaned down in front of High Priest Tomate, reporting.

"Respected Tomato Shaman, among the captives with skills I selected, there are seven!... "

"Very good! Except for that evil demon chieftain who surrendered, the main divine festival at the end of the month will have exactly ten sacrifices! Ten unprecedented white-skinned demons, the Chief Divine will surely be pleased!…"

High Priest Tomate nodded satisfactorily, beckoning to Goldsmith Carlo, who was carefully standing nearby with a newly forged dagger in hand. Carlo trotted over eagerly, lifting the iron dagger high.

"Respected bishop! Your dagger is ready!…"

"Not bad! Certainly a skilled blacksmith!…"

High Priest Tomate inspected the dagger's blade, then looked at the furnace, forge, and various tools in the courtyard. Finally, he smiled kindly for the first time, patting Carlo on the shoulder, instructing Cha Bo.

"As the Chief Divine witnesses! Cha Bo, let this blacksmith settle in the town, grant him a larger courtyard, let him marry quickly, and settle down!…"

"Yes! Shaman!"

"Also, take two or three pounds of silver ore from the Kingdom Longship's ballast, to reward him! These overseas white-skinned tribes love useless gold and silver!…"

"Yes!…"

"Oh! Truly a sharp and good blade!…"

High Priest Tomate raised the dagger, looking at the blade's cold glint under the noon sun with a smile. Then, with a gentle expression, he spoke to Carlo, who, not understanding the Mexica Language, was confused.

"Praise the Chief Divine! At the main divine festival at the end of the month, I'll use the dagger you crafted!… To personally sacrifice the most precious prize, that evil demon priest, to the Chief Divine!… And you, as a meritorious assistant, will share in the most sacred blood wine!…"

"Ah? To drink? Wine?… Is this… praising me?…"

Goldsmith Carlo was momentarily stunned, quickly forcing a respectful smile, kneeling again to salute.

"Yes! Bishop! Praise the Almighty of Vizilopo, I'm willing to serve you, to forge the fastest blade for you!"

"Good! After drinking the blood wine, you'll become a truly reliable believer! Haha!…"