Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1709 - 1219: Three Old Men’s Jokes

The setting sun hung low, and the evening breeze blew warmly. The square-headed, square-tailed flat-bottomed large ship sailed downwind, moving swiftly. In less than half an hour, it reached the southern shore of Atoyac Lake. The large ship was already approaching the estuary of the Tarsas River. A sturdy old man stood by the stern, took a deep breath, and with his burly old arms, forcefully adjusted the rudder.

"Everyone stand firm! Turning around!..."

"Ah? What!… Bodhisattva!…"

Seeing the ship's bow turning rapidly and feeling the significant tilt almost knocking people over, the old man holding the gold talisman was indeed taken aback. He quickly bent his steps, grabbed a rope, hurriedly wrapped the gold talisman around his arm and secured it. Only then did he hastily adjust the sails with both hands, reducing the angle against the wind, slowing down the ship's tilt.

"Chief Divine! This Old Woody! That Old Jin!…"

The crouching old man also hurried to his feet, spat out the grass stem in his mouth, cursed softly twice, and hastily helped to adjust the sails together. Only when the bow had turned a full 180 degrees and the ship steadied, slanting into the wind, did the two simultaneously let out a long sigh.

"Whew! Adjusting the rudder is quite laborious. Even at Cedar Sir's age, to have such strength, truly like a Diamond Arhat!…"

Gold Shipwright Kim Sun-su unwound the rope, gripping the gold talisman tightly in his palm. Although he was only forty, years of hard labor and harsh weather had already etched his face with wrinkles, making him look like an old man in his fifties or sixties. In fact, during this era in Korea and Wa Country, the lower classes lived in poverty and hardship, with commoners typically living to about forty or fifty years, so forty was already considered old.

"Chief Divine as witness! Sir Cedar, in this lifetime, I've never seen a manor lord as robust as you. However, steering on the ship should not be done so hastily!…"

Facing the steering Cedar Shaman, Gold Shipwright first praised loudly, then lowered his voice, murmuring softly as a reminder to the "sir" steering the ship. After speaking, he hurriedly glanced at the smiling Cedar Old Shaman, raising a smile on his own face.

"Old Jin, you rascal! How could you be so obsessed with gold that you won't let go even when the ship's about to capsize? And you tied the gold to your arm first thing! If the ship really capsizes, and you can't untie the ropes, you'll end up drowning!…"

Old Militia Chiwaco raised his brows, his old face stern, first scolding the "miser" Gold Shipwright. But Gold Shipwright simply accompanied with a smile, clutching the gold talisman tightly, unwilling to let go in the slightest even when maneuvering the sail with one hand. Seeing this, Chiwaco shook his head helplessly, then glared at Cedar Shaman at the stern, and shouted angrily.

"Cedar, you reckless Old Woody! Can you slow down when steering? This long sail ship's turning is much more tilted than an oar-sail ship; there's the big sail catching the strong wind, and it can easily capsize if you're not careful! If we capsize, our old bones falling into the cold Great Lake, far from the shore, we're sure to be worn out and die!"

"Ha! Old Corn, I've got it under control! Rest assured, even though the ship looks wobbly, it's actually very stable, even more so than an oar-sail ship, and it won't capsize!…"

"Under control, my foot! You messed with the sails earlier, tangling the ropes together, almost causing us to crash into the shore…"

"It's the first time trying to learn, it's no big deal! The ship's flat-bottomed, it's quite fun. Even if it grounds, it wouldn't matter much…"

"Ha?!"

Old Militia Chiwaco wouldn't indulge Cedar Shaman, especially when it came to navigation safety. He stormed over to the "Old Woody," snatched the old shaman's scepter with a "whoosh" and swung it twice with a "swoosh." Mind you, this "big stick" was made of solid cedar wood, and it was indeed heavy!

"Old Woody, if you keep messing around on the ship, I'll throw your pine stick into the lake, and you'll have to dive in to fetch it!…"

"Haha! Old Corn, there aren't even any waves in this Great Lake, and the breeze is warm, swimming is quite enjoyable! Not to mention fetching a stick, even if the ship capsizes, and I have to fetch the two of you… I can grab each of you with one hand, swim two miles with my legs, and take you both ashore!…"

Cedar Shaman laughed heartily, disregarding Old Chiwaco's threat. Speaking of which, having endured fifty-six winters, he was seven or eight years older than Chiwaco. Yet, among these three "old men," he was the sturdiest one. Chiwaco came next; although not robust, he was very agile. And the youngest Gold Shipwright was the weakest.

After all, Cedar was a tribes shaman on the Northern Continent! If he wasn't strong enough, how could he gain the respect of various hunting tribes?

"What? Holding a person in each hand, swimming several miles in the lake? Hear that, is that something a human can do? Old Woody, you're posturing like an owl puffing up, making yourself out to be a big turkey! If you truly have this skill, you might as well teach the priests to swim at the Divine Might University in the Capital City. Teaching some tribe's language is like an old turtle climbing a tree, a real injustice to you!…"

"Uh… cough cough!… What owl turkey? What old turtle swimming? Truly, sea lions and seals swim by the sea!… Moreover, Old Chiwaco, I'm not teaching foreign languages! I'm the Fourth Level Grand Priest of the Divine Might University Navigation College, responsible for teaching the customs and traditions of various Northern tribes… Among the numerous tribes on the Northern Continent, there are in fact many unwritten rules and agreements for interaction, all the enlightenment of the Great Spirit!… Hmm, may the Chief Divine bless us!…"