Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1734 - 1240: Night Demon Descends, Utter Shock!

"Ancestral witness! Clan Leader, Uncle! Are you really letting the two nieces, Feather Swallow and Wing Swallow, serve that brat from the Crow family?!"

"... Or else? Would you go, Brother?"

"Uh! Uncle, I didn't mean that! It's just... it's just that the two nieces are really conceding too much!"

"Hmm... What? Brother, as the Clan Leader here, I haven't said anything about this, yet you're the one who can't let go? ..."

"Uncle! For the clan... The nieces... Alas!... I'm upset!..." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The night is murky, the river water rushes. A thin mist rises from the sea, and the village songs sound mournful as if between the clouds. The sparks of light correspond to the starry night of the sky, illuminating the desolate coast like fireflies that have flown to the ends of the world. Fireflies dance with starlight, night mist waves with the vast sea, slowly enveloping the not-so-large Xi River Village. And thousands from the Feather Clan gradually fall silent, leaving only a small squad of samurai that appear intermittently in the sea mist.

As the light and shadow of heaven and earth rotate with the sun and moon, human joys and sorrows intertwine in time. After a night of joy and anger, Brother Peng has been persuaded with much drink by Old Feather, while Little Crow Xite Weivei became dizzy and confused, held and carried into the bedroom by two feathered maidens.

Old Feather Pengguari, after arranging all this, staggered to the village wall, donned the feather crown of honorable nobility, wore the ceremonial dress with butterfly patterns, and gazed towards the homeland in the South. His nephew Brother Peng personally arranged the scouts for the night watch, then returned to find out where the two nieces had gone, chasing quickly to the village wall.

The two, one in front and one behind, beneath the starry night sky and on the ground of bonfires, stood silently in the rising sea mist for a long time.

"Ancestor! Clan Leader... Or else?..."

"Hmm?"

Nephew Brother Peng bit his teeth, glanced at his uncle standing in the shadows, couldn't help but speak first.

"Or else... we might as well keep the two nieces here! Little Crow is okay, in these few days, we can force him to marry the two nieces! Then let the two nieces stay in this village, saving them from migrating around with us, going hungry and full intermittently... And if they stay here, they can be extra communicators between the clan and Little Crow!..."

"Hmm... The idea's not bad, but it is still lacking!… Right now, it's not yet the time for them to stay."

"Ah? Uncle, not yet the time? Then when is it suitable? ... The clan plan is set to migrate north in two days, then contact with Little Crow will break off!…"

"Ha! When is it appropriate? I say, wait until Little Crow's son is born in the clan! When he has a fragile thread in his heart, that's the time."

"What? Three Gods! It's just one night, how can there be a son so quickly? Is Little Crow possessed by a breeding divine rabbit? Besides, even if the nieces get pregnant, it may not necessarily be a son!..."

"Ha! Brother, you're so simple?! Haha!..."

Hearing this inquiry, the deep and thoughtful Old Feather, who was simmering with poetic emotions, couldn't help but break his composure, laughing out loud. He chuckled at his brave nephew, shook his head gently, and sighed.

"You! You're so naïve... Little Crow, this guy, can't follow the clan, can't invite the wise Earth Mother Goddess to see through the whole truth... Wait for a year, let Feather Swallow and Wing Swallow carry two children of about the same age, saying they are Little Crow's kids, then let them cry out their hearts... This Little Crow, though cunning, hasn't honed to be as ruthless as a gray wolf, lacking much experience. By then, even if he doubts, even if he doesn't wholly believe, he'll surely have the concern and hope of having his own children!"

"Ancestral witness! As long as he has the care and hope of being a father, he falls into our hands! Encountering crucial matters, do not rush him to act; at first, he can't do it. Just let him tip off some news in advance or something minor at first... As he takes step by step forward, when the string of tipping falls into our hands... Haha! that'll be the time to pull him down! Then, Feather Swallow and Wing Swallow can hold the children and go to him!... And meanwhile, with this give and take over two years, the tribes will be deemed completely settled. By then, if the short-line of Little Crow isn't broken, it can become a long-line, and slowly start dealing with him..."

"Hmm... Take it slow! Nobody can fix the future, just proceed for now... We're all branches of the same ancestor, as uncle Feather, I've made a blood oath, I won't truly harm him, there's plenty of benefits for him!..."

"Ah this? This!... Uncle you?..."

The night curtain is deep, this bout of old Feather's cunning planning slowly reveals itself, deeply shocks Brother Peng, his voice trembling lightly.

He pondered carefully for a while, realizing that the young Little Crow is likely to fall into the trap. As long as Little Crow takes the first step of tipping off new information, given Uncle Feather's deceit, he might slowly and surely drag the other into a pit, tying them in loops directly to death! Just like the past few years, those Tekos Divine Descendants caught by Uncle Feather and discarded, blocking the army of Mexica...

"Hiss!... Uncle... Are you really my uncle?..."

"Hmm?"

"Why do I feel like you're the reincarnated old crow, a conniving fox, an old feather sprouting a snake... The older you get, the more cunning? ..."

"What? Ah, spit! ... Get out! ..."

Old Feather Pengguari's face twitched, once again breaking the composed, cunning demeanor. He turned to glare at his nephew, "pfft" at his face, exchanging for a dodging, embarrassed laugh. Once Feather regained his stance, he gazed deeply towards the horizon, looking at the deepest darkness before dawn, sighing once more.