Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 559 - 273: The Long Road of a Father, Meetings and Farewells_3

Thinking of this, the King opened his eyes. He first grasped Olosh’s arm, affirming with a promise.

"Olosh, the fief needs you. You will be the Kingdom’s second honored nobility!"

Then, Xiulote firmly took hold of his father’s hands and asked sincerely.

"Father, do you have any other requests? I will listen to you..."

Hearing this, Xiuxoke’s eyes brightened. He clasped his son’s hands in return, advising earnestly.

"Xiulote, my son! You are my eldest and possess inherent wisdom, naturally mature... Ahem, you have three half-brothers and one sister. I know you didn’t play with them much since you were little and rarely communicated, not being close. But after all, you are a family!...

The great Predecessor Monarch Montezuma and the elders were brothers; the elders assisted the Predecessor Monarch for decades and also supported the Predecessor Monarch’s son. Your siblings can also assist you in the future!... Hmm, your youngest brother is only five years old and still needs to be nurtured by his mother at home. I’ll leave the other three to you. As the eldest brother, you can represent me and discipline them freely!..."

"Ah? Two brothers in their teens and a sister younger than ten, all left to me?"

Xiulote’s expression froze. After a moment, he looked at his father’s expectant eyes and nodded solemnly.

"Then leave it to me!..."

The topic then became lighter. They chatted about family matters and discussed arrangements for the Rivermouth County in the north.

"The population trade along the Lerma River has been completed. After the Guamal Canine Descendants plundered the Chapala Lake Region, a total of 20,000 young men and women, 10,000 children were traded. Most of them are Prepetcha people, with some Otomi as well. There are 20,000 people from the forest tribes originally longbow militia, all relocated from the Holy City. I’ve arranged these 50,000 people in various civilian settlements in Rivermouth County. There are still about 2,000 families of Holy City samurai... You need at least a hundred more priests..."

"The Alliance-supported Priesthood has arrived at Qinchongcan City; Prepetcha priests have also trained some. I will fill the northern priest gap as soon as possible."

Xiulote nodded affirmatively.

"Father, how many people do you estimate are now in Rivermouth County, and how many are able-bodied?"

"Based on estimates from various settlements, there are about fifteen thousand people, roughly thirty thousand able-bodied. The north now only has Holy City Legion samurai and Prepetcha militia. There are Otomi and Canine Descendants in the north, remnants of the Tarascan soldiers in the west; it’s best to send another squad of the Legion here for defense. Olosh is familiar with the northern situation, after I leave, he can take charge of Rivermouth County."

"Good. I will soon revise the deployment of legions across the territories and reallocate their stations."

Xiulote reflected for a while, then added.

"The Capital Region is of the utmost importance. I trust Olosh the most, so he will stay in Qinchongcan City, responsible for the military command of the core Lake Region at Patzcuaro. I will hand over Rivermouth County in the north to the Monkey Kuluka, and also have him take half of the Spearmen Legion. Holy City samurai will be enfeoffed on site in the north. As for the south, Zicao County, I have already dispatched the veteran Etalik to operate there, preparing for subsequent actions. He is experienced in dealing with nobility. That way, when I lead the troops southward..."

Hearing this, Xiuxoke nodded affirmatively.

"Your thoughts are indeed thorough!... However, my son, you probably need to address the problem in the north first. Before I came, Otapan City had sent an envoy. They said the Chichimeca Canine Descendants from the northeast were preparing to head south in large numbers, hoping you could support a legion to fight together in the north... The old Priest also had a private message, saying there was a matter concerning both tribes that needed discussion. Please make time to go north and meet with him, no matter what," he declared.

"Canine Descendants heading south, requesting support for a legion? The old Priest has a matter to discuss with me in person?"

Xiulote pondered for a moment and vaguely guessed something.

"Alright, I will send another envoy to communicate further!"

The conversation among the four continued throughout the night, planning the future of the kingdom and discussing the situation of the Alliance. From time to time, there were warm greetings. Not until the bright moon sank into the mountains in the west and the sun rose at the peaks in the east did they cease their talk.

Xiuxoke lay down in his son’s living quarters and soon fell into a peaceful sleep, snoring from exhaustion. Xiulote listened to his father’s snores, quietly staying by his side. He carefully observed his father’s resolute face, memorably imprinting it in his mind. Then, he reached out and gently plucked a prominent white hair. His father turned over, mumbled hazily, and continued to sleep deeply.

"This journey has truly tired father out... I should leave," he thought.

Xiulote smiled and shook his head, then silently turned and left the room. Behind him, unbeknownst to when, Xiuxoke turned over again, facing the direction his son had departed. A long while later, a soft sigh echoed in the stone house.

Parting is an eternal melody, and meeting is but a brief high note. When the sun was slightly setting, Xiuxoke, accompanied by a dozen trusted aides, prepared for the journey back north.

"... Father, I won’t say much else. Take care of yourself, and be careful on your journey!"

Xiulote gripped his father’s arm tightly and only after a long moment did he slowly let go. Then, he quietly gave a command to those behind him. The aides behind him then presented a few sets of brand-new bronze medium armor to the aides across from them.

"Such fine armor!"

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Xiuxoke touched the sturdy bronze plates beneath the cloth, admiring it with a compliment. Then, he handed the armor to his aide with a gentle smile.

"Son, don’t worry! Father is off to enjoy life in the Capital City; there won’t be much chance for battle anymore... I will speak to your grandfather about your greetings. And your letters, I will deliver them to Princess Alisa. Don’t worry, I won’t peek at them on the way."

Xiulote nodded firmly. He slightly lowered his eyes, concealing the faint moisture in them. Olosh stepped forward and finally sighed.

"Ah, Xiuxoke. After today’s farewell, who knows when I’ll see you again... I don’t have much to say. Just enjoy your life in the Capital City, sleep with a few more women, and give Xiulote a few more brothers and sisters!"

"... You too."

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

Xiuxoke laughed heartily, gave the two a strong hug, and then turned and left without looking back. Behind him, the warm sunset slowly descended, and the cool bright moon rose again. The road ahead was long and distant, all fading with time.