"Papu Chieftain, the Mexica envoy has already rested."
The sunset had completely faded away, and the dark sky enveloped the seaside. A bonfire was lit in the large wooden house of the village, cooking two fresh sea fish and two hard old corns. In this era, eating calorie-deficient sea or river fish never meant abundance. And when the leader of an army can only eat fish to satiate hunger, it often means that the food in the army is running low.
"The Mexica envoy? Ha! This Forest Wolf guy, being the tribe chief of Eastern Totonac, once clamored for fighting the Mexica to the death for the glory of all gods! But now, after surrendering, he dons a Mexica war clothes and speaks of the Chief Divine's blessing, proud to serve the Mexica..."
The Papu Priest reached out, took an old corn from the clay pot, eating slowly with a hint of disdain on his face. Yet shortly after, thinking of his own situation, his expression restrained, and he couldn't help but sigh.
