"What? Let the Priest Leader Petl dance in the tent to congratulate the King and the generals?"
Upon hearing the King's words, the large tent instantly fell silent. The clear campfire flickered within the tent, illuminating the contours of everyone's faces, sketching out contrasting expressions.
Aweit smiled faintly, looking towards the Priest Leader from Cholula. In the eyes of the generals, some were surprised, some playful, some full of pride, and very few just calmly scrutinizing.
"This!"
Upon hearing this, Priest Leader Petl's eyes widened, a surge of anger rising within him.
Instinctively, he grasped the valuable Turquoise Necklace around his neck, feeling the warmth of the Divine Object, suppressing the intense emotions raging inside. He is the leader of the Holy City, high on the Throne of the Gods, for thirty years. Throughout, which Divine Descendant Nobility of the city-states or Elder Priest of the tribes dared to be disrespectful towards him?!
"Hmm?"
