Chapter One Hundred Twenty-One: Waiting and Proposal
The setting sun, like blood, bathed the palace district in the colors of blood and fire, just like the royal power of the Mexica.
In the sunset, under the royal power, two Great Nobles walked in silence, step by step treading on their own shadows.
"Butcher, what do you think?" After a long silence, the royal noble Iskali finally spoke slowly. His expression was cold and meaningful.
"The end of the month is still early, no need to rush."
The noble Tepopolo smiled kindly, as light as a breeze. The two were already familiar with each other, addressing each other by nicknames.
"The line of Itzcoatl has long been assigned outside the city-states, yet there comes a day for a rise again!"
Iskali furrowed his brows. His emotions fluctuated, his voice filled with dissatisfaction.
"So what? After all, it's the bloodline close to the royal family. Today, it indeed appears mysteriously formidable."
Tepopolo smiled gently and patted his old friend on the shoulder.