Chapter 120: Promises and Governance

Outside the window, it was already afternoon. The slanting sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dignitaries inside the room. Faced with things beyond their cognition, a range of true emotions finally emerged on their profound faces: there was surprise, contemplation, confusion, concern, and even fear. Xiulote, with his back to the sun's glare, looked like an angel envoy stepping out of a myth.

As they gazed at the mysterious smoke and the boy under the sunlight, everyone was momentarily stunned.

After a while, King Aweit was the first to speak, his interest piqued.

"Xiulote, this burning saltpeter, the soil's... saltpeter, it resembles the Tarasco's Stone of the Dead. How is it used?"

The young man smiled confidently.