"Hmm... my method..."
Upon hearing Priest Tomate ask solemnly, the old Militia Chiwaco pondered in silence. He knew that whether he could truly convince everyone and initiate peaceful exchanges between the Kingdom and the various Taíno divisions depended on his upcoming suggestion.
The old Militia troubledly scratched his head and pulled out a tuft of hair. He looked at the nearby palm tree, adorned with the bright and beautiful colorful Cuba snails. At the base of the tree crawled a large group of ants, and an idea suddenly struck the old Militia, prompting him to speak thoughtfully.
"Witness, Chief Divine! Back when I was in my homeland by the lake, I once saw ants coexisting with aphids!"
"Hmm? Ants and aphids living together?"
Upon hearing, Priest Tomate was momentarily stunned. He listened thoughtfully to the old Militia's explanation.