"The Northern Continent's fief, preserving the divine descendants of Tlaxcala..."
The night wind blows warmly, a lamp flickers like a bean. The monarch and his minister sit opposite each other, Xiulote looking composed, MeKate appearing surprised. He pondered carefully for a while, then reported solemnly to the king.
"Your Majesty, offering such terms is undeniably generous, something Black Snake Teuctli would never have anticipated! However, there must still be a foundation of mutual trust between the kingdom and him... After all, once he leads the kingdom's army into the city, he would have no means of resistance. Given the kingdom's stance on Tlaxcala's divine descendants... He is bound to remain suspicious!..."
"Hmm... mutual trust..."
Xiulote stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, then smiled and asked.
"MeKate, do you have any ideas? I can bestow a jade talisman, issue a royal decree... Yet fear he still might not believe..."
