The next day was near noon and the ceremony was held as scheduled.

Ashayawutel was wearing only a leopard skin symbolizing bravery, and strode across the street under the protection of several gorgeously-clad guards of honor. The streets were covered with nobles. Every time he walked through a section of the street, a noble representative Ashayawutel would offer new clothes. Gradually, Ashayawutel put on a crown on his head, put on a feather ornament, and put on a brocade robe. By the time he came to the pyramid, he had transformed from a warrior wearing leopard skin into a gorgeously-clad royal family...

The last piece of clothing was a green robe symbolizing the identity of Tratoani. An elder held a robe and waited for Asiaya Utel to climb up at the top of the pyramid.

"Ashaya Utel, you finally came here through all kinds of trials. We admire your force, you used it to seize the enemy's weapons; we envy your intelligence, which helps you return from the enemy's army; we praise your loyalty, because you have withstood the temptation of the enemy's beauty. With the unanimous agreement of the Presbyterian, you will be another Tratoani after Tessosomok."

These words would make Ashaya Utel feel a little ashamed. Because he actually did not seize the enemy's weapons, nor was he tempted by the enemy's beauty, and was specially released by the enemy when he came back. But when he thought that he was inheriting the unfinished cause of Tesosomok and protecting Trakopan from the rebels, his heart became calm.

"You are now only to be the true Tratoani. But as usual, I will preach you on behalf of the Presbyterians."

Ashaya Utel only felt irritable, so he was crowned as soon as he was crowned, but he had to give him a reprimand. But this was a necessary ceremony, so he could only calm down and listen.

"Becoming Tratoani means you will become the supreme commander of the army and the supreme priest of religion. Every decision you make will affect everyone in the city-state. You can die alone, deprive others of their property, or declare war. If you decide to collect high taxes, people will have to pay as much. When disaster occurs, you can open the granary to provide food to people, or order more people to please the gods; no one can restrain you anymore, but don't forget who brought you a crown today, who puts you in feathers, and who puts you on brocade robes. You are just a mediocre warrior in leopard skin. Only with the recognition of everyone can you get here..."

The elder talked endlessly. Asiaya Utel wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. He looked at the sky. The sun was getting higher and higher. I am afraid that the ceremony would not end before it rose to the middle of the sky. Because it was too boring, he began to think about his actions after becoming Tratoani. He definitely could not fight against the rebels. He had tried it himself. It was a way to seek death. In order to avoid their attacks, he had to think of a way to secretly give a recipe for incense. It was impossible to replace the Sun King. If the city-state wanted to send troops, he would definitely think of various ways to shirk it. But as long as he could protect Tratoan, the people of the city-state should not have much complaints. After that, just be a Tratoani peacefully, enjoy the peace and spend the rest of his life.

In a daze, he heard a little noise below. At first, no one cared. But as time went on, the noise became louder and louder. Finally, the elder standing on the pyramid couldn't help it. He stopped the admonition and frowned and asked the guards: "Go down and see what happened?"

The guards ran away, and soon ran back, saying, "Elder, a few people forced themselves into our city-state and caused trouble!"

"Making trouble? Do you dare to make trouble at the coronation ceremony of Trakopanbang?" The elder's beard floated up angrily, "No matter who it is, deal with them as slaves!"

"It's from Tescobon!"

"No matter where the person is, even if we are from the Sun King, we have not invited him and come over without permission, and we have to drag him out to wait!"

After saying that, he looked at Asiaya Utel with unfulfilled satisfaction:

"There are actually many admonitions for young people. But it seems that now is not the time. When facing Tescoco, we need a powerful Tratoani to fight for our interests and glory. Come, let us complete the coronation."

He signaled Ashaya Utel to turn around and then pressed his green robe on him. The nobles and soldiers next to him applauded and cheered when they saw this scene.

"Blessed by the God of War of the Sun, since you have become Tratoani, you should have the strongest power."

Amid the applause, the elder waved his hand down:

"Now, let's hold a grand sacrifice ceremony for the new Tratoani!"

According to the plan, the slaves of the entire city-state will be pushed to the pyramids one after another and their hearts will be cut out one after another. The sacrifice will not stop until the magic of Ashaya Utel arrives in the second era.

However, the one who took over the slaves to the pyramid was the messenger of Tescoco who had been driven away before. Behind him, two strong men carried the cage covered in black cloth and walked upwards with a huff.

"Why are you again?" the elder asked angrily, "We have already told you that we don't need Tesco to assist in defense! Your current behavior is to trespass the city-state!"

"Our Tratoani said, Tenochtitlan, Tescoko, Tracopan, when any of our three states were crowned, the other two states would come to congratulate. This is the custom of the empire for hundreds of years. We don't want to be rude, so we come and give a gift."

The messenger's eyes slowly moved from the elder to Ashayawutel.

"You are Tratoani of Tracopan, are you?"

"You know I am Tratoani, you are so rude?" Asiaya Utel was successfully crowned and was imposing. "Come, pull them down and whip them one by one, and then send them back to Nesawar Koyotel!"

"Please accept this gift from us before accepting a hundred whips."

The messenger turned around and pulled the black cloth in the cage. What was surprising was that there was not a beast inside the cage, but a young boy.

It was Gan. At this moment, he sat in the cage with his eyes blank, tilting his head and motionless, as if he was stunned, and as if he was foolish.

"Don't underestimate him, this is a magician whose magic power has reached the second age. If you can use it for sacrifice, your Tratoani's magic level will definitely increase a lot. But-"

The messenger stared at Asiayawutel coldly and said:

"Tracopan's Tratoani is related to the safety of Tescopan. We need to confirm whether he is qualified to become Tratoani."

But a strong man carrying a cage took out a kettle and spilled the blood inside on Gan's body.

"It's time to eat," he said, "you'll be happy with the people here who you want to kill."
Chapter completed!