The chilly wind blew, causing the flowers and plants in the courtyard to tremble in the cold. The warrior's hanging feathers swayed silently, rendering the scene solemnly lethal.
Tikalo looked up at Xiulote's suddenly imposing back, feeling fear in his heart for the first time. He struggled in vain in the hands of the samurais, desperately shouting aloud.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Spare me! I am the close friend of the Head Warrior Olosh, and have been sincere to you since we first met two years ago! The War God is my witness!"
Listening to the Mayan merchant's pleas for mercy and the oaths to the War God, Xiulote slightly frowned. The other party was spouting nonsense, yet his psychological defenses remained solid.
He put away his smile and turned around expressionlessly, watching the merchant coldly.
