Akumistri was lying on a luxurious chair, bright leopard skin wrapped around the surface of the chair, and soft cotton was placed underneath. The leopard scalp was biting on the back of the chair, looking like it was biting a chair, quite majestic. He held a cup of freshly ground chocolate drink in his hand, and grabbed a handful of chili powder in his right hand, rubbed it into the chocolate like a flower arrangement to further season the rich drink.

After a while, he took a sip of the drink in his cup and nodded, quite satisfied with the taste he had prepared.

"It's so quiet. Have those outsiders still appeared in the square these days?"

He lay on the chair and lazily asked his servant.

"Since that time he was expelled by Khakapitz, he hasn't appeared in the square," replied the servant who was wiping the furniture. "But the caravan still lives in the hotel in Tenochtitlan and has not left."

"Oh? Didn't leave like that?" Akumistri snorted disdainfully, "Are they setting up stalls outside the Torah Square?"

"I haven't heard of it. If you do that, Kwakapiz will definitely send someone to expel him. The stall fee in Torah Square is the main source of income for this down-and-out Tratoani. If he sets up stalls outside the square, wouldn't he be able to support his family? After all, he is a Tratoani. After all, there are hundreds of wives and daughters in total, right?"

"That's right. But there are two mistakes in your words." Akumistri raised two fingers, "First, although he is nominally Tratoani, he can only manage the square, but he can't afford to support so many wives and daughters. Second, his main source of income is not the Plaza of Law, but this-"

As he said that, he took out a purse and threw it to the servant.

"After cleaning the supplies, I will visit Khakapiz and give him these things as a thank you for helping us."

Looking at the bulging purse on the ground, the servant muttered, "Sir, have you given the thank you gift once, why did you give him money again? You don't need to sell your goods in the Torah Square. There is no need to bring the dwarf closer like this, right?"

Akumistri laughed: "What do you know? The power to decide which goods cannot enter the market is much more expensive than the power to charge stall rental fees. The latter can only make a little money, while the former can control the entire trade chain!"

The servant responded in a vague sense of understanding and put away his purse. At the same time, a shout came from outside the house: "Sir, the guest of Chiotibon is here."

"Happy, business is coming." Akumistri stood up happily, shaking his sleeves, "Come on, let's grind a few more cups of chocolate!"

Several dark-skinned lean warriors walked in from outside the door. Akumistri opened his arms eagerly: "Welcome! This is the first time I have seen people from Chiotti. After all, it is the New Fire Ceremony. Even the southernmost city-state of the empire has come from thousands of miles away. Are you tired? Come and try the hot chocolate I have prepared for you!"

The lean warriors all shook their heads: "There is no need for chocolate. We didn't plan to participate in the new fire ceremony. We just needed to buy a batch of weapons this time, so we arrived."

"Ah, yes, Chiotie is located on the frontier, and there must be a lot of demand for weapons." Akumistri laughed, "No hurry, drink chocolate first, and then I will take you to the Plaza de Torah to pick up weapons."

But one of the warriors said, "Akumistri, we rarely come to Tenochtitlan, but you still know what you are doing. You won't go to the Plaza de Torah. The weapons that can be sold there are certainly not good products. The best weapons in Aztlan will be sent to Tenochtitlan, and the best weapons in Tenochtitlan are all here, aren't they?"

"Where is it, it's just that it's more famous and has a wider sales range. No matter who creates excellent weapons, it will be given priority to me." Akumistri smiled and rubbed his hands. "I wonder if you want to buy obsidian weapons this time or ordinary stone weapons? Do you want the highest quality to be used as instruments for the nobles, or can the quality be slightly lower and equipped for the troops?"

The warriors looked at each other, and one of them asked tentatively: "Do you have 'iron tools' here?"

"Iron?"

Akumistri's smile suddenly solidified, and his face gradually turned from red to black. However, he finally squeezed out a smile and asked:

"What is that? I never seem to have heard of it."

"Don't you really have it here?" The warrior turned his body and showed Akumistri's five large wooden boxes piled in the yard. "We are not short of money. The cocoa beans in it were specially prepared by our city-state to buy iron tools."

"I really haven't heard of any iron tools." Akumistri forced a smile, "It's very novel, but novel things may not be good things. You should take a look at my obsidian sawing sword..."

"Okay, it seems we've found the wrong place and say goodbye."

The warriors turned around and asked the pack husband to carry the boxes of cocoa beans out of the door in front of Akumistri.

Akumistri's body was stiff in place, and the heartache of losing five boxes of cocoa beans gradually changed his face from black to cyan.

"Bah, a group of foreigners who don't know anything."

Before he finished speaking, several more people broke in. Akumistri recognized at a glance that he was the royal merchant in Nicaragua. Nicaragua produces a lot of gold. They directed the pack husband to put ten boxes of gold jewelry on the ground, making Akumistri's face suddenly become as brilliant as gold:

"Welcome, you can also come to see Obsidian..."

"We are entrusted by the city-state and come to bring in a batch of weapons." The merchant interrupted Akumistri's words, "The gold you see is only a part of it. All the gold in the Nicaragua market is now being shipped to Tenochtitlan. How many 'iron tools' do you have? Sell them all, and don't give them one to anyone!"

"What... what is iron?" Akumistriqiang smiled, "I don't seem to have heard of it."

"Have you heard of it?" The merchant put his head in front of Akumistri, "We have heard that the iron-selling caravan is coming to Tenochtitlan. Akumistri, can you not buy those weapons at a low price and drive them out of the Plaza de Law?"

"Nothing is wrong. I have always advocated fair trade, and everyone makes money..."

"Forget it, let's go to other places to look for it!"

The merchant waved his hand and the delivery man moved the ten boxes of gold out of the yard.

Akumistri felt a little weak and had to find a pillar to support him.

"The gold of the entire city-state... These foreigners clearly forbidden them from setting up stalls. How did they spread their reputation?"

He felt a little difficult to stand and was about to return to the leopard-headed chair to sit. But before he could climb onto the chair, the third group of people broke in. Seeing the visitor, Akumistri's soft body suddenly bounced from the ground - this time the person who came was not a warrior or a merchant, but a military officer of the Sun King.
Chapter completed!