Bjorn pulled off his cap and showed his young and handsome face and red hair. His face was tattooed with colorful battle patterns unique to high-level warriors, and golden gold jewelry could be seen on his exposed wrists, which obviously had a good status in Aztland.

Akumistri didn't know him. So Bjorn turned his head and smiled at Akumistri: "I am a nobleman of Askapocharcob. In this name, I should be able to buy a few copies of those 'iron tools', right?"

Akumistri was overjoyed: "Will Askapocharcobon come forward to help? That's great. I wonder how I should thank you?"

"There is no need to thank me. Khakapiz is my friend. He has difficulties. Can I not help?" Bjorn smiled and stuffed the box full of cocoa beans harder into Khakapiz's hand. "Don't shirk it away, keep it, Khakapiz. I'm here this time, and I have something to ask you to help each other. Help each other. This is my friend, right?"

Khakapiz was stunned for a moment, then smiled and took the box over. While touching the box with love, he replied, "Okay... OK, as long as I don't have to come forward. Bjorn, what do you want me to help? Just say it!"

"I heard that decades ago, a strange ship appeared along the coast of the northern plains, not a canoe, but a warship that could carry more than twenty people and sails. Under the pressure exerted by Aztlan, the ship, along with the bones on the ship, was transferred to Tenochtitlan by the tribes on the plains. In Aztlan, it was called the 'Feedled Snake God', right?"

"Of course." Kwakupitz nodded repeatedly, "The Sun King imitated a batch. Tessomok used this batch of warships to cross the ocean to find the Feathered Snake God. You also went there together, didn't you?"

"I also heard that the person who was ordered to supervise the manufacturing ship was your father?"

"Yes. The best shipbuilders were under my father's hands. And our city-state also needed to generate some revenue."

"Then this rumor is probably true - the earliest batch of warships could not satisfy the Sun King due to quality issues, and failed to deliver the goods. They are still stored in Tratlor?"

"It's true. These warships are very difficult to destroy, and they have been hiding in the docks, and even the prototype ship that floated over the earliest was still there."

So Bjorn said: "Our city-state wants to buy this batch of warships. Let me see how the goods are first?"

Kwakapiz pondered for a while: "These warships have always been Aztlan's secrets..."

Bjorn smiled and said, "I went to war with Tessomok, and I have seen everything I should have seen. Even these warships may have floated from my hometown, and they still keep it secret from me?"

Akumistri was afraid that Kwapitz would disagree and messed up his business, and agreed on the side: "That's it. I wanted to destroy it. What's wrong with finding a buyer who is willing to buy and sell it? How can such a good business not be done?"

"We will pay for it," Bjorn added. "As long as these ships are still usable, we will buy them at the original price."

Kwakarpitz was convinced.

"Okay." He said, "but we have to change our clothes first to avoid being too conspicuous."

Kwakapiz mobilized three canoes, each of which could only ride two people. The three of them sat behind the three canoes, rowed by Kwakapiz's three confidants and sailed towards the center of the lake. Not long after, they saw a long dike that cut off the lake surface and blocked the canoe's way.

"No access ahead!" Several guards rushed over the dam and shouted, "Come and turn around!"

"Bastard! Don't you even recognize Lord Kwakapitz?" a confidant cursed below, "Hurry up and open the dam and let's go!"

The guards whispered for a while above, and soon after, a man who looked like an official ran to the top of the dam and shouted below: "Mr. Kwakar Pitz, sorry, these people are all newcomers who were just transferred not long ago, and don't know you!"

"Newcomer?" Khakupiz cursed, "This long embankment is the lifeline of two city-states, and has always been guarded by elite soldiers. How can he be assured to hand it over to the newcomer with confidence? He doesn't care about his Tenochtitlan, I also care about my Tratlore!"

Akumistri smiled knowingly and whispered to Bjorn on another canoe: "Although this long embankment is important, it is the most leisurely among all positions. Rich families often find ways to transfer family members here. These newcomers guard the embankment, and there may be many officials in the middle who have benefited."

"I don't care what you are doing here!" Khakapiz continued to curse, "Open the gate immediately, or I'll slap each of you!"

The official looked embarrassed: "Sir, there is a lot of water accumulated on the dam now. Now that the gate is opened, not only will you be flooded by the flood, but Tenochtitlan will also be flooded again!"

"It's not long before the flood, and water has accumulated again?" Kwakupiz shook his head helplessly, and cursed again, "It's all the blame for the Sun King. It's almost the new fire ceremony. What kind of war is there? It's postponed the new fire ceremony for so many days, so no disaster will happen every day!"

The road was blocked, so Bjorn and others could only find another way. They leaned on the shore, and Kwakapiz found a group of subordinates, carried the canoe and walked over the embankment for a long time, and then put the canoe into the water. The water level behind the embankment was indeed very high as the officials said. But this was not something Kwakapiz needed to care about. They rowed the canoe and drove towards the center of the lake for a while, and finally parked on an unattended sand dune in the middle of the lake.

There is a simple rainproof canopy on the island, with more than a dozen dilapidated ships placed inside.

"I don't know if these things can still be used," said Kwakapitz. "I've been putting them for a few years and they're almost rotten."

Bjorn left Khakapiz and Akumistri and looked around the ships for a while. He touched the skins of the ships one by one, and then knocked them with his hands to listen to the echoes of the wood. Finally, he stood up, nodded, and said, "Somewhat damaged, but it's still useful to repair them. I'll want these ships."

"To be honest, I still don't understand." Khakapiz shook his head, "Ascapocharco is located inland, at most, next to this Lake Tescoco. What's the use of these warships?"

"The new fire ceremony may not be successful. There are rumors that the fifth era will also be destroyed by floods, so it is always right to have a boat."

Bjorn surrounded him again and found a dismantled ship with a dead bone next to it.

Khakapiz explained: "This is the prototype ship we discovered at the beginning. We don't know the origin of the skeletons on it. Neither the tribes we discovered in the first place nor Aztlan dared to move around, so we kept it next to the ship."

Bjorn leaned over and found a silver nameplate hanging around the skeleton's neck. He looked at the text on it for a while. Then, he turned out an almost identical nameplate from his neck.

"What is this?" Akumistri asked curiously.

"In my hometown, men will be given a nameplate with their names written by their father when they become adults. This is something as precious as life. Once lost, it means losing all the honors of warriors, no different from slaves. For example, the piece on my neck has my name 'Bjorn' written on it."

"What about this nameplate?"

"Aresta. The hero king before my father."

As he said that, Bjorn glanced at Khakapiz with a strange expression: "There is only this skeleton on the ship?"

"Yes, there's never been one."

Bjorn didn't say much, but just took the nameplate from the skeleton's neck, put it into his pocket, and then stood up.

"Okay, as agreed, I will come forward to prepare those iron tools."
Chapter completed!