Nesavalcoyotel took out a jar from his arms, opened it, and took out a large piece of blood-red meat from it. He put the meat in his palm and stretched it towards the eagle. The eagle couldn't wait to take the meat into his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach a few times.

Sitralmina and others were stunned. You know, this eagle had never been fed by them.

Nesavalkoyotel sighed a few times, and after the white-browed eagle swallowed the flesh, he carefully combed its feathers.

"What kind of person is the 'Eagle'?"

He said to himself.

"Is a man who can support the huge funding of organizational activities covering the entire Aztland Empire."

"Is a person who knows all kinds of confidential information about the empire."

"Is someone who can build a warehouse of supplies in advance on your march routes across several countries."

"A person with such strength must have great interests in this empire. How could he stand on the same position as you conquered lower citizens, and how could he work together with you to destroy the Aztland Empire?"

"Even if he wants to make a little trouble in the empire, the reason would definitely not be to destroy the empire. It must be for the power in the empire - higher power. He must be under the Sun King, but he must have the power and strength that exceeds any city-state of Tratoani."

Nesavalcoyotel leisurely finished combing the eagle's feathers, loosened his hands, and put them in the sky.

The members of the "Rat" watched Nesavalkoyotel finish all this motionlessly like wooden men. It was not that they could not hear the meaning of Nesavalkoyotel's words, but they were unwilling to think about it, and they accidentally thought about it and did not want to accept it. Even if they accepted it, they did not know what action to take-

"Let's end this mystery. The founder of the 'Rat' is either someone else, or me, Nesawar Koyotel."

Nesavalkoyotel glanced at the people in front of him, and greedily sought the despair that emerged from their faces at that moment. Then, as if to break the feeling of despair, he laughed:

"Your work is done well. Tenochtitlan is ruined. Soon after, Tescobon will replace Tenochtitlan to become the capital of the empire. Don't worry, as the boss, I will reward you."

But after a pause, he shook his head again:

"But, what should I reward? After all, what kind of reward can you bear? Master Quilakiri, I have to give face. As for the remaining ones - you are too dangerous and are not good for the existence of the Aztland Empire, so you must die. Even if I reward you, you cannot enjoy it. Ah, if you have it, how about it-"

He laughed loudly:

"How about I give you these extremely humble rats with death with dignity that only noble warriors can enjoy?"

“…You are lying.”

Sitramina said in a trembling voice. She first lowered her head, then raised it almost to collapse, and shouted:

"If you are the 'eagle', then why do you provide us with supplies along the way? Without your food and grass, the team will disperse immediately. Why do you still have to do this here? You are not the 'eagle', you killed the 'eagle', and now come to deceive us, right?"

"Cute person, you made me want to play with you for a while." Nesavalcoyoter looked at Sitramina with interest, "You must believe that I am the 'eagle'. As for me providing food and grass, there are three reasons."

He raised three fingers in front of everyone.

"The first point is simple. You have no food and grass to disperse, which does not mean the disappearance of the faction against Aztland. Instead of letting it accumulate in silence to a level of danger that I cannot control, it is better to help you and let you stand in front of me now."

"The second point is that I cannot predict how big the response of the states will be, how many elite forces will be used, and how many shares of food and grass will be prepared. If the food and grass you prepared by yourself are enough to ambush me here, it will be very troublesome. But at least one thing I can be sure of is that no city-state will provide luxury goods such as tobacco and alcohol to the marching army. As long as I provide it, it will definitely have a great impact on you."

"I understand that as long as people in this world have never had wealth, they can face ten or twenty years of poverty and poverty with peace of mind; but once they have it, they can't stand even a day of poverty. Let you enjoy a few days of sweet life and then remove these from your side - no matter how powerful you have organized a team, such means will be enough to destroy your fighting will."

He looked at the iron armor on Sitralmina and others with some meaning.

"Even if you have equipped the best weapons, it cannot be compensated - but judging from your current performance, I may be killing the chicken with a slaughter."

"Of course, there is the third most important point."

Nesawar Koyotel's laughter suddenly became very presumptuous.

"If you don't gather to oppose me, where will I get the tribute sacrificed to the Sun God of War? How can I break through the first era and take off the 'crown'?"

"Tratoani." Chief Leopard Warrior shouted from one side, "Can we do it now?"

"No, give me another chance." Nessaval Koyotel shook his head, "I am a disciple of Master Quilacir, and you can leave here now. He has cultivated so many disciples who want to resist Aztlan, and I don't know where Aztlan offended him. After the matter is over, I will prepare gifts to visit him and apologize to him."

"Don't listen to his bewitchment!" Someone roared, "The master has already made a fortune, and the victory is in our hands!"

Nesawar Koyotel fiddled with the flowers in his hand.

"I really don't want to offend Master Quilakiri. Can't you leave here obediently, so as not to make things difficult for me?"

——"…It appears immediately before my eyes, Eligos!"

Suddenly, the call came from the scene made Sitramina and others happy. But a medium-sized magic circle expanded with one of them as the center, covering the position where Nessaval Koyotel stood. The earth in the magic circle turned into a floating pool of blood in an instant. A giant wrapped in poisonous snakes burst out of the pool of blood in blood and made a battle cry at Nessaval Koyotel.

"It's not the only one who can use magic without pre-drawing the magic circle. Smart people will always hide their strength." The person who casts the magic looked ahead with fighting spirit, "Nezaval Kojotel, you are too addicted to your boring explanation. While you are talking nonsense, I have secretly recited all the spells! Eligos has twice as much strength as you, feel pain and despair!"

"Yeah?"

Nesavalkoyotel smiled and twisted his hand and shook the three petals off. The three flowers turned into three huge fireballs as before. After a violent collision, the giant fell down staggeringly, the magic circle disappeared, and the earth turned back to the boring appearance of soil covered with rocks and wild grass covered with soil.

"You're right, smart people will always hide their strength."
Chapter completed!