The moist, long breeze from the mountains in the East swept over everyone on the boat, bringing with it the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, refreshing the spirits of all.
On the galleys, everyone was silent, watching the conversation between an old man and a young one. Xiulote pondered for a moment, lowered his head in sincere earnest, and saluted Cacamatzin once again.
"Chief Divine bless! Uncle Cacamatzin, I will follow your arrangements!"
"Haha, very good! Chief Divine bless!"
Cacamatzin laughed heartily, his laughter filled with appreciation. Then, he took Xiulote's hand, and started chatting about family matters and occasionally inquired about the kingdom's situation.
Xiulote answered openly, sharing his experiences in wars in the south and the north and his feelings about governing the kingdom. Both men had their own thoughts, yet they were incredibly sincere, and amidst their hearty laughter, there was great joy.
