Geronimo looked as if he didn't understand what the person in front of him was talking about.
Being suddenly told this by this person, Tlaloc, who was planning to carry out the "Third Sun" himself, was a little confused for a moment.
"…What does it mean that the sun is different?"
"Because my sun is 'Sol', not your 'Apo'."
Geronimo's indifferent tone and inexplicable words made Tlaloc a little angry, but he didn't know what to do.
In the past, she might not have cared too much, but she held on to Favia's words, 'The reason why the sun is great is that it can illuminate even the tiniest dust particles,' and so she stubbornly came to the island of Cuba, where there was no Aztec faith, to save people.
Therefore, Moon Lake's mood suddenly became a little bad, especially with Favia who was trying to become the fifth sun next to her, which made her feel even worse.
"Can't the Spanish sun and the Indian sun be both?"
Favia, who had analyzed the situation from Geronimo's answer, spoke.
At this moment, when Tlaloc heard Favia speak, he realized that it was the pronunciation of a different sun, and then he felt relieved for some unknown reason.
Obviously, she had always wanted to kill him, and she didn't want him to really become the fifth sun of Central and South America, but now that he did this, the black-haired girl actually felt a burst of joy in her heart. Of course, she could never say this out loud.
"It's different. I'm not. I can't have the same perceptions as my compatriots. My perceptions... are given to me by the Spanish."
"It's the same. Even if the pronunciation is different and the definition may be different, the essence is the same. The sun is always there, whether it's in Spain or America, it's the same sun, radiating light and driving away darkness."
Favia did not think that the indigenous peoples who were marked by the Spanish would be much different from the indigenous peoples who were born and raised there.
As long as we speak the same language, see the same things, and stand in the same place, even if we cannot understand each other at first, we will eventually understand each other.
And not only that, just now, Favia saw that this person's eyes were filled with indignation, frozen under the barrier, and finally covered by frozen stubbornness, but in the depths of those pupils, there was indeed a light and shadow swaying like a wounded heart.
Silence. Geronimo fell into silence, not knowing whether he didn't know how to answer or didn't want to answer.
In the silence, Favia raised his eyes, as if looking at the people in the Central and South American world outside the gold mine, and smiled slightly.
"What's your name?"
"........Geronimo."
"You have a great name. I'm really looking forward to it."
The man's silver hair turned into a golden color like the sun under the gift of the first sun.
Because this name is the same as the later North American Apache warriors.
"Since you think the two are different, I won't force you to think they are the same, but I hope you can believe me. Others are hell, and being unable to trust is the hell of reincarnation."
He took off the leopard mask, returning to his original silver hair, revealing an expression on his face that was so quiet, sharp, and strong.
"In that case, let me replace the sun you think of and become your sun, how about that, Geronimo? Besides, I am also on this path now."
There is no lake in this gold mine, so Geronimo doesn't know what his expression is now.
However, I always feel like I can guess it, it should be joy.
"I will show myself to this world with its cruel rules. I will be the sun."
As he spoke, in North America, far away from the island of Cuba, among countless dense forests, countless solemn pure white lights were slowly rising.
It looks so dazzling from high in the sky.
bright.
........
"Hmm, have those guys in the north actually made up their minds? They've made up their minds faster than us? Is it because they've turned into animals that their mentality has become so impulsive?"
Somewhere in America, Smoke Mirror, who was roasting a campfire by the river, felt this reaction and raised his eyes to look towards North America.
The South American gods are essentially bacteria from alien planets, and they choose local creatures as carriers. There are countless choices, and ultimately humans emerged as the winner, and therefore all the gods are in the image of humans.
Bacteria from South America also spread to North America, but animals other than humans prevailed there, so the images of North American gods are all animals.
There is a connection between the two, but not as great as that between the Aztecs and the Mayans. However, Coty the Coyote can be considered the middleman between North America and South America because he is the patron saint of both the Indians and the Mayans.
"However, I am really looking forward to it. A warrior who challenges the rules of the Central and South American world and attempts to unite the Fifth Sun with all his spirits, in that case, would it be equivalent to our origin, 'Maya'? I didn't expect that Birdhead would get such a warrior who is so good with her habits. It would be better if she is better with me.
What a pity, could it be because of her good figure?
This is not right, the appearance on the mural is not very good, it doesn’t even show one ten-thousandth of my face…”
In the heart of Smoke and Mirror, everything in the world is on a battlefield, and those who live in it are those who fight constantly.
People keep fighting until they can’t fight anymore, and living a wonderful life with all their heart and soul is the honor that belongs to mankind in his eyes.
"Well, let's find an opportunity to fight him... Let's not think too much and continue our journey. We still have to find something for our Fifth Sun."
ps: When I was looking up information, I found that the Apache tribe to which Geronimo (three-star chief) belonged had a girl called Lozen, who was called the Apache Joan of Arc. It suddenly occurred to me that if you release another American hero in the future, this girl might become the North American Saber if she has a chance to land.)
242: The Restlessness of the Third Sun (4k5)
In fact, Favia's initiative to lead the attack on the island of Cuba to rescue the long-oppressed Native Americans was very successful.
The warriors of the Aztec Empire, who dared to face the firearms that only had momentum but no firepower, quickly captured the Governor's Palace of Cuba and killed him by relying on their strength and numbers. The remaining Spanish colonists could only seek refuge first and inform Spain of the major events that took place on the island of Cuba.
I believe that it won't be long before the Spanish Empire reacts and prepares to send professional troops rather than ordinary adventurers to invade Central and South America and the island of Cuba.
After all, this is a huge benefit and it is impossible to give up like this.
But that would probably take quite a long time. After all, it was only the sixteenth century and the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean was daunting.
Therefore, it would take at least two or three years before Central and South America would face a large-scale invasion by the Spanish Empire.
This also gave Favia enough time to stabilize the newly unified Central and South American world.
First of all, the biggest problem is that the writing systems of the major countries in Central and South America are not unified. Except for the Mayan writing which has a fixed meaning, the Aztec writing and the Indian writing are very abstract, as if they were created by themselves. Everyone can give their own meaning to each word, and there are very few conventional meanings.
Therefore, in order to solidify and improve the national consciousness of Central and South America and pass on their own culture, a unified writing system is essential.
With the assistance of Father Bartolomé, Favia successfully Latinized the text, but this was far from enough because it would take time for people to understand and accept it. In this regard, the priests of the Aztec great temples and the Mayan pyramids took the lead and were very active. As for the Indians in the north, they relied on propaganda and teaching from the Indian areas headed by Geronimo, who had been rescued from the island of Cuba.
After the unification of writing, the next step was to eliminate the various contradictions that had been caused by various reasons.
The most prominent thing is that the Aztecs were hated by other Mayans and Indians because of their crazy pursuit of human sacrifice. Although it is a little better now, the fear in their hearts cannot be eliminated overnight.
Moreover, the Aztecs' combat power is the strongest in Central and South America, so it is necessary to integrate them and eliminate conflicts.
At this point, Favia chose to promote the idea that Central and South America had a unified foreign enemy, which was the Spaniards who would invade in a few years.
Large-scale propaganda about the Spanish was carried out to instill the image of the Spanish as blasphemous, insidious, cruel, and greedy into the hearts of the people of all ethnic groups in Central and South America. Priests and priests were asked to promote the new language while letting the Central and South Americans who listened to the speeches know that they should share the same hatred of the enemy.
After all, many people have seen how the Spanish treated the indigenous people of Cuba over the past few decades, so they will not have any illusions and can effectively reduce the number of guides.
All in all, these measures are time-consuming and require the energy of countless people.
Fortunately, at this moment, Favia has become extremely great in the hearts of Central and South Americans, so it is relatively smooth to promote these things.
As for the lack of horses in America, we can only rely on the horses we got from Cuba to see if we can give birth to more horses.
"Favia."
Bawan Xi waved and walked over to Favia, who was still busy with the reform of the Central and South American affairs at the table.
Hearing this, the silver-haired young man also raised his hand and greeted her, and at the same time he also saw Tlaloc next to the fairy girl.
"I always feel like you're so busy, Favia. You were here the last time I came, and the time before that. Could it be that you haven't slept? Can I help you?"
"...I still got some sleep."
Although I was busy educating the priests and high officials and also busy with the unification of writing, I still found time to take a nap.
"Really? It would be bad if my health deteriorated because of this."
The fairy girl once again asked the man in front of her, her tone full of anxiety.
Favia smiled deeply:
"It's not a big problem. I can still handle it."
"But... huh."
Bawan Shi suddenly yawned loudly.
Looking closely, she had dark circles under her eyes.
"It seems that you are quite sleepy, Xiaoxi."
"Well... Actually, I've been staying up all night recently and finally learned the Aztec language."
"So that's it."
"But speaking of which, everyone's language has changed recently. Do I have to learn it all over again?"
"Don't push yourself too hard."
"I didn't force it—"
"Even if you try really hard, don't overdo it, okay?"
While Bawan Xi and Favia were talking, Tlaloc suddenly spoke.
The calm black-haired girl frowned slightly and looked at the silver-haired young man and the red-haired fairy:
"Since you are such good friends, can't you consider each other's thoughts a little more?"
"Um, sorry... I can't help it... After all, if you still can't learn it after so long..."
At this moment, Bawan Shi shrank back like a child being scolded.
Favia, on the other hand, seemed to feel nothing and said with a smile: "Although this is the case, it is something that must be done for the sake of future events."
Although the two did not communicate much, they had the same ideas and the same reasons for doing so.
"These two are really speechless guys."
In fact, for Tlaloc, who had been watching, she understood this.
Of course she understands.
It is because the two of them can do this that the relationship between them is so good.
".......You two really are a perfect match......"
Tlaloc sighed helplessly and murmured softly in a voice that no one could hear.
"Eh? Tlaloc, you just said—"
"Nothing, you two continue, I have something to do so I'll leave first."
The black-haired girl calmly responded to Bawan Xi's question by saying this and walked away on her own.
At this time, it is November, the season when the biting north wind is gradually approaching.
In Tenochtitlan, flowers were blooming in season, and the familiar fragrance, blown to him by the wind just now, made Tlaloc smile involuntarily.
For her, the more beautiful Tenochtitlan became, the happier she was, and she wished it could stay like this forever.
After all, Tenochtitlan is a city that intoxicates everyone and makes them forget to breathe.
In the cruel world of Central and South America, it is a city that shines with a 'special' brilliance, located in the center.
"Tenochtitlan is indeed the most beautiful."
As the black-haired girl walked towards the Moon Lake of Tenochtitlan, which was herself, the cheers of the Aztecs echoed in the depths of her mind. I guess she would only say such words when she was alone.
Because although she is the incarnation of Texcoco, the Lake of the Moon, and can be called Tlaloc, if one has to say her real name, it is Tenochtitlan. This gives people a sense of self-boasting, but even the Smoky Mirror, whom she regards as her brother, must have never heard of such words.
Sitting on a chair beside the Moon Lake, Tlaloc squinted his eyes facing the bright sunshine and enjoyed this warm moment.
Then, she heard a voice—
In the distance, there was the sound of drums.
Boom, boom, boom, it keeps going on.
This was not the first time she had heard such a sound. Even so, the black-haired girl opened her eyes with nostalgia, because this was an activity carried out by the people living here in preparation for the arrival of the ceremony. It was also everything she loved, and seeing these made her feel very warm in her chest.
There was so much noise coming and going that even Tlaloc felt a little overwhelmed.
Such a brilliant smile, such a lively atmosphere, the black-haired girl always felt a little sad when she thought of the important ceremony that would be performed later.
Because the Great Temple of Tenochtitlan once enshrined the Rain God and the Left Hummingbird, but with the arrival of Favia, the Left Hummingbird has been asked to leave, and before long, before this major ceremony, even the Rain God will be asked to leave, for Favia's Fifth Sun.
