Chapter 2033: Chapter 1487: Plague Book, Xiulote and His Disciples
"Prophet Teacher, what is ’smallpox’?..."
"Quetzalcoatl, where did you see this word?"
"Ah! It’s the scroll you always write on whenever you have time. The picture book with little human animals, internal organs, bones, and strange cells... The word ’smallpox’ keeps appearing at the beginning, and you’ve circled it in red, drawing mysterious spotted little humans beside it..."
"Oh, so it’s that" Plague Book. Quetzalcoatl, have you been sneaking a peek at my scroll again?"
"Uh! You just left it open on your desk, didn’t say it wasn’t allowed to look!... I only glanced at it, couldn’t recognize many words, but the little humans in the illustrations are very eerie, many of them are bleeding... Teacher, elder brother... Is this a mystical Sorcery Book? Can you teach us witchcraft?... Or teach only me, not them? I will surely learn well!..."
"Quetzalcoatl, if you want to learn, learn together! We are all disciples of the Prophet, coming from the Royal Family, why should you learn alone?"
"Tetelapangchar, why? Just because I’m the strongest! None of you can beat me!"
"That’s because you’re the oldest! You’re nineteen years old while we’re only fifteen or sixteen!"
"Even when I was fifteen, none of you could beat me!..."
"Shh! Teacher’s taking the teaching stick, stop arguing or you’ll get hit..."
"!!..."
The October of the Mexican Plateau is not filled with cold wind, but rather warmed by spring-like sunshine and brightly blooming tropical flowers. The Alliance’s military encampment stretched across the undulating mountains and valleys, besieging Cloud Mountain City for over two years now. The Royal Tent and flags on the hill, fortified like a fortress, all signify the Divine King’s unwavering determination to conquer Cloud Mountain City.
As the besieging camp was being continuously fortified, a newly built "Prophet’s Wood Hut" was added beside Xiulote’s Royal Tent, for the noble disciples seeking knowledge on "Divine Revelation" and the "Prophet’s Legacy".
Inside the hut, there was a large desk, a teaching wooden panel, a chair with a backrest, and a row of small stools without backrests. Currently, Xiulote, wearing a feather crown, picked up a thick and heavy teaching stick, "amiably" looked at the disciples. The stick was shaped like a blunt Makua Wet War Stick, wrapped in a thick layer of rubber, very suitable for close contact with students, to instill spirit and discipline. Sometimes physical teaching is indeed more effective when dealing with this group of noble Mexica youths with martial prowess.
"Straighten your backs! Put your hands on your knees, don’t shake your head around! One, two, three!..."
Faced with the "Prophet’s Stick", the dozen young noblemen of the Alliance finally behaved, obediently sitting on the small stools. Not even counting Xiulote’s divine rumors, just talking about martial strength, these teenagers, no matter how many of them, can’t surpass Xiulote, who has fought for over a decade on the battlefield. In fact, among the Royal generals, the only one who can match Xiulote in martial strength is Quetzalcoatl’s elder brother, currently campaigning with the Western Army, Montezuma II.
"Very good, full of spirit!"
Xiulote walked around in front of the noble youths with his stick. He stopped next to Takopan Prince’s son, named "Tetelapangchar", "precious feathers shining on the stone", also known as "Shi Guiyu", and smiled as he stroked Shi Guiyu’s hair, softly reciting a phrase.
"Eloquent Zai Yu..."
Then, Xiulote walked to the eleventh son of Predecessor Monarch Acatl, "algae in the water, purified on the sludge", in front of Quetzalcoatl, forcefully planted the teaching stick. Quetzalcoatl was startled but didn’t get hit on the head, only hearing a mysterious "spell".
"Energetic Zi Lu..."
After speaking these two "spells", Xiulote for some reason raised the corners of his mouth, smiling happily. After a while, his eyes grew deep, looking at Quetzalcoatl who asked about smallpox, this historical Alliance’s eleventh ruler who died of smallpox, truly feeling the heavy resonance of destiny.
"Quetzalcoatl," Plague Book" is not a Sorcery Book, but a medical book, a... hmm... real "Book of Destiny"! It concerns the destiny of the entire Alliance, and even the whole world!..."
"I have been writing this medical book for a long time. During the two years of siege, whenever I had time, I would write a section, having already written several versions. As for the illustrated version, it’s more straightforward, intended as an educational material for the new Medical Priests... it can really be explained to you! After all, the time is coming..."
Saying this, Xiulote turned around, wrote down the big "smallpox" on the wooden board, then drew an abstract little human, especially a lot of spots, like a human-shaped lotus pod.
"Smallpox, is a type brought by Evil Demon invasion, capable of airborne transmission as an invisible ’pandemic air’, one of the most fearsome evil plague demons! The characteristics of this plague are dense and terrifying spotted pox, causing a person to rot all over, developing pox and pus, then dying..."
"With the current medical level of the Alliance, once infected with this plague, there’s almost no way to treat it. We can only rely on the patient’s three life forces: spirit ’Tonali’, blood ’Teyolia’, and yang energy ’Ihoter’, to collectively resist. The most important of these is still the blood-transmitted ’Teyolia’... if ’Teyolia’ can generate the corresponding ’antibodies’ before bleeding or completely festering, and with enough nutritional supplementation to create antibodies, survival is possible! Otherwise, once bleeding occurs, or malignant festering sets in, death is inevitable. Even the strongest Samurai would degenerate into a mass of pus and rotten flesh in a mere half month to month, becoming a bed for pandemic air transmission..."
