Olte slightly bowed his head, suppressing his powerless anger. He closed his eyes and then reopened them, speaking calmly and with deep resonance.
"Mexica people, we have harassed the southern coast, and the samurai have shed blood. As you can see, the south is heavily guarded, replete with stone forts and wooden fortresses, and the samurai's blood should not flow there in vain... We are willing to hand over a large amount of gold, silver, and gemstones as a gesture of our commitment to peace!"
Xiulote observed for a moment, the old priest was composed, while Jiowar showed a look of anger. Then, he shook his head calmly and got straight to the point.
"The gaze of the Chief Divine sees all, and nothing can hide from it. Wise Priest Olte, you should understand this. As the Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Route Army, I cannot tolerate any potential tacit understanding between you and the Tarasco people!"