Ocatel shuddered, knowing that it was a critical moment that would decide life or death. The Mexica society had always been harsh, and the priests had just promulgated commercial laws. If captured by the High Priest and taken back to the Capital City at this time, he would inevitably be used as an example and offered on the sacrifice altar to deter the public.
The businessman struggled frantically, disregarding the sharp war club, and abruptly threw himself at the feet of the young priest. He clutched the priest's robe forcefully, cursing and swearing.
"Priest, spare my life please! In the name of the Guardian God, I am willing to offer all my possessions, I am willing to swear to serve you to the death!"
Xiulote had already made up his mind. He shook his head slightly and looked towards the middle-aged samurai.