章節 192: Chapter 110 Mathematics and Calendrics: The Lost Maya

The setting sun dyed the vast world, as well as the tequila in the pottery cups, leaving behind the last brilliant colors, just as the vanishing civilization.

Xiulote tasted a bit of salt and then downed a cup of silvery pure fermented beverage, the slight bitterness bringing numbness to the tip of his tongue, a warm current rising from his stomach. The youth smiled faintly, quietly savoring, and reflected for a long time.

Tikalo added some tomatoes to the drink, then some red mandragora of his own, and after tasting a chili, took a big swig. Maya nobility were inheritors of an even more ancient tradition of using hallucinogenic plants. Soon, he spun his slender head, his gaze becoming slightly scattered, and he couldn't help but chant softly.