Back at the temple, a large stone table had already been set up, laden with a variety of unfamiliar ingredients.
A group of servants stood nearby, holding exquisite wooden boxes.
"Great Prophet, forgive the haste, but this is the best we could manage for now."
"I have already sent word, and all tribes near Copan will arrive tomorrow."
"Your enthronement ceremony will be held at noon tomorrow."
The Tiger King chuckled as he led Fang Er to the main seat.
Fang Er offered a perfunctory smile. Once seated, he mentally summoned the system.
"System Sis, can you sense where the remaining three devices are?"
【You little brat! Not that fast. This old lady is tired these few days, we’ll talk later~】
Fang Er: !!!
You’ve been going at it eight times a day, of course you’re tired!
Since he couldn't rush it, he had to put it aside for now.
Looking at the table full of boiled and roasted food, Fang Er rubbed his stomach. He was indeed a bit hungry.
The Tiger King tore off a golden turkey leg from a platter and handed it to him. He then picked up a clay pot and poured a full cup of hot chocolate into the golden goblet before Fang Er.
This time, there was no chili powder on top.
After doing this, he took something surprising from one of the servants holding a wooden box.
A cigar~
"Great Prophet, this is the finest cigarette roll from our tribe. Would you like to try it?"
Fang Er took it and looked. It was indeed a cigar rolled from layers of tobacco leaves, and its aroma was pure, far superior to the imitations with artificial flavorings from later generations.
He had heard that Havana was the supreme of cigars, but he didn't know if it was true.
Could this compare?
"Clack~"
He casually opened his Zippo, and a wisp of flame danced on it.
The Tiger King and his followers had witnessed this ability to produce things out of thin air multiple times. This, besides his prophecies, was another reason they believed Fang Er to be the Great Prophet!
No one else, other than the Great Prophet, was worthy of such a skill!
"Puff~~"
He slowly exhaled the smoke, feeling enveloped by the aroma. Fang Er couldn't help but praise it.
As expected of something from its origin, the taste was superb!
A puff of cigar, a sip of hot chocolate, and the turkey leg before him – this meal was the most comfortable he had had since setting sail~
That night, the Tiger King vacated the best accommodation in Copan City and even assigned eight maids.
But Fang Er had no inclination for anything else. Thanks to the System Sis, he felt like he was nearing sainthood these past few days!
The next morning, he was once again startled awake from "bedwetting."
This feeling of knowing the outcome but completely forgetting the process left him feeling bitter.
"System Sis, this is too much!"
"Can we not do this every day?"
He pleaded with the system again, on the verge of tears, but received no response.
Was that old hag asleep?
"Zzz~~~"
The moment the thought arose, the current that sent a tingle all over his body arrived as expected.
Exhaling the misty vapor produced by the electric shock, he glanced back at Da Bao, who was still fast asleep. Fang Er put on his clothes and walked outside.
This damned thing, when will it end!
If it continued like this, he doubted he would be able to have a fourth child!
In the mirror, his dark circles were even more pronounced, and his eye sockets seemed deeper.
Leaning on his sore and aching lower back, he walked outside. Zhu Zi and the others were already waiting.
Standing atop the temple, he looked down at Copan City. The populace was even larger than yesterday, and many were still waiting outside the city gates to enter.
Within the city, on the streets, the Maya people, both men and women, went bare-chested, wearing grass skirts around their waists, their faces beaming with genuine smiles.
If it had been before, Fang Er would have brought a small stool and sat by the roadside, watching these lovely people~
But now, he couldn't muster any interest!
As he was feeling troubled, the Tiger King, clad in black body paint, approached with the two "Avatars."
"Hahaha, the Great Prophet is up early."
After greeting him, the Tiger King pointed to the city and began to introduce it to Fang Er.
"Great Prophet, please look. That is the liveliest place in Copan today!"
"Teams from all the temples have come, and they will engage in fierce competition to celebrate your enthronement!"
A game?
Fang Er then remembered that when he first arrived yesterday, he seemed to have seen people playing a game.
He just didn't know what material the ball was made of.
Two hours later, in Copan City's largest stadium, the Tiger King was explaining the rules of the game to Fang Er.
The stadium was vast, 150 meters long and 50 meters wide, enclosed on all sides by stone walls.
At either end of the field, a two-meter-high hoop was fixed to the stone wall.
The players' objective was to get the ball into the hoop, while ensuring their hands, feet, and head did not touch the ball.
However, Fang Er's attention was drawn to the black ball in his hand.
It was a rubber sphere, and it was solid!
He had initially thought this kind of thing wouldn't be found until South America, but he had stumbled upon it here, which was an unexpected delight.
Soon, the game began.
The players from both sides engaged in a fierce contest on the field.
Touching the ball with hands, feet, or head resulted in a foul.
Under these circumstances, they had to fully utilize their elbows, knees, shoulders, and of course, their hips~
The scene was comical, but it had to be said, it was truly passionate.
In addition to the aforementioned rules, the entire game was filled with violence!
After the game ended, the Tiger King proudly pointed to the winning team and said.
"They will be sacrificed to the gods!"
"In the future, they will play for the gods, striving for supreme glory!"
Fang Er was stunned!
What kind of rules were these?
The winning side had to be sacrificed?
Hiss~~~
If that was the case, then the men's football team didn't even qualify for sacrifice~~~
"Unacceptable!"
He quickly stood up to stop it. He couldn't bear to watch such a thing.
The Tiger King looked at him blankly, "Great Prophet, why is it unacceptable?"
Fang Er stated with absolute certainty, "The gods do not need such sacrifices. They only need food, not human sacrifices!"
"Therefore, tribal human sacrifices must never happen again."
"Otherwise, great disaster will befall the land!"
He had asked Da Bao many things about the Maya the previous night.
In their understanding, prophets and priests were bridges to communicate with the gods, and the Great Prophet was the one who could best commune with the divine.
And the true king was merely a ruler in the mortal realm, tending to the land on behalf of the gods.
Given the supreme authority of religion, Fang Er had no qualms about leveraging his position.