[I forgot to add a title to the previous update. What a tragedy.]
The Caucasians had once been glorious. They had been crowned kings in the First Dynasty. The Caucasian priests had also participated in the war against the gods. It was said that the first Caucasian king was a level-18 powerhouse, on the same level as the First Dynasty's emperor.
Of course, this was the Caucasians' own legend. The other dynasties had never mentioned it.
Shika smiled as he stroked his belly, feeling the rhythm of life within. The Gaugass Warriors were extremely patient, and there were even two female warriors who were especially close to Sika.
A powerful priest had finally appeared among the Caucasians. Shika was still a child. Salin would definitely agree to let one of them become a pure priest and become a Caucasian.
"Lord Priest, we planted this cassava porridge. Please try it." A female Caucasian warrior brought a bowl over. The bowl was light and flawless. It had smooth lines and was the color of jade. It was a luxurious porcelain made by the Yun Liu people.
The Caucasians didn't like it. It was not as good as the big bowl made from the skull of a magical beast.
But Shika's power had increased. She had to familiarize herself with controlling this power. Otherwise, it would be troublesome to take care of the children in the future.
Shika took the bowl with one hand and frowned. "It's a bit hot."
"Lord Priest, you can't eat cold food. It's not good for the children."
"How can a Caucasian child be so precious? When we were in the village, we would eat in the snow during the cold winter. Children can catch magical beasts when they are in their teens. "
"But there are two little priests inside," the female Caucasian warrior answered with a smile.
"Alright." Although Shika liked cold porridge, she still listened to the female warrior. Pregnant women should not eat cold food. This knowledge was researched by magicians.
"Lord Priest." The ten male Gaugass Warriors also came over and placed the things they had prepared on the table in front of Schika. They started a fire in the temple and didn't need a kitchen. Anyway, Shika was the regent. No one could control her.
"What's the matter?" Usually, these warriors were just a little nervous. Today, they were very attentive. Shika knew that they must have something to say.
"His Highness Salin is already married. Do you want to return to the Southern Courtyard? We were talking about … waiting for His Highness to return."
Shika smashed the bowl in his hand on the ground, smashing it into pieces, and shouted: "Whose idea is this, you guys? Or an elder? "
The Gaugass soldiers all stood up in fright. Two female Gaugass soldiers said, "Priest, don't be angry. It's not good for the children."
"Child, hmph, answer me. Is my anger something you can control?" Shika used to be a good-tempered person, but after she got pregnant, there were always some changes in her. Her nervousness had not disappeared. Suddenly hearing that someone within the Caucasian race wanted her to leave Salin, she couldn't suppress her anger.
"Priestess, we all support you. Although Prince Salin married Rex, he also handed the kingdom over to you to manage. Some foreign Elders are studying this matter. Most of our warriors don't think about this problem. "The twelve Gaugass Warriors expressed their opinions to Schica.
Schica also knew that these warriors worshiped her, but this kind of thing definitely didn't happen in a day or two. She only heard about it now. Those Elders' plan was very secretive.
It was no wonder. More and more Caucasians were gathering. Other than a portion that had entered Phoenix and Scotia, the rest had mostly escaped to the Metatlin Kingdom. There were very few who surrendered to the Church. Those who did not escape were either captured or killed by the Church.
Now, there were only about forty thousand Caucasians in Metatlin City. Most of them were in the army, and some were Schica's most trusted people from her village. But outside the city, there were already more than three hundred thousand Caucasians. These Caucasians only referred to adults, not children.
This was equivalent to more than three hundred thousand Caucasian soldiers. It was equivalent to a small Caucasian kingdom next to Metatlin City. With power, there would be a struggle for power. The southern Caucasian region where Schica was located was still fine, but the northern Caucasian region was no longer in the form of villages. A huge Caucasian colony had appeared.
The Caucasians weren't like they were in ancient times. They were learning from the four empires and trying to establish their own country.
The more she understood, the angrier Schica got. She said to the twelve Caucasian soldiers, "Are you all willing to be loyal to me forever?"
Before this, Schica would never say such a thing. She didn't like to be a leader. What she wanted to do was to fulfill her responsibility to her family in the village.
"Priestess, of course we will only be loyal to you," the soldiers answered in confusion. Their mission was to protect Schica. No matter how powerful the enemy was, they would use their flesh and blood to block the attacks on Schica.
"I mean, you will only listen to my orders, even if all the Caucasian Elders oppose me." Schica leaned back in her chair, put her feet on the table, and stroked her belly.
The twelve Caucasian soldiers hesitated for a moment, then said, "Priestess, do you not want to be a Caucasian?"
"If I don't want to be a Caucasian, will you leave me?"
"Of course not, Priestess. If you are willing, you can also establish your own country." These soldiers weren't foreign Caucasians, and they had different feelings for Schica. Schica gave them hope.
"Build my own kingdom?" A thought flashed through Sicar's mind. She rarely connected the dots so quickly.
Before Salin left, not only did he make her the regent, he even made her the King of Caucasian. Salin must have predicted that there would be trouble among the Caucasians.
In history, the Caucasian region had never established a country, so she would be the first King of Caucasian. Hehe, Elders? These people were too greedy. Perhaps they had learned the shamelessness of the Skochinyans.
"You don't need to stay in the temple tonight. Go and find out how many of the soldiers in the city support the foreign elders." Although Schica believed that the Caucasians in the city were more reliable, she still learned from Salin's method and tried not to make any mistakes.
"Priestess, what about the elders …"
"I won't let the foreign elders enter the city. I am now the regent. Before Salin returns, I am in charge of Metatlin City." Schica thought for a moment, then said, "I will give you a warrant. Have the 6th Battalion guard the south gate. If anyone tries to cause trouble, send out the magic infantry."
"Priestess, what about the elders of the Southern Courtyard?" A female Caucasian soldier asked worriedly after hearing Schica's resolute response.
"I will personally persuade them. If they are like the elders outside … I won't take their lives," Schica said calmly, her heart aching.
She had thought that the souls of the Caucasians were the purest. She hadn't expected that there would be people blinded by greed among them.
Those elders had tried to separate her from Salin in order to get two infant priests, not one. With Salin's two children in their hands, they would definitely be able to make more demands.
Moreover, greed alone wouldn't have caused this situation. Perhaps there were already priests and experts among the foreign Caucasians. Once people had power, it would be easier for them to fall.
If Salin hadn't taken them in, these Caucasians near Metatlin City wouldn't have been able to live so freely. Even if the forest was barren, they could always get supplies from Metatlin City, so they wouldn't starve to death. War was also very far away from them. Those who joined the army were all close clans that they had worked hard to gather at the beginning.
No wonder Salin didn't let these trusted Caucasians fight. There were too few of them.
Schica smiled helplessly at this thought. Salin was smart enough to know that something would happen to the Caucasians. Thinking of this, Schica smiled helplessly. Salin was smart enough to know that something would happen to the Caucasians.
She only realized today that Salin didn't say anything because he didn't want her to be sad. In the future, if anyone wanted to use the rules of the Caucasians to restrict her, she would use the law to fight back and destroy them.
The twelve Caucasian soldiers knelt down. According to Caucasian etiquette, kneeling in front of each other was a sign of intimacy. Standing with their heads lowered was a sign of submission.
"Priestess, we swear on our souls that from now on, we will only be loyal to you."
"We swear on our souls!"
Schica felt a fluctuation in the depths of his soul. In the unseen world, he and these twelve Caucasian soldiers already had some kind of mysterious connection.
This kind of pledge of loyalty had been passed down among the Caucasians for tens of thousands of years, and no one had ever broken the oath.
It wasn't as perfect as a mage's contract, but it had always been strictly enforced. This was the oath of the Caucasians, a way to swear loyalty to the priestess.
Schica took out a pen and paper and silently wrote an order for the soldiers to mobilize the 6th Battalion to defend the south gate. Even if the Caucasians in the city didn't betray, they might not be willing to fight a bloody battle with the Caucasians outside the city. If it was the 6th Battalion, and those elders didn't know what was good for them, Schica would send more troops and simply go into the mountains to eliminate them.
Completely separate himself from Salin? Thinking of this, Schica's heart ached.
The Caucasian soldiers left Schica's room and went down to the first floor of the shrine. They summoned the other twelve Caucasian soldiers to continue serving Schica.
After leaving the shrine, the twelve Caucasian soldiers clapped their hands in celebration with joy on their faces.
"As expected, the priestess was unwilling. Those old guys are all ungrateful things. But that's fine, there's hope for us South Caucasians this time. "
"Yeah, they want to rely on their numbers to control all of us. What an idiot. How could the priestess be willing to submit?"
"Let's go quickly. You two go to the 6th Battalion and mobilize the troops with the priestess' order to replace the south gate's defenses. "Let's quickly gather our own people and start looking for spies in the Shrine Legion. There must be other Caucasians mixed in. "
"Yes."
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