“I was thinking that if Holy Egypt is really good at agriculture, perhaps we could consider cooperating with them more deeply and bringing these food crops to our Inca region.”
Pachakutk smiled slightly upon hearing this, and then patted the veteran on the shoulder.
“You’re right, but as you also know, most of the Inca territory is plateau and mountainous, with an altitude of two or three thousand meters, or even higher.”
“We have almost no plains, only hills.”
"The soil is thin, the climate is cold, and the rainfall is irregular. If we want rain, we have to ask the gods for help."
"We do not have any advantages in developing agriculture."
"Trying to farm on this land is simply going against nature; it's extremely difficult."
Upon hearing this, the soldier simply pursed his lips and nodded helplessly: "Yes, you're right."
"You're overthinking it."
But Pachakutek, seeing the other's head lower slightly, continued speaking.
"However, after this famine, I've come to understand."
"We can't go on like this any longer. We must change our fate, even if it means defying the will of Heaven."
Upon hearing this, the soldier slowly raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.
“Our land may indeed not be suitable for farming, but tasting these delicacies today has made me realize that perhaps we can also grow food in other ways.”
"If we could talk to the Holy Pharaoh, perhaps we could broaden our horizons."
The soldier nodded several more times, watching as Pachakutk dressed. Now, Pachakutk looked not only like a leader, but also like a great warrior.
Pachakutek then hung the large gold plate with a human face pattern around his neck and placed it on his chest.
For Pachakutk, this was something he would only wear to show respect to important guests.
He slowly placed a slightly heavy golden headdress with four green leaves on his head with both hands. It was Pachakutek's crown, a symbol of his royal power.
After doing all this, Pachakutk took a light breath before continuing to speak.
"Don't worry, this is just the beginning."
"Since the Holy Pharaoh can offer such a generous gift, their banquet must be even more spectacular."
Upon hearing this, the soldier suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyes filled with surprise and delight.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"I'm sure the Pharaoh's residence must have even better food than Greece!"
"You must eat a lot during your visit!"
“You always share your food with us, and we’re all worried about your health.”
Pachakutk smiled and simply tapped the soldier on the head.
“I am the Stonebreaker. Compared to those people suffering from famine, my pain is less than one ten-thousandth of theirs. What is there to complain about?”
“I will naturally enjoy some, but I can’t eat too much. Otherwise, if the Holy Pharaoh finds out, I’m afraid he will do the same thing as those guys at the World Conference and ask for an exorbitant amount.”
"However, these are all my guesses. Right now, we don't know what kind of person the Holy Pharaoh of Holy Egypt was."
"But don't worry, I'll soon have the chance to witness the real feast of Holy Egypt."
The warrior in front of Pachakutk grinned, his face beaming with childlike joy.
That was about the Inca potentially benefiting from establishing diplomatic relations with Holy Egypt, but more importantly, it was about their king Pachacuti being able to eat more food.
"Yes, Your Majesty! We await your good news!"
"I'll go and pack for you right away, so you can get to the Holy Pharaoh's residence as soon as possible!"
As Pachakutek watched the cheerful figures of the others packing up, a strange, indescribable sense of anticipation rose within him.
For many years, he had been thinking about how to expand his territory, conquer neighboring tribes, and mine gold.
However, he never considered the possibility of peaceful exchanges with other civilizations.
Thus, when famine struck the Inca lands, Pachacuti realized that without the help of other civilizations, the Inca would have a hard time surviving.
After all, the Inca people were already ravaged by natural disasters and famine, and even the king himself had to tighten his belt. As for the Inca people, the situation was naturally even more dire.
To date, most of the gold he has accumulated has been used to buy expensive grain, so he must raise his needs at the World Conference to seek help.
However, he had witnessed the true colors of other civilization leaders at the World Conference. Those guys could provide a lot of aid immediately, but they also charged high interest rates, eager to squeeze as much value as possible out of you.
Now, a few pieces of bread and a few spoonfuls of honey have shown Pachakutk a completely new path.
Perhaps, exchanges and cooperation between different civilizations could bring the Inca more unexpected benefits.
"Wait for my good news."
Then, Pachakutek put a small piece of bread into his mouth and savored the lingering aroma.
He set off quickly, accompanied by two attendants and carrying a return gift for the Holy Pharaoh.
Meanwhile, at his residence in Saint Egypt, Link was waiting.
He was waiting for the guards who had gone to distribute the food to return.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
Just then, the last two guards returned, immediately knelt down, and reported to Lin Ke.
“We have already given food to all the leaders of the surrounding civilizations.”
"Just as His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh predicted, the leaders of the surrounding civilizations are relatively polite and courteous."
"Most leaders of other civilizations that have similar dwellings to ours did not accept your gift; only a few did."
"Of them, only one showed goodwill, while the rest were not very interested."
“But we believe that once they taste these foods, they will at least gain some interest in Holy Egypt.”
Lin Ke nodded.
After all, while these foods were indeed of high quality, they were not of much value to other civilizations similar to Holy Egypt.
However, for the leaders of those civilizations on the periphery, this high-quality food seemed rather precious.
Of course, Lin Ke's purpose in doing this was not to invite leaders of other civilizations; his target, from beginning to end, was only one person.
"Very good, how did Pachakutk react?"
Upon hearing this, the two guards immediately raised their heads.
"Your Majesty, Pachakutek's reaction was lukewarm, but he was momentarily stunned when he saw the food you presented."
"Perhaps Pachakutk was restraining himself at that time."
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