I made up myths in America

Chapter 14 Recognition
The sacred and solemn handover ceremony began.

The high priest took the mask of Tlaloc, the rain god, from a bronze column painted with various intricate patterns of birds and animals.

This is a mask that is emerald green all over, and its surface is covered with fine cracks, full of traces of time and a sacred atmosphere.

The high priest looked at it and sighed, then handed it to the warrior Shules opposite with great care.

At this time, Luke was like a ghost, sharing the perspective of the warrior Shules, but he could not speak or make any move.

He followed the warrior Shuras and left Tenochtitlan, the capital of the Aztec Empire, the place watched by the gods, and then headed north to North America, where the United States is now.

In the early 16th century, this place was still a pure land.

In order to escape from pursuit, the seriously injured Shules handed over the mask of the rain god Tlaloc to a large tribe that was friendly with the Aztecs before he fell.

Then this brave and tough Jaguar warrior died.

And as if to fulfill his oath, Luke discovered that the story did not end here.

His perspective shifted from being attached to the warrior Shules to being attached to the sacred and majestic mask.

The high priest of the local tribe kept the holy object in good condition and gave the only relic of Shules after his death, the sharp obsidian dagger that had been used as a sacrifice to the gods, to his son.

Hundreds of years passed in this uneventful manner.

Although wars occasionally broke out between tribes, the Indian tribe called Sioux always stood firm and prospered in this land.

until. . . . . .

That group of former refugees grew stronger, and after the founding of the country, they began to massacre them inhumanely.

The Sioux leader at that time tried to lead his people in rebellion, but in the end, they failed and died, and their tribe was destroyed.

The mask of the rain god Tlaloc, which had been well preserved for hundreds of years, was passed around and finally fell into the hands of a white military officer.

The officer seemed to find the mask unusual and studied it for a long time. Finally, because he was going to participate in the war, he deposited it and a notebook in the First National Bank of the United States, one of the earliest banks established in the United States at that time.

"call"

At this point in the story, Luke's perspective suddenly detaches from the mask that was placed in the bank safe.

He supported himself on the ground with his hands, gasping for breath, and found that the memories he had just seen in his dream were fading rapidly.

Only the final massacre of the large Sioux tribe by the Americans and the mask of the rain god Tlaloc, which had been well preserved after hundreds of years, left a deep impression on him.

Meanwhile, the young Indian man who had pulled Luke in panicked as he watched him sweat profusely and look like he was about to die. He whispered to his sister in the local dialect, "What's going on?"

"Mina, you didn't mix anything else into the herbs, did you? How did this white man become like this?"

"No, I just followed my mother's usual ritual procedures."

Mina, the Indian girl pretending to be a witch, was also at a loss, fearing that the white man would die here with them.

If that happens, they will be in big trouble.

As for Luke, after a while, his consciousness finally completely emerged from that bizarre dream, and his brain resumed normal thinking.

First of all, it is now certain that his special abilities must come from the obsidian bracelet left by his mother.

This obsidian bracelet seems to have originated from the jaguar warrior Shules hundreds of years ago, and was modified from the obsidian dagger in the other's hand.

Secondly, he dreamed of the mask of Tlaloc, the rain god, many times, as if someone in the dark wanted him to retrieve the sacred object of the Aztec Empire.

"Could it be the obsession left behind by Shules?"

Having seen many Hollywood blockbusters, Luke had a vague suspicion in his mind. He raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the obsidian bracelet on his right wrist with a complicated expression.

This scene happened to be seen by the brother and sister who were about to run away in the tent.

The two men looked at each other with some disbelief in their eyes, and their gazes swept back and forth over Luke, as if they were confirming something.

Finally, the Indian boy seemed to remember something, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and opened a Line chat group he had recently joined.

It contains all kinds of explosive news shared by experts from various websites.

The most exciting one is the extraordinary battle that took place today on the Brooklyn Bridge in New York, and it is not known whether it is true or not.

A curious netizen with good hacking skills even used facial capture technology to restore the appearance of the powerful gray giant in the video, and searched for most of his information on the Internet.

This includes Luke Duncan's name, the university he attended, his job, his family background, and his tragic experience of being cheated on by his wife and being kicked out of the house.

"Hiss."

Looking at the restored photos in the chat group, the Indian boy finally confirmed that the white man in front of them who looked a little down and out was the protagonist on the Brooklyn Bridge in New York today.

And that's not even the most important thing.

the most important is……

The Indian boy lowered his gaze to the column where netizens summarized the gray giant's family information.

It clearly stated that the other person's mother was an Indian woman named Sophia.

The Indian boy had heard this name from his mother more than once, because she was his mother's sister.

"so??!"

With the two things in evidence, after eliminating all impossibilities, only one possibility remains.

The Indian boy's eyes widened in surprise and he looked at his sister who had also seen the contents of the phone.

The two of them quickly ran to Luke, as if they had found a supporter, hugged him with tears in their eyes, and called out emotionally: "Brother Luke, you are finally here."

Luke Duncan: “???”

Luke had a confused expression on his face.

"So, my mom Sophia and your mom Linda are sisters??"

More than ten minutes later, after some complicated communication, Luke accepted the information in a daze.

"Uh-huh."

The Indian boy Robert and the Indian girl Mina, who looked surprisingly delicate after removing her disguise, nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

As he said this, fearing that Luke might not believe him, Robert dug out an old photo he had taken in his living room from his phone album.

The photo shows two Indian girls, one big and one small, holding hands and playing by the lake.

Although the photo was taken a long time ago, Luke recognized her at a glance. The much older Indian girl was his mother Sophia, with the same facial features.

"Ok."

Now he completely believed it.

The two scammers in front of him were indeed his cousins.

(End of this chapter)