At this time, the kingdom of Fatima was still on the rise, and the lord of Suez and his officials did not collect any entrance tax, and on the way to the hotel, you could see some houses or mosques under construction.

The hotel where Lao Luo stayed, according to the owner, had just been completed less than a year ago. Even so, it entertained many high-ranking officials and nobles, and the style of the inn was different from the luxury of the Arab hotels of later generations, except that it continued the style of typical Arab architecture - the square layout, with many curved door arches, and flowers and plants in front of the windows or in some corners.

On this hot summer day, yes, Lao Luo has been at sea for almost four months from Mombasa to Suez. Even though the sun is so hot outside, inside the Arabian architecture, it is not irritating, but rather a cool breeze blowing through it.

The Roman-style bathroom made Lao Luo feel very comfortable, and the rest of the people, including Hua Biao, who learned to swim, were very satisfied with it.

To Lao Luo's surprise, the toilets of the Arabs were very clean, and there were no flush toilets in the era, so they built toilets similar to those of later generations, and at the same time prepared water to rinse them, and even had special wooden barrels for washing the lower body. This is much more advanced than China's barrel toilet in the same period, and compared to Europe...... Europe is now a wild place, and Lao Luo remembers a historical report that in London for 600 years, there were still people drowning in toilets.

The rejection of filth, the habit of the Arabs, has continued into later generations. Lao Luo remembers visiting hotels in the UAE, and compared to all the hotels in the world, their bathroom facilities are the most advanced. I don't know which expert has made such a statistic that the Arabs are the least hemorrhoidal people in the world.

After sighing, Lao Luo took Mnaki out for a walk, and the rest of the people were ordered by Lao Luo to be led by Camille to buy camels, anyway, choosing camels is Camille's basic survival skill.

Suez City in front of her is a port city near the sea, although she is not with the dock, but walking on the street, you can always see people in different costumes, so Lao Luo and Mnachi's hooded robes are not conspicuous at all.

All the roads are covered with stone slabs, and the width can be staggered up to four horse-drawn carriages, and the busiest roads are either lined with shops or mosque temples. Lao Luo didn't have the desire to visit the temple, so he randomly found a shop that sold tea and snacks and sat in.

This type of shop actually functions similarly to the bars of later generations, but the Qur'an teaches that alcohol is forbidden, so there is no place to drink alcohol in the territory of the Arabs of this era, let alone sell alcohol.

Lao Luo and Mnaki sat opposite each other at a small table with all kinds of sweet snacks and tea in tin pots, talking and listening to the small talk of the people around them.

"Mnachi, how does it feel to be out of the tribe for so long?" Lao Luo asked casually.

"Well, what do you say, boss," Mnaki scratched at the pigtails on his head, "very ...... Very chaotic? That's the word. ”

"Hehe, I understand, the world of the Maasai people is very small, and the outside world is very big" Lao Luo said understandingly, and then pointed to the other party's head, "I have seen a lot of things, and your head is a lot of things, and it's a little chaotic, right?" ”

"That's right, that's what it means."

"It's normal, so don't say it, listen and watch more, and then think about it, and you'll understand it after a long time." Lao Luo is actually very pleased, these two people brought out from the Maasai tribe actually have good understanding, rarely speak much, but have good execution.

This kind of small teahouse is actually a good window to the world, and whether the people around you can understand what they say or not, they can always see something from some mannerisms and conversations.

There are trivial matters in the family, disputes over business interests, collisions between ethnic groups, and even the occasional military movement in the upper echelons of the Fatimid kingdom.

The people in the teahouse are also interesting, the Arabs of this period are still in a period of integration, and many different tribes are merging with each other. For example, blue tattoos can be seen on people's hands and even on their faces; Some are wearing nose rings, earrings, and a lot of rings on their wrists; Others wore fat bloomers, pointed boots, and upturned beards.

In fact, there are many people who are not of Islamic faith, such as Jews with small round hats on the back of their heads, and Greeks with curly blond hair...... Lao Luo did not understand why religious conflicts could persist for thousands of years, even though both Arabs and Jews were said to be descended from the Semites.

When it was getting late, Lao Luo and Mnaki returned to the hotel. On the way, I noticed that many of the houses of the low-level Arabs were not insulated, because they moved their beds to the roof and planned to sleep outside at night.

The three of Camille had already returned to the hotel, they had bought ten camels, and were asking the attendants of the hotel to help them with them.

So the next few days are all about getting ready for the road, including everyone learning how to ride a camel. Needless to say, Camille is a good equestrian, and the other three have only practiced riding horses on Mombasa Island, and they all need to learn it seriously, this kind of large mount is actually the same as a horse, with different personalities, docile, stubborn, and short-tempered.

Therefore, Eighteen Lang, who is still unstable in his heart, was bullied by his mount. It is said that the character of the mount sometimes learns from the master, and the camel that behaves very tired will lie on the ground for a while and will not get up, and will stand up and not move for a while, and will ignore the shouts of Eighteen Lang, and the crying and laughing Eighteen will finally reluctantly tame his mount with the help of Camille.

Until he set off for Carlo, Eighteen's mount still gave him a little action from time to time. But perhaps this is what keeps people from getting depressed on the way from Suez to Cairo.

Starting from Suez, Lao Luo did not take the people to the north of the water system, but planned to go directly through the desert to Cairo in the west. In fact, there were many people who took this route, and many caravans to Cairo also took this route.

Although the road to Cairo is not very far, the desert is not peaceful, and occasionally I hear that there are sand pirates, so the caravan on the same road is not willing to make friends with Lao Luo and his group of five. Because Lao Luo's people are all very strong, and at the same time they carry weapons, the most important thing is that they don't bring goods, who knows what they do with such a team?

The people who were excluded didn't really care, there were two jokes from time to time, and they didn't get bored at all along the way. At night, when you are resting, you can light a bonfire, Kamil is really not a gentleman, and you can play an old Arabic folk song with your musical instruments, and Naga and Mnaki can also perform a primitive rabbit dance.

Speaking of old Girohard's scheming was really not in vain, Camille was no longer the vulgar boy he had spoken at the hotel, although he still tried to avoid the serval Hua Biao walking.

He was greatly touched by the experiences along the way, the training at sea, the changes in Mogadishu, the invasion of pirates, the chaos of McNee, and the pilgrimages. This can be seen from his later behavior, anyway, in Lao Luo's eyes, this kid looks a little promising young man.

As for Cui Shibalang, except for the occasional quarrel with Camille, he looks like a child, and the rest of the time he also looks like a warrior. Of course, the image during the journey cannot be seen, because he has not yet been crowned, and the loose hair of Eighteen Lang is blown like a weed by the wind, almost covering his delicate face.

Naga and Mnaki are also dressed like everyone else, hooded robes, and the difference is that Naga's figure is more and more horizontal, and he looks much stronger than strong. Mnaki has a tall and thin figure, and with the scimitar he carries with him, he has lost the feeling of "weakness" in the past.

In fact, in the eyes of everyone, Lao Luo's change is the biggest. Especially in Naga's eyes, the tall warrior with short hair seemed to be taller and burlier now, and his longer hair spread out like a lion with an awe-inspiring momentum. If Naga's vocabulary were richer, he would say that Lao Luo was originally like his bloody long knife, but at this time it was like a heavy sledgehammer with a sharp edge but dignified in his heart.

Walking in the desert was difficult, and even with camels, it took five days for the group to reach the outskirts of Cairo.

If Suez, where Lao Luo left, was a small newly built town, then the city of Cairo is a huge mountain of cities, because the roofs of the minarets and mosques in the distance stretch like a continuous mountain, and with the sunshine and yellow sand walls, everything seems to be as shocking as a golden light.