Early in the morning, Lao Luo boarded Mombasa Island in the mist of the sea, and as for the fishing boat, Lao Luo threw Filas and his four minions, and gave them their original weapons and some food. For Lao Luo, it doesn't matter whether he kills them or not, a son who has fled and lost his henchmen, the son of a former minister of the Arab Shiite Fatimid dynasty is far from a threat, and the Fatimid dynasty for the next twenty years will be the era of Abu Ali, and it would be good for Filas to live under the pursuit.

Damn Mombasa hadn't even started construction at this time, and it would be a century before the Arabs would build a port here. Right now, it's just a deep water bay, a dock made of a few logs and some planks, through the cracks in the planks, the river or sea below emits a foul smell, and maybe the corpse of some unknown or some unlucky guy is hidden underneath. Of course, this is speculation, and perhaps even more disgusting, until the end of the nineteenth century, an Englishman invented the toilet, and until then, all countries or regions used bucket-like things to dispose of excrement, which was then poured into the water of the neighboring river. So don't talk about the pollution of water bodies in later generations, in fact the rivers of almost all cities of this era are stinky.

The long knife has long been put away, a scimitar is hung on his waist, the cloak is put on, Lao Luo pretends to be a traveling merchant, Naga and Mnachi are naturally bodyguards and other roles, although Lao Luo's figure is not the same, but this is just to cover people's eyes casually, which is not so conspicuous.

Out of the dock, the planks were gone, and then there was the muddy surface, Lao Luo warned himself not to look at what was underneath, although he had listened to Firas's introduction yesterday, he couldn't help but be disappointed today. In the distance, a few pieces of wooden walled wall loom under the shade of trees, and through the cracks in the wall, you can see that there are stone houses inside. Entering the living quarters, with the elevation of the terrain, the road on the ground is not muddy, it should be deliberately paved with sand and stepped on the solid, Lao Luo looked left and right at the nearby buildings, it was very messy, the sand and stone houses of the Arabs, the thatched mud houses of the local blacks were interspersed between coconut trees and palm trees.

According to Firas, there are four docks for large fishing boats on the entire island of Mombasa, which were basically built by Arabs, but one was seized by the Gerry people in the north, and the island is very complicated, with Sunnis, Shiites, and Christian Arabs each guarding a dock. The current dock is dominated by Shiites, led by a big merchant named Girohad, and several other strongholds are also led by merchants, after all, this is not a direct Arab territory, there is no garrison, so although there is a dispute between them because of the relationship between the dogs, it is not as direct as the conflict between Cairo and Baghdad Syria. In addition, the non-religious people were not as strict as those in their own tribe, and the reason for this was that the so-called merchants were profit-seeking businessmen, not conquerors' armies.

The morning bell rings, and it is the time for Muslims to perform their prayers. Lao Luo and two Maasai warriors explained this ritual and instructed them to behave and avoid when there were many people, after all, it is always better to have less trouble if there is no need.

All the Arabs and even some blacks are also doing worship, but there are many people who do not do worship, looking at the face and clothing are mostly blacks or Indians, this stronghold is not very large, in addition to the function of the Maasai tribe village is more, the area is not large, it is a small village and town, but there is no government station, a chamber of commerce is a higher stone house even if it is the management center of everything, the rest of the small restaurants, hotels, blacksmiths, carpenters, grocery stores, etc., The only thing that is common in the West is that there are no taverns, and alcohol is forbidden in the Arab world.

The inn was responsible for the management of camels or horses, and the tavern served as a place for sailors and merchants to rest and drink tea, and of course for similar job introductions, and it was also a place to inquire about information and obtain information.

After a random turnaround, to understand the prices, listen to the gossip of passers-by, look at the types of goods, and estimate that the worship was completed, Lao Luo found a small restaurant opened by Arabs, because the place is managed by Arabs, and the supply of goods led by them should be the most comprehensive, and the food should be the same, at least there are more categories and fresher.

In terms of price, it is actually not expensive, and it doesn't cost much for Lao Luo three people plus a cat. I haven't eaten rice or anything like that for a long time, so Lao Luo asked for a large portion of lamb shank rice, plus baked dough, a large portion of grilled lamb chops, plus mutton soup, and salad...... Rice and the like are not accustomed to the Maasai people, flatbread and barbecue are enough for the good appetite of Naga and Mnaqi, Hua Biao stared at the roasted soft leg of lamb, three people and a cat feasted, and finally had some salad to refresh it. Lao Luo ordered three servings of mint tea, pointed out to the two Maasai people the benefits of drinking tea, and listened to the gossip of the diner next to him.

The owner of the shop is a little strange for a cat to dine at the same table with the owner, and the flowers are not as docile as ordinary domestic cats, so it attracts the attention of some people. The Arabs, especially the Arabs on the Mediterranean coast, have received a lot of influence from ancient Egyptian culture, and there are many families who like to have cats, and the shopkeeper also likes cats, so he took the opportunity to bring tea to talk. "Honorable guest, may I ask you what kind of cat this is?"

Lao Luo looked at the chubby shopkeeper and pointed at Hua Biao, "Hello, boss, you said it's an ordinary grassland serval." ”

"Serval," the shopkeeper looked at Hua Biao, who was beside him, "how big is it?" ”

"Well, it shouldn't be more than a year old," Lao Luo casually looked at a few people around him with concerned expressions.

"Very nice little one, look at it should grow to a big size." The boss is obviously an expert, maybe he has a son or a cat at home.

"Well, this little guy has a very good appetite, and sometimes I guess he looks like a little leopard." Lao Luo looked at Hua Biao very dotingly, and Hua Biao seemed to feel the owner's concern, rubbed Lao Luo with his head, and climbed directly onto Lao Luo's shoulder.

"Hehe, it's a clingy little guy." The boss looked at Hua Biao more and more fondly, "What does it like to eat?" I ......"

"Outlander, how did you sell this cat?" Before the boss could finish his words, a vulgar voice interjected.

Lao Luo looked up at the owner of the voice a little strangely, a very handsome eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man with chestnut hair, dressed very gorgeously, but the expression on his face was not flattering, followed by two strong men who seemed to be bodyguards. "Why, didn't your mother teach you not to interrupt people at will?"

"You!" The young man's face flushed suddenly, and the two attendants behind him hurriedly followed.

"Oh, young Camille, don't disturb ......" The proprietor wished to temper the atmosphere, he didn't want any chaos to appear in his tavern, but unfortunately......

"Old Ahham, I don't need you to worry about my business," Camille, who blushed, continued to face Lao Luo, but didn't know how to speak, "You ......"

"Hehe, I wanted to hit someone with my fist, but I found that my hand was injured. Want to fight back again, but don't know how to fight back? Lao Luo looked at this Camille with some playfulness, "Is that what you're talking about?" ”

Camille was speechless by Lao Luo's squeeze, and stepped forward to Lao Luo's right side and stretched out his hand like a flower biao grabbing it.

Where will Lao Luo let him succeed, his left hand grabbed Camille's wrist and pressed down, and his right hand was under his armpit and then followed his direction, Camille was miserable, lying directly on the table in front of Lao Luo, and the soup and tea and food scraps on it were directly pasted on his face and the front of his clothes. But Lao Luo didn't want him to get up, so he grabbed the back of Camille's neck with his right hand and pressed his face against the table. After another gesture, Naga got up and easily ended Lao Luo's movements.

"Let go of our young master!" Camille's entourage is gone, and if he can't protect the young master, he will definitely be whipped when he returns.

Lao Luo patted Camille's head and looked at the entourage who spoke, "Do you think I'll let go?" ”

When the entourage didn't know what to do, the shopkeeper Aham approached Lao Luo and said, "Guest, you better let him go." This kid is the youngest son of Girohard. ”

"Hehe, thank you Boss Yaham, it's called Yaham, right?" Lao Luo accosted the shopkeeper Aham and said to Camille's entourage, "Are you sure I'll let go?" Or can you let me go? ”

The chubby shopkeeper next to him, Yaham, was speechless that the customer was still paying attention to his name, and sighed in his heart that the lawless boy Camille had finally met his opponent.

The other attendant, who didn't speak, grabbed the one who was screaming just now and spoke, "This one ...... My lord, I don't think you will hurt our young master, I wonder how you can let him go? Please make a condition. ”

"Conditions? Not...... Alright," Lao Luo looked at his retinue, which spoke very well, and turned to Naga and said, "Naga, turn his face sideways."

Camille, who had always been pressed against the table, could finally turn his head and no longer face the danger of suffocation, but the face felt strange - oil stains, soup, a few grains of rice, and spice sauce......

Lao Luo held back a smile, "Boy, well, boy Camille, you see that you have a good retinue who can talk, I decided to listen to his advice, you apologize to Yaham, and then apologize to my cat, and I will let you go if you promise, how about it?" ”

"Apologize to the cat?" It's nothing to apologize to Aham, and a word is over, but to the cat...... Camille's face was almost the same color as the sauce sticking to it.

At this time, there was a commotion not far away, Lao Luo turned his head to look, and a tall old man with a wrinkled face and a large white beard walked straight over, his clothes were very gorgeous, and he was followed by several fierce entourage. He obviously figured out the reason for the matter, and said directly to Lao Luo: "Strong guest, I am Camille's father, and the administrator of this place, Girohard, can you let go of my son for the sake of my identity?" ”

Lao Luo looked at Girohard carefully for a while, until he was about to get impatient, and then said: "Mr. Girohard, I can see that you are a responsible father, but are you sure that you can be responsible for your son for a hundred years?" ”

The people around him were quiet, and Girohard pondered Lao Luo's words carefully: "You mean? ”

"There is a saying in my hometown that a horse that has not fallen cannot run far, and an eagle that has not broken its wings cannot fly far. Do you say yes? Lao Luo did not pretend to be profound, for such an elder who has experienced a lot of affirmation, the best way to solve the problem is wisdom.

"Well, you're right!" Girohard deserved to be the manager of a camp, and after saying to Lao Luo, he shouted directly to his son from a distance, "Camille, do what this gentleman wants!" ”

Lao Luo motioned to Naga to let go of Kamil, and the cynical young man had long lost his insolence and looked frustrated and uneasy, and first bowed to Yaham, "I'm sorry, Boss Yaham." ”

Then he turned to Hua Biao on Lao Luo's shoulder: "Yes......"

"Oh, its name ......" Lao Luo suddenly felt that Hua Biao's name really didn't know how to say it in Arabic, and touched Hua Biao's head in embarrassment, "Beautiful little tiger"

"Oh, right...... I'm sorry, beautiful little tiger," Camille wished there was a crack in the ground that he could get into.

"Alright, boy Camille, remember that you have a respectable father, and don't disgrace him." Lao Luo's words were very beautiful, and Girohard, who brought back his son from afar, also lost the grievances in his heart.

"Hello, wise guest, I don't seem to have seen you before, and I don't know your name yet?" Jihad, who had pacified his son, was very interested in this tall and sturdy stranger, and he was strong enough to know by looking at Lao Luo's height, arms, and neck, and his wisdom could be understood by avoiding embarrassing words.

"I have many names, you can call me Bartol, Mr. Girohard." Lao Luo doesn't care about revealing his own deeds, people will always notice it in the days to come, and deliberately covering it up will make people repel and doubt, "I am a wandering traveler and am planning to go to the north in the near future." These two are my retinue. ”

"Well, welcome, Mr. Bartol, I hope you have a nice time in Mombasa, and we will see you again." Ji Luo Hade looked at Lao Luo seriously, said a few words, and Shi Shiran took his son away.

The small restaurant was once again lively, and "beautiful little tigers" became the main topic of discussion.

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