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In a drowsy state, Morocco was in front of him, with a slight shake of the airplane, the passenger plane stopped smoothly on Rabat International Airport, and through the window Joseph could see the honor guard and the middle-aged man in Arab costume on the side of the honor guard, not surprisingly the Moroccan king.

The guards were the first to get off the plane, and it was true that this was the capital of Morocco, but the guards had their own rules, and in any way it was not appropriate for Joseph to get off the plane first.

"Welcome to Morocco, His Highness Joseph."

"It is my pleasure to greet you, Your Majesty."

The first meeting between the two sides was undoubtedly very friendly, a large number of media clicked and wasted film, and the strong flash made Joseph can't help but close his eyes slightly, after all, he is not a person who has been in such a battle for a long time, and the first time is really a little unaccustomed.

Although the age gap between Joseph and the King of Morocco is relatively large, and the media also feels a little uncomfortable during the filming process, Joseph's identity should not be fake, and if someone else comes to greet him, it is estimated that there will be international disputes.

Accompanying the King of Morocco to inspect the Moroccan honor guard, more than a dozen bulletproof Audis stopped in front of Joseph, and the Audi in front of him made Joseph can't help but glance at the King of Morocco, but in exchange for a meaningful smile.

Helplessly shook his head in his heart Joseph got into the car, although Joanna was the first maid, but her identity was really not suitable for the same car as Joseph, and the co-pilot was William Otto, the chief of the guard department, and the deputy head of the Praetorian Guard.

In fact, not many people came to Morocco this time, except for William, the director of the Security Bureau, and Smith, the Minister of Commerce, only Schumann, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and the rest were some minor officials.

Morocco was greeted not only by the king, but also by a series of high-ranking officials, including the prime minister, the minister of state, the foreign minister, the speaker of the House of Representatives, and military generals.

If not, it's okay, the other party has such a courteous reception from a big country, which makes Joseph hesitate a little, in case someone brings up the issue of marriage, how can he refuse? Although Europe also pays attention to the orders of his parents, he is now in charge of the Nord Principality, and it is not his turn to speak anyway if he needs to go back to discuss and inform his father.

Sad! Rubbing his head with a headache, Joseph's heart was full of reasons for refusal, but he didn't think it was a suitable one.

Half an hour later, the convoy stopped outside a five-star hotel in Rabat, the sixth floor of which had been emptied, and the entire sixth floor was Joseph's territory from now until it left.

After entering the hotel, Joseph was not in the mood to look at the surroundings at all, and hurried into his presidential suite and asked the guards to call Smith and Schumann over, there was a banquet tonight, and Joseph must think of a solution as soon as possible.

It didn't take long for the two of them to come in a hurry, and it was obvious that they were aware of the problem Joseph was about to face, but by looking at their faces, Joseph knew that they had no good way to do it either.

"Your Highness, His Highness Hassan II should understand our situation, maybe, maybe he won't mention the marriage."

Although the words were said by Schumann, he knew from the tone that he did not have much confidence in saying it himself, Morocco is indeed not the best choice, but it is not impossible to choose, although it is not of the same origin, but in terms of identity, the two sides are almost the same, and even the identity of the Moroccan princess is higher than that of him, the Grand Duke of Nord.

"The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, let's talk about this matter in the evening!"

Joseph, who waved his hand and made the two of them leave, was a little annoyed, knowing that it would be better to let James or Abner follow, after all, they were the butlers of the Ragnar family, and they were more reliable for this kind of thing than a group of politicians.

If you can't figure it out, you don't think about it anymore, the worst plan is nothing more than that the Duchy of Nord gives up the best marriage party, anyway, the core of the Duchy of Nord lies in technology rather than marriage, and Joseph's mood suddenly improved after thinking about it.

Open the curtains, looking out the window at the streets of Rabat, Joseph couldn't help but compare it with the Duchy of Nord, in terms of land, even the capital of Morocco, Rabat, is much larger than the Duchy of Nord, and the population is a hundred times that of the current Duchy of Nord, but in terms of per capita income and citizen welfare, Morocco is much worse.

Joseph can confidently say that if he votes to keep the Ragnar royal family, he will get 100% of the votes, which is something that no royal family in the world dares to say at this time. Of course, no royal family would be really stupid to do such a thing, unless they were forced to do it.

The streets of Rabat can be dotted with wanderers, who may be assives, but there is no shortage of them in Europe and the Middle East, and they are true devout believers who can give everything for their faith.

The streets are not very prosperous, well, far worse than the northern part of the Nord district, and most of the citizens have yellow muscles on their faces, and their living conditions are not very good. Seeing this, a sense of pride suddenly arises, everything Nord does today is its own achievement!

"Your Highness, do you want lunch?"

I don't know when Joanna entered the door and looked back at her Joseph didn't speak, but his behavior of returning to the sofa had already explained, and Joanna, who saw this scene, hurriedly tidied up the water and helped Joseph, who was half-lying on the sofa, wipe his face.

"Joanna."

"Huh?"

"Don't you think it's wrong for Morocco to treat a nine-year-old boy like that?"

"You are the Grand Duke of Nord, Your Highness."

"Yes! I am the Grand Duke of Nord, the ruler of a country! ”

It's a pity that Joseph's age is a little young, and Nord is thriving, so it doesn't reflect Joseph's feeling of heroic end at this time.

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon after the rest, and the servants of the royal palace were already waiting outside the hotel, and today was the family banquet prepared by King Hassan II for Joseph, so no official personnel appeared.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse will have to be faced sooner or later, tidy up his little suit Joseph took the head of the guard Wilhelm Otto and walked outside, Schumann They are all members of the Nord cabinet, such a banquet is not suitable for them to attend.

The hotel is not very far from the royal palace, and in a few minutes the vehicle is parked at the gate of the royal palace, and two Moroccan soldiers open the gate and salute until the vehicle is far away.

Looking at the inner courtyard of the royal palace through the car window, Joseph praised: "The Moroccan army is very strong, and the guards of the royal palace are extraordinary. ”

Hearing this, Hassan II's butler hurriedly responded: "Although the Moroccan army is good, it is far worse than your highness's guards. ”

The butler was not flattering, he was telling the truth, and as soon as the guards of the guard bureau got off the plane, several generals of the military took a keen interest in the Nord guards, because in that respect, this group of guards was a master.

One or two such masters are not enough to attract attention, but as soon as they appear, there are more than ten or twenty, how can this not surprise the Moroccan generals?

Of course, these are just appearances, and no one knows how to really fight, after all, this is not a martial arts world, and it is impossible to gain insight into the other party's level at a glance. The previous conclusions were only speculations based on movements, eyes, and body shape.

The housekeeper's words Joseph smiled slightly, this is the default, if the previous members of the guard bureau were only comparable to elite special forces teams like the United States Navy SEALs, then each of the current guards can fight against the king of soldiers without defeat, whether it is fists and feet or guns.