Overnight, Feida's hair turned completely white.

"Holy Lord, why extinguish it when you have generously given me hope?"

Poisoned tea was on the desk again, and this time, the son standing next to him did not stop him anymore, and watched everything silently with tears in his eyes.

Despair.

All the wealthy businessmen who rushed to take a stake in the chocolate factory discussed and withdrew overnight, even if they did not hesitate to pay liquidated damages.

It all had to do with the incident the night before.

On that night as dark as ink, the owner of a carriage and horse shop under the Chamber of Commerce did not know who he heard, and he secretly sold a batch of grain to a black market grain merchant. The black market grain merchants then sold the grain to the Menzaro who had infiltrated the surface.

Suddenly, the light stone lamps lit up, and the arrows rained down. None of those who were present for trading, whether black market grain merchants or Mensalo, survived.

Murtaiz was involved in a big deal, and the Feida Chamber of Commerce was ordered to cease all operations pending inspection.

Clear-eyed people know that the new leader of the Guardian Holy Army, the person who can cover the sky with one hand in the port, is going to attack the Feida Chamber of Commerce.

Let's protect yourself.

Contracts for the payment of liquidated damages are on the table, and Feida is not short of money, but he is desperate.

How vulnerable you are to tyranny and sword, O merchant!

Each partner who came to pay the liquidated damages shed tears of guilt, and Feida smiled and hugged them one by one.

I'm sorry, Brother Feta, brother...... I still have a family to support, and I'm powerless, I'm sorry!

It doesn't matter, there are difficulties. Next time, next time there is a good deal, I will definitely call you again.

Stupid, dictator, you are forcing these honest businessmen to ruin their credibility!

Feta's tears had dried up, but there was a fire burning in his heart.

First the Mensaros, then us merchants, and next, who will be!

Dictator, I will wait at the Holy Lord and see what happens to you!

There was a soft knock at the door, and it was Bahasis, the faithful butler.

"Sir, there's something wrong with the chocolate factory. ”

"Confiscated?"

"No, last night a group of ruffians tried to take advantage of the opportunity to rob and were chased away by the workers and townspeople at the construction site. ”

Ibrahim was taken aback, and then rejoiced: "There is such a thing?"

At the request of Royce, the partner and president of the Rohr Chamber of Commerce of the Kingdom of Nuevo Tenotirán, the chocolate factory was located on the outskirts of Kuharama, northwest of the port, and construction workers and workers were recruited from the local area, as well as a settling-in allowance and salary in advance.

"Yes, young master. The workers and townspeople said that it was the lord who gave them a place to feed their families, and that they could not tolerate the villains to make trouble. ”

Ibrahim's tears fell suddenly: "Good people, there are still good people! Father, do you hear that our efforts have paid off." ”

Feida remained silent and said, "Finish speaking." ”

Bahasis said: "However, the two sides fought and killed three ruffians. Now, a group of ruffians are blocking the door with the corpses and making trouble, demanding that we pay for it. ”

"Where's the patrol?"

"The police have been called, but they have not come until now. The Holy Apologists have asked us to negotiate on our own and restore order as soon as possible, or else we ......"

Feida sighed: "Forget it, how much do they want, give." ”

A chuckle suddenly came from the door: "Master Feida, your kindness is too outrageous, isn't it?

It was President Royce's butler George, who was a butler, but Royce's confidant, and could even make decisions for Royce in many things—Fita couldn't understand why the two had such a tolerant and tacit relationship.

Feida said: "These things are not accidental, there must be someone behind the instructions, if we start to drive people out, I am afraid that it will be in the hands of the other party, and then it will be ......."

George smiled: "What will happen then? The other party has already forced the door, and if he doesn't fight back, the Menzaro people will be a lesson from the past." ”

Ibrahim said angrily, "We are just merchants, what do you say we should do? Do you want to hire Assasin to assassinate again?"

"Assasin cannot fight tyranny, and there must be another way to fight tyranny. By the way, the factory and the carriage and horse dealership business, they want to seal it, even if it is sealed. There is no need to beg, let the enemy see the joke in vain. ”

"Then how are we going to survive?

"Please be patient, and in three days, you will see. In order to reassure you, I promise that no matter how the political situation at the port changes, the Rohr Chamber of Commerce will continue to increase its investment in the Feida Chamber of Commerce. Mr. Feida, I have been assigned by the President today to talk to you about another collaboration. ”

Feida sighed: "Your chamber of commerce's love for contemptible people really makes contemptible people feel ashamed, please speak." ”

"On the formation of an expedition to find fragments of the Commentary on the Commentary on the Book of Heaven, written by the Prophet Mahammad, a member of the Prophet Mahammad, who could resolve the current chaos in the Araba Peninsula. ”

Feida's face changed drastically: "Who the hell are you? What do you want to do!"

"Mr. Feta, don't be so alarmed. As a patriotic businessman, he did not hesitate to scatter his family wealth to organize expeditions, and went to the depths of the desert again and again to find the fragments of Zhu Shu, and he did not regret his death. ”

"You're from Doland, what do you want to do!"

"A chaotic Arabis is not good for me to be rich. The bards, the sheer taxes, the bewildering, bite-wrenching officials – that's not what you're looking for, is it?"

Fida glared at George, who looked at him without fear, and said calmly: "Look at the new commander of the Holy Protector Army, it has only been a few days, and this place has been in a miasma! You want an enlightened, stable, and secular Arabic regime, and we want to enjoy the good trade and investment environment that this regime brings—each according to his needs, how about it?"

"Promise him, Mr. Fida. ”

This new addition made everyone in the room stunned except George.

Feta's gaze crossed George's shoulder to the door, and a spirited, long-bearded old man looked at him with a smile.

"Na...... Accept...... Najmuddin Big Berka, Big Boka, Holy Lord, am I dreaming? It's not a hallucination, it's not a hallucination! Tell me it's not a hallucination!"

The person who came was none other than Najmuddin, the religious star of the Inslan Cult of the Alabic Empire, and he smiled and said, "Why, I haven't seen a real person, I've always heard my voice, right?"

Three times a day, the Holy Mosque will play the prayer of the "Sutra of Babel" that he recited, and since childhood, it has been the same every day, and no one knows it.

"These brave Gentiles saved me with miraculous technology, leaving the despicable assassin with a fake corpse. I can't come forward yet. Wait for all the enemies to jump out, and then wipe them out. ”

Feida almost jumped for joy: "Yes, yes, obey!"

"I've already decided, cooperate with them, secretly organize an expedition, and retrieve the fragments of the sage's note!"

George laughed, "Until then, the expedition needs one person. ”

"Who?"

"The leader of the Mensaro uprising, Hassan the Black Lion. ”