"May the Lord of the stars and moon bless you safely, where did you come from? What goods did you bring? ”

"May the Lord of the Stars and Moon bless you safely, we are from the City of Stars and Moon!"

"Oh, it's from the Holy City!"

The City of the Star and Moon refers to the place where the "messenger" was first enlightened by the Lord of the Star and Moon, Mecca, and when he heard that the person in front of him came from that place, the soldiers who were originally evil were also a little polite. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes, we are servants of the Hashemite family, and on behalf of His Highness the Holy Descent Hashem, we have brought twenty-three camels, fifty-five sheep, and sixteen donkeys, wishing the cause of the Ottoman Empire for generations to come."

Jones's star-moon language is unquestionable by any measure, with an elegant tone, a steady pace, and a bit of a Holy City accent.

"The Lord of the Stars and the Moon bless you, the Lord of the Stars and the Moon bless you."

Hearing that it was actually a saint from the Holy City, the captain of the team guarding the city gate was excited, although he claimed to be a servant, it was not surprising that the butler who led the team had a bit of noble blood.

Although most of the people in the Ottoman Empire worshipped the disciples of the Xingyue Sect, while the Persian Empire worshipped the descendants, the descendants of the "messengers" actually did not have any real power in Persia, so naturally some people turned to eat the Ottoman Empire's idle meals.

The Ottoman Empire had a great cause, so naturally he didn't care about raising a few idlers, so he drew a little land for them in the holy city and gave them favor.

Because of their different teachings, they did not pose a political threat to the rulers of the disciple sect, so they were relatively easy to influence, and soon developed into a local tycoon in the Holy Land.

"Oh, didn't you just send the sheep last month, why are you here again?" The captain of the city gate team asked himself, "Lord Hashem is extremely attentive to the cause of His Majesty the Caliph. ”

"With such a large number of livestock, your number is a bit small!" The soldier asked this question, not because he was suspicious, he had been standing here for more than a month, and his vigilance had long since worn out with time, and it was impossible to see through Jones's bluffing.

"In fact, the livestock and the manpower were much larger." Jones looked very sad, "We met a tribe of drow elves in the desert who still refused to accept the Lord of the Star and Moon, of course we went to preach, and then they rebelled. ”

"What?!" As soon as he said this, the soldiers were in an uproar, "In such a place close to the coastline, there are still tribes that do not believe in the Lord of the Star and Moon?" ”

"It's not very close to the coastline, so we went to an oasis that was more inland in search of water." Jones's claim is basically true.

It was for this reason that the original caravan was ambushed by the Austrians.

Of course, they are not caravans sent by the Holy Descendants, and the Hashemite family hates loyalty when they send supplies once, how can they send it twice, Jones said this, just to draw more hatred to the Drow tribe in the desert.

They entered the city without any problems, handed over their cattle to the local administrators, and received roughly one-twentieth of the value of the cattle and sheep.

"This is a piece of loyalty that our master has offered to His Majesty the Caliph, how dare we take money?" Jones waved his hand.

And the administrator of the harvest, with a smile, said that this was not the money for the purchase of cattle and sheep, but the "sweat money" of the delivery person, Prince Mustafa.

Although it was a local offering, Prince Mustafa still paid a part of the military expenses to these delivery people who worked hard all the way.

Jones was very good at paying half of the sweat money to this official, and then the other party resolutely refused to accept it, and after Jones insisted repeatedly for a long time, he still refused to accept the money.

In the end, Villefort found a solution, and he took out a large piece of salt, which he reluctantly accepted.

This is only a tenth of the sweat money, a ratio that Jones admires, and it is rare to pay some hard-earned labor for delivery, and even rarer to be able to manage his subordinates so well.

In most cases, the leader orders to give the transporter a little hard money, you are not a well-informed person, you don't know that there is this policy, and you are directly given by the handler.

Even if you know this policy and don't give more than 30% of the benefit fee, you don't want to get this kind of dispensable subsidy.

"No wonder this Grand Prince Mustafa has such a high opinion in the Ottoman Empire." Jones was very impressed, he had not dealt with Prince Mustafa's subordinates, but only knew the reputation of the other party, "I have several downlines in the development of the Ottoman Empire, and they are all infinitely fascinated by him." ”

"Is that okay?" Villefort was still a little worried, he felt that the idea of impersonating the Saint was not very good, "whether it would attract unnecessary attention." ”

"No problem, I'm like that in Damascus and Beirut." Jones has a lot of experience working behind enemy lines, and this is just a small scene, "The cover of the servant of the Holy Descent is not very important, but it is very sensitive, and it is easy for no one to come to us, which is just convenient for us to move here." ”

Most of his subordinates speak very badly, which is fine, just say that they are all bought slaves.

"Still moving here?" Villefort thought he would be able to leave immediately, "Didn't we already know about the situation in Benghazi?" ”

Wu Xin's order was to let them see if Benghazi had been occupied by the Ottoman Empire and restored its port function.

"The enemy has recovered Benghazi and has established a large stronghold and is about to launch an offensive on the port of Tripoli." Villefort was anxious to bring this message back to Wu Xin, whose home was also the port of Tripoli.

"I've already sent a member of the team back." As soon as Jones spoke, Villefort noticed that there was one man missing from the team.

There was a tacit understanding between Jones and his subordinates, and even Villefort could hide it, and the Ottomans certainly didn't pay attention to it.

"You told me that the port of Benghazi was razed to the ground just three months ago." Jones was much more experienced than Villefort, "Now tell me, how big is the city than it was three months ago, before it was abandoned?" ”

"It's bigger than it was three months ago." Villefort quickly concluded that Benghazi was then a military stronghold with a very limited number of inhabitants, and that "Benghazi is now a real city." ”

When they entered, they saw many newly built houses along the way.

"There are at least 5,000 inhabitants here." Jones judged, "All of them have been here in the last three months. (To be continued.) )