Salander used to be the safest country on the continent.

Due to the centripetal force of religion and the efficient maintenance of government, Salander was a paradise for travelers in the past, and it was perfectly possible to travel alone on the land of Salander with priceless goods. The sultans of Salander had always attached great importance to road construction, and they quarried the strongest stones from the snow-capped mountains, and they pounced on the streets and alleys of the towns, and then connected the cities. There were post stations every fifty miles along the Saland's roads, which provided free drinking water to the people of the Salander religion and a low fee to the heathen.

Of course, if you have a large volume of goods that cannot be delivered, then Salander's well-developed dropshipping business will also solve the problem for you. Since the invention of the four-wheeled carriage more than a hundred years ago, the Salander people have rebuilt the road, which makes the land transportation capacity of the Salander people amazing, which is also the reason for the development of Salander's commerce.

In the past, the villages of the Salander were rich and peaceful; Their town is neat and beautiful; Their cities are bustling and orderly. The fine silks and porcelain trafficked from the East made the Salanders the 'Heavenly Capital' of the entire continent, and the Salanders controlled the trade for more than a thousand years, until the last few hundred years when the mainland obtained much cheaper Oriental goods from the southern maritime peoples. But for now, the Salanders are still the main importer of the beautiful goods of the East, and unless they can fly over the heads of the Salanders and trade directly with the Orientals, there is no reason to suspect that the Salanders will be rich forever because of this trade.

It is almost certain that this trade will not be exhausted, and once you have personally touched the cloth called silk, you will find that your clothes are so coarse and unbearable. Did you ever think that the smoothest thing in the world was a girl's face? Did you ever think that the lightest thing in the world was the fluff of a swan? Did you ever think the most beautiful thing in the world was a cashmere blanket with gold trim? Go look at the silk, it's going to kill you.

Once the increasingly wealthy ruling class knew of the existence of such a thing as silk, they could no longer do without it. And when they have used porcelain, they will be extremely disgusted with all their pots and pans, which are like children's mud. The Salanders kept the origin of the goods secret, but they eventually learned that these wonderful things came from the people at the end of the world. People fantasize about one day going beyond the Salanders to see it, which is said to be full of gold and spices, and where even monkeys are said to know how to write.

One only has to look at how wealthy the Salanders, the merchants of this kind of goods, are to imagine what kind of life that oriental people lived.

My father had read descriptions of the Oriental people in the background introductions of several poems, and since there was no specific reference, my father had been imagining what the Eastern Empire would look like with the Salander as a template. My father has always been full of reverence and reverie for that oriental nation, and he loves the house and Wu, but my father actually has the impression that Salander has never been bad. But when his father left Shariz and rode his camel through the land of the Salanders, his image of a beautiful paradise collapsed.

The environment in Salander has deteriorated completely, with dead people piling up on the roads and deserted villages. The efficiency of the war was so high that the prosperous scene was swept away in a very short time. After the rebellion, the entire Salander Empire was filled with flames and cries. At the beginning of the war, the government's territory was rapidly reduced to the city, the wilderness became a haven for thieves and rebels, and the coveted wealth became the object of looting, and now Salander was in a state of gloom. After the army, the villagers were requisitioned for food, batch after batch, and the villagers had been looted, but the war did not stop, and the farmers of Salander did not know that the peaceful life of the past tens or hundreds of years had come to an end, and the troubled times had begun.

The once-wealthy Salander is irreversibly sliding into civil strife and poverty. A prolonged period of turmoil and poverty will turn a country into extreme and fanatical conditions, and if a leader tells them that "the cause of this misery is the persecution and exploitation of foreigners", the people's discontent will quickly turn into a vigorous xenophobic movement, and then the war will spread to other countries and replant the seeds of suffering. When the rulers have left a country in shambles, what could be cheaper and more efficient than to transfer the conflict to a foreign country in order to maintain the stability of the country and the trust of the people?

When my father came all the way to Dukuba, the scars of Salander's new turmoil were all over the place, and as my father walked into the city, a group of well-dressed men knelt at the city gates, a group of soldiers waited for the order to execute them, and an officer read aloud something, presumably the accusations of these people.

"How?" Zaitsev came on his camel, "Salander is now a place where you can lose your head at any moment, and as a Karad, you should rejoice."

These days Zaitsev told his father a lot of things, about Salander, about Kugit, about the countries. These stories are often different from what the father heard, and even the games that appear behind everything are something that the father has never heard of, which makes the father full of doubts. The father asked Zaitsev again and again, and Zaitsev didn't seem to take this kid to heart at all as an enemy, and almost answered all questions. Even when his father was reluctant to listen to Garcia's iron hand in the Rhodok government, Zaitsev recounted Garcia's glorious deeds one by one in an almost excited tone.

His father's worldview is slowly being reset by Zaitsev, who seems to be convincing his father that the world is a freak of conspiracy, and that one conspiracy is connected to another.

"Except for the smile of a baby and the cry of a dying old man, nothing is doubtful". Zaitsev said with a smile.

The streets of Dukuba are noticeably deserted compared to Sharitz, with most of the shops closed, except for the soldiers-guarded bazaars where unsolicited furniture and crying slaves are sold.

Zaitsev pointed to the men for his father and said, "That's the daughter of the former Chancellor of the Exchequer, worth 3,000 dinars, oh my God, dozens of my slaves; This is the third wife of the city guard, isn't it very Peugeot, only 700 dinars, if I am still young, I will definitely buy it'''''

The father looked at the female slaves with gloomy expressions, and felt a little unbearable in his heart, Zaitsev's frivolous words especially made the father dissatisfied, "Sir, do you really have no mercy for women? This is not in keeping with the teachings of the Salanders."

"Haha, doctrine? Let me tell you, you're not the first to accuse me of doctrine, I'm a notoriously unruly fellow among the Salanders. If you want to talk about women, people are already old, and they don't want to go over so they have nothing to do. But speaking of which, there is a Nord girl'Forget it, there's nothing more to say", Zaitsev shook his head, "I don't know why, I like to say a few more words when I'm with you, especially I like to talk about what I've seen and heard over the years, maybe I'm old, I love to count how many times I almost lost my life, where I have had an affair or something, haha."

"A Nord woman?"

"It's coming." Zaitsev pointed to a temple in front of him, "You just rest there, there may be nothing to do today, tomorrow, I will take you to meet the person you are going to meet".

The father didn't ask any more questions, and in the flash of light, the father remembered the illusion that he had passed by when he was in Suno, when Gil and Zaitsev were standing together.

Zaitsev was received by a dean.

When Salander caused the disaster, the religious elders came forward to find the second prince when the situation was settled, and these people did not blame too much for the fait and facili, they just hoped that the second prince would not be killed, and that the temple would be willing to take in those people, and ensure that those people would not appear in the place where the Sultan did not want them to appear. This practice of the elders was tacitly accepted by the new sultan, and many former princes and nobles who had difficult identities and were troublesome to deal with were placed under house arrest in various temples. The fact that his father was able to be sent into this also set off Salander's special treatment of him on the opposite side.

Of course, my father had no idea about this, and he was led into a small room that was fairly clean by a waiter. Along the way, my father passed by many courtyards, where some Salanders knelt together and chanted their scriptures, and these Salanders seemed so devout that they did not even look up at him when they passed by. When the father was about to enter the main hall, the waiter told him to take off his shoes, and then put his shoes in a numbered bag and put them again.

When the father finally settled down, the whole temple was suddenly enveloped by a solemn chanting, and the people of Salander began to pray, and there was a heavy bell in the middle, and the father listened carefully for a while, and did not feel sleepiness slowly coming, and slowly fell asleep.

Due to overwork, the father did not dream. When he woke up, Zaitsev was already sitting on a small wicker chair in front of the window. Zaitsev took a strange wooden cylinder and sucked something, and then, as if by magic, Zaitsev spat out a large puff of white smoke, and his father instantly thought of the new weapon of the Salanders, and sat up nervously.

There was no rumbling sound or deadly flying stones. Watching his father's reaction, Zaitsev laughed.

"It's called a pipe, or hookah, to be exact."

His father was still nervous, especially when the smoke drifted towards him, and he was enveloped in smoke, and he smelled a strange fragrance. Knowing that this was not a weapon, my father was much more relaxed, but the smell of this smoke was really strange, and it was said that the Salander people were fond of spices, and all kinds of strange grass roots and flowers and leaves were eaten, and it seemed to be true.

"Cough cough, don't spray it, this thing is weird", the father said with a frown, fanning the smoke around him, "You came so early, that person is coming to see me?" When can I see Little Mary? ”

"Well, I''ll see you this afternoon, or never."

"'''Huh?'''

"That's right, if you want to meet that person and Maryan, you have to go through a trial."

"What trial? I'll just meet you, what kind of trial do you want? ”

"Don't say it so lightly, there is no hate for no reason, and there is no love for no reason. The love and hate of the previous generation often affects the next generation. Yes, one of the men your father saved wanted to see you, and it was he who protected little Mary; And a warrior who was humiliated by your father demanded that you be killed when he learned that you were here. That's fair, isn't it? If you want to see your little Maryan, let's go and marry that warrior first."

"This''", the father was confused by the sudden change.

At this moment, in a stone house two miles north of the temple, a Salander guard was preparing for the upcoming duel. This man is silent and has no quarrel with the world. He secretly left the palace with the second prince more than ten years ago and ran to the front line to find trouble with the Rhodoks.

The guard had remembered that night in a watchtower on the edge of the desert, when he had been resting with the second prince, suddenly more than a dozen enemies sprang out of the darkness, these were not well-trained soldiers, they were just some simply armed farmers, but these people took advantage of the sneak attack, and the leader of these people was agile and brave in battle. Soon, the watchtower was conquered by this small group of men. The leader of the raiders, enraged by the fierce resistance of the Salanders, ordered everyone's ears to be cut off, but for unknown reasons, this man did not humiliate the second prince.

The guard and several captives, including the second prince, were then taken to the camp of the Rhodoks. Then the raider returned to the front line, and it was more than a month later that the raider returned to the camp to pick up the men. At that time, the guards thought that the raider would make them slaves for the rest of their lives, so he kept persuading the second prince to identify himself so that he could be redeemed by the Sultanate, but the second prince insisted on not doing so, and the second prince said that he was very interested in the sneak attacker and wanted to see what this man would do with them.

At a river, the sneak attacker freed the soldiers and gave the second prince a horse.

All these years, although the guards knew which sneak attacker spared their lives. But whenever he saw people looking at him with surprised expressions, a bitter anger burned in his heart.

For so many years, the guards have been tormented.

Until one day, the second prince, who was already a sultan, found him and told him the news: the son of the sneak attacker had been captured.

The guard was stunned for a moment, then showed a miserable smile, his face distorted slightly, "Allah" ''You finally heard my prayer'''"

The second prince's face was expressionless, and there was only one young guard left who followed him to mess around, "You still don't want to forgive?" ”

"Allah says that hatred makes the flower wither, and Allah says that hatred makes the seed no longer germinate. But look at it, my majesty", the guard took off his turban, revealing his empty ears, "and when I go to hell, I will take this ugly look with me, and look at it!" I can't stop hating him, and since Allah has given me this opportunity, I don't want to let it go. ”

"What are you going to do? Need me to arrange a duel between you? To be honest, I didn't find it interesting to meet that person's son directly. ”

"Can I kill him".

"Of course. However, he can kill you too", the Sultan nodded slightly, "Let Allah decide!" ”。