"Whoosh" "Whoosh"

Several crossbow arrows burst out of the darkness, and several of Nazanin's guards fell to the ground. A dozen thugs armed with bows and crossbows knocked over tables and chairs, and surrounded the two Bahraini who were still drinking amid the exclamations of the crowd.

The sudden attack stimulated the two people who were only three points drunk to wake up completely.

"Long time no see, my sister-in-law!" a young mob with a red silk scarf on his head came out.

"Jamal!" Nazanin said as he half-hid behind Bahrain as he watched the man who suddenly appeared in front of him with a mob of thugs.

The man pulled over a chair, sat down in front of the two of them, and glanced at the wizard Balin: "I thought my sister-in-law was different, and watched my brother die and my family destroyed under the persecution of your father. I had thought that you were like me, tormented by that terrible wail for countless nights. But today, it seems that you are having a good time, but I have been worried for a long time!" Jamal's tone was indescribably cold.

"I am an honorable member of the Golden Council, I ......" Before Bahrain could finish speaking, a thug kicked him rudely in the crook of his foot and fell to his knees with a thud.

A sharp sword was already around his neck.

"Bahrain-Constantine, Mr. Honorable Member of the Golden Council of the Section. Our leader has mentioned your name more than once!" Jamal looked at the wizard coldly: "It's just a wandering wizard, it's not harder to kill you than to kill an unarmed mortal, don't you say?"

Jama winked, and the two thugs shoved Nazanin from behind. The woman, known as Edgar's pearl, screamed and was pushed.

A thug stepped forward and escorted her hands behind her back to Jamal. The woman clenched her silver teeth, her big eyes looking around in fear.

"Listen to me, please listen to me!" Barin shouted quickly, the sword around his neck was so cold that his head could hit the ground at any moment.

Jama tilted his neck a little nervously, the corners of his mouth trembled for a while, as if he was restraining the surging killing intent in his heart, and finally let out a long breath: "I am a sane person, let's say, our foreign friend!"

"We are not enemies, the Golden Council has never been your enemy! We can talk, talk to you on behalf of the Golden Council!" Bahrain looked nervously at the mob leader in his chair, breathing heavily.

Jama stood up and smiled, reached out to caress Nazanin's beautiful face, and then slowly stroked her graceful body, and suddenly pulled out a dagger from her waist and slashed the artery of the woman's thigh. Streams of bright red blood flowed out.

Bahrain only felt a tingling of his scalp, this is an unreasonable madman!

"Okay, now we can talk. You've only got three minutes, and in three minutes this beautiful sister-in-law of mine will bleed to death!, I hope you can convince me!" Jamal stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva vigorously, Balin's mind raced: "The Golden Council can support you!" This was the biggest bargaining chip that Bahrain thought of.

"How to support?"

"Weapons, money, medicine, intelligence!" Bahrain looked at the woman who was being held by two thugs, her lips had lost their blood, and she could only use concise language to gain the trust of the other party.

"Sounds good!" Jama grinned, suddenly raising his dagger and stabbing the woman in the chest......

"Allah, great! Allah, great!" said the young al-Hakim Sultan alone in the deep prayer room, which had nothing but the blankets and golden basins beneath him, and the stone pillars and the dimly lit torches.

Since he inherited the throne, he has worked hard to do everything that a sultan of the Persian Gulf, a king, should do. Frequent reports of victories in foreign wars, and the domestic economy is lightly endowed, although the children of the powerful occasionally prey on the common people, they also basically enforce the law strictly.

This was supposed to be a symbol of the prosperity of the kingdom, and he fantasized that his people should live and work in peace and contentment. However, in the years of his rule, the rebellion has been rising one after another.

He couldn't understand why the mediocre kings of his grandparents, who had been at peace with each other, and the society that had remained orderly under the inactive monarchs of his neighbors, were in his hands.

"Is Allah really punishing me, the usurper?" he looked up at the top of the dark hall with empty eyes.

He has used all means to control the minds of the people, to control the speech of the people, and he has constantly sent ministers to publicize his merits and publicly execute the officials of the **. But why did they rebel, why did they rebel against their own monarch who brought victory and glory to the kingdom?

"It's all the freedom and democracy that the bastards of the Sea of Stars preach to blame, and it's all them!" Hakim roared in the hall.

"Otherwise my people would still be simple, and they will support whoever feeds! What a terrible thought!" muttered Sultan al-Hakim.

"Haven't you woken up, my brother, what the people really want is free thought, free speech, not a life like a walking corpse. The land is not yours, but the people! The grain is not yours, but the private property of the peasants themselves. A young man dressed in silk slowly walked into the main hall, dressed very differently from the entire Gulf region, but more like a councillor from the Sea of Stars.

"Hmph, it's the Golden Council's fallacies again. Ahmadi, for the sake of being my only brother, I condone your heresies. But you have to know that there is a limit to all this!" Hakim Sultan suddenly turned, and the momentum of a king burst out, and a pair of sharp eyes stared coldly at his brother.

"People can endure hunger, they can endure poverty, but they can't stand you closing newspapers and arresting journalists. Although you have done a lot of great feats, you have also allowed the right to escape from the cage. Is it really not ** today? No, it is even more ** today. The loss of the power to restrain the officials to do whatever they want in the hands of officials is no longer something that can be solved by beating a few tigers and killing a few high-ranking officials who have failed in the struggle. Brother, you are sinful in the present day!"

"Irony, you accuse your monarch as a courtier, this is your democracy? For your mother's sake, don't say any more, or prison will be your only place to go!" Hakim coldly stopped Ahmadi's words.

"Are you really going to put everyone who tells the truth in jail?" Ahmadi lamented.

"I want the truth about how to consolidate the power of our family, not the traitorous rhetoric of giving away power like you. It is my greatest responsibility to uphold the supremacy of the Alpha Id family, and it is the responsibility of every child of the Alpha Id family! I have never yielded since I succeeded to the throne, I am the Sultan, the Sultan of Edgar. You can be cowardly, but I can't!" Even in these years of smoke, Hakim still has the momentum of looking at the world.

He snorted coldly, reached out and pushed his weak brother to the ground, crossed his body, and strode away.

"Yes, yes, even if you have deceived my only brother into believing in a constitutional monarchy, yes, the Golden Council, your plot will not succeed!"