A short time later, a brightly dressed black warrior arrived at the scene, and compared with the surrounding natives and plainly dressed East African soldiers, this black warrior knew at a glance that his status in the Yek Kingdom was not low.

"I am the bodyguard of His Majesty Mrsiri, and His Majesty has agreed to receive you, so please come with me." The black samurai said.

"Please." Becker politely made a gesture in response.

The black court guards of the Yek Kingdom took Becker and others towards the capital of the Yek Kingdom.

I don't know how long I walked, and I saw a city, surrounded by large and small slums, and in the middle of which stood a magnificent palace.

The environment of the city is naturally unsightly, and East Africans cover their mouths and noses before crossing dirt roads that are mixed with an unknown liquid.

This made the palace guards of the Yeke Kingdom feel very shameless, but this group of East Africans was the guest whom His Majesty wanted to see by His Majesty Mrsiri, and it was not easy for them to have a seizure.

When everyone passed through the slums, it was as if they had suddenly come to another world, the mud road turned into a paved road of stone slabs, and the palace that they had just seen outside the city had a circle of walls around it, but it was too low to be covered by the slums, so that everyone did not see it.

This is probably the royal city of the Yek Kingdom, the royal city reveals a strong Arabic architectural style, stone pillars, carvings are not the aborigines' own things, this should be the original Mtsiri specially invited the Zanzibar Sultanate craftsmen to build.

The black guards entered through the city gate with Becker and others, and the guards guarding the gate saluted him with guns in their hands, and when they passed through the city gate, the palace appeared in front of him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to Your Majesty's requirements, you are not allowed to enter the palace with weapons, and you can only enter if you hand over your weapons to us for safekeeping, otherwise you will have to rest here." The guard said to Becker and the others.

This is difficult for East Africans, guns are the root of life, especially in the enemy camp, naturally it is impossible to hand it over to the other party.

At this time, Becker called Merk over and said: "Mr. Merk, I have brought this matter to fruition, and naturally I need to be responsible for it to the end, and I will take the slave interpreter to meet that Msiri in a while, and you will lead the team to wait here, and if there is any trouble, you will have to rely on yourselves." ”

"Don't worry! Mr. Becker, if these natives don't open their eyes, I'll let them know what a lion's ass can't touch. Merk said.

"Well, then I'll go in first, you stay here, and if you can't wait for me to come out, you can decide for yourself what to do!" With that, Becker took the interpreter and followed the guards into the palace of the Yek Kingdom.

In the main hall.

"You are the messenger of the East Africans?" Wearing a golden crown and a palatial royal robe, Msiri reclined on a throne made of lion skin without a seat, and behind him several indigenous maids fanned the wind with fans made of banana leaves.

"Yes, I am an official of the East African royal territory, Mbeya, and I came here this time because I want to negotiate with Your Majesty." Becker said to Msir.

"Hmph, you East Africans are so bold, so many people dare to come and talk to me about business! You know, you've cut off my money! "Msiri said something very brainlessly, and almost broke Becker's defense.

Becker secretly thought in his heart, sure enough, these natives are uncivilized barbarians, who only know that the weak eat the strong, if East Africa is the weaker side, I am afraid they would have done it a long time ago.

But Becker still politely said to Mrsiri: "Your Majesty, why do you say this! We in East Africa have always been friendly with your country and have never neglected yours, and it can be said that our two countries have lived in harmony and sought common development over the past year or so. ”

Becker deliberately opened his eyes and said nonsense, so Msiri on the throne was laughed at angrily,

"No one else knows the details of your East Africa, but don't I, the greatest believer of Allah on earth, know?

Harmony? Thanks to you East Africans, when I left Tanganyika, that land was our local territory, and you must know that I also grew up in Tanganyika, and you East Africans just grabbed our land.

Is this what you call living in harmony? What a huge piece of land in Tanganyika, you have snatched all the way to the vicinity of the Yek Kingdom.

Moreover, you have a monopoly on the slave industry, which has caused our financial revenue to decline year by year, and now the kingdom of Yek would have disappeared long ago if it were not for my great King Msiri......"

Msiri counted the crimes of the East African colonies, and the more he talked, the more angry he became, after all, the biggest loss in East Africa was himself.

Originally, relying on the slave trade, the Yeke kingdom was in Central Africa, and it was going to be windy and rainy. Mrsiri also lived a life of poverty and luxury through the slave trade, but since East Africa cut off the trade routes, Mrsiri can only continue to live in luxury by further exploiting the natives of the region.

In fact, none of the above will make Msiri so angry, in Africa, it has always been stronger than anyone, and the winner takes all.

But East Africa is too unfavorable, and the most unbalanced thing in Mrsiri's heart is that the East African colonies continue to trade slaves, but they force themselves to contribute, and even if they don't pay for their efforts, they are equivalent to working for the East African colonies in vain.

After listening to Mrsily's complaints, the old god Becker finally had a dry mouth, so he found a drink to moisten his mouth.

Becker took the opportunity to say: "Your Majesty, in fact, you have misunderstood us in East Africa, and we are also quite peace-loving. ”

"Huh." Mrsiri watched Becker's performance like a monkey.

"In fact, most people in East Africa are peace-loving, just like me, I am definitely a messenger of peace, but there are bad people in East Africa!

In fact, I also want to communicate with Your Majesty when I came to your country this time, and the bad guys in East Africa have already begun to fight the idea of the Yeke Kingdom. ”

"Don't pretend! How many men are you ready to send to war in East Africa. Msiri said indifferently.

Saying this, Mrsiri has actually begun to plan to run away, and he naturally knows very well the strength of the East Africans, the Arabs themselves can't beat them, let alone the East Africans.

"Your Majesty, why do you say this, you all said that we East Africans love peace, and we are just a few people who want to stir up relations between our two countries, but we righteous people in East Africa will naturally not sit idly by, so I paid this visit." Becker said.

"And what do you want in East Africa?"

"Your Majesty, when I entered the palace, I already said that this time I am here to talk about cooperation, of course, it is beneficial to you, and at the same time it is beneficial to our East Africa." Becker said.

"What cooperation?" Although, Msiri knew that East Africa was not holding back his fart, but he still asked.

(End of chapter)