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Sudan stood in front of his second son, whom he both loved and hated, with a complicated expression.

Dillaman, my dear son...

Father! Dillaman quickly grabbed the iron railing, his eyes were red and his expression was ferocious, Father, I have thought about it for several days, and I think there is a loophole in our defense. If the British have a way to send the shells to the dock, We've got too much oil in there...

You should have heard what happened last night, brother.

A slender figure suddenly appeared behind the sultan, Elamanh bin Saeed, the eldest prince of the sultanate, and the biggest loser after Dilaman was favored.

A sickly blush glowed on his face.

Your plot succeeded. We buried the entire coastal fort with our own hands. The fire is still burning. In order to prevent the fire from spreading any further, my father had to order the houses near the pier to be bulldozed. Seventy-two households were displaced.

My plot...succeeded? Dillaman was stunned. How is it possible? Our coastal artillery has an absolute advantage in range. Even if one or two stray bullets ignite the oil tank, it should not be difficult to extinguish it...

Milani Castle. Elamanhe grinned, with the corners of his mouth upturned, but his voice was clearly indignant, The attack was launched from Milani Castle. Hundreds of shells fell from the sky, and the entire fort was under attack. Range. All the oil was detonated because of your advice, because Father believed in your advice.

British...British...

It's not just the British, is it? The Hassadi family of Riaman is stationed in Milani Castle. They are the buffer for us to achieve peace with the Imam. There is only one exception in this year...

Elamanche bared his teeth, and he stretched out every syllable to the longest.

Bashar Hassadi, your staff colonel, where is he?

Upon hearing that name, Dillaman fell into an ice cave.

He suddenly understood his mistake. When he was accidentally released from the hands of Lorraine, all he could think about was how to persuade the Sudan to be vigilant, and to persuade the Sudan to take precautions, so all he took away was the Old Muscat who was close to the royal family. Completely ignoring the feelings of those subordinates who followed him but did not associate with the royal family!

He didn't even tell them why,

Because Lorraine didn't give him a chance, all the generals were locked in a cabin, so he could only stay far away, and he was not allowed to say a word to anyone.

This is... a conspiracy!

Trembling with rage, Dillaman clung to the iron bars of his cell and yelled madly: This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy! Despicable British, despicable heretics! He deceived Bashar, he deceived Bashar!

Elamanhe smiled coldly: Cheat? I led people to search the Hasadi family's mansion today, and it was empty!

That's because the British deceived him! Bashar thought he was abandoned by the royal family, and maybe he thought this was the beginning of our attack on the Hasadi family, and of course he would steal his family...

This is very far-fetched! My brother. Because no one knew about your private dispatch of the fleet to leave the port before. Unless you or your people have British insiders, it is impossible for them to surround you and Bashar al-Hassa. Dee made a plan.

Internal response? Dillaman was stunned, and his blood rushed to the top of his skull in a moment, It's you!

He yelled at Elamanhe at the top of his voice.

You told me that a British fleet had sneaked into the mouth of Muscat Bay. You told me that they disrespected my father. You told me that my father would be happy as long as they were sunk...

You spitting blood!

I don't!

Father! Father!

The old Sultan felt his head was going to explode.

Two sons... the eldest has the support of the old Muscat aristocratic Jalali family, and the second has passion, talent, popularity and love.

They were originally his best candidates for succession, but now...

The old Sultan rubbed his eyebrows: Dillaman...

Father!

You said that the Hasadi family was deceived by the British, and you were deceived by the British...

Yes, yes, father!

Then prove it to me. The old sultan threw down the key of the cell, The coast fort is destroyed, it doesn't matter, as long as Milani castle returns to our embrace, Muscat is still our indestructible saint tomb.

yes!

...

January 16.

Lorraine had been ashore for three days.

Nothing new happened, and Hassadi and Hasadi didn't meet him.

The pros and cons of the night of burning Hong Kong are hard to say, at least in Fort Milani, the whites and the Arabs were divided into two distinct groups.

The white people occupy all the open-air places in the castle, including the roof, city walls, stairways and docks, just like the novels Lorraine read in his last life, living a life similar to that of trees.

The Arabs occupy those places that are not exposed, towers, turrets, and gun walls, dark and silent, and the mode of life is like shuttling in a mine.

It suddenly occurred to Lorraine that the dwarves and elves in those novels also seemed to have a relationship of confrontation and cooperation, and their confrontation time in the background was far longer than the awkward coexistence in the story.

Just like unpopular reality.

After all, stories are stories only because there is often a dragon that preys on both races.

The two races that don't like each other are united because of the evil dragon's disgust. They coexist in unity, cooperate in unity, find each other's advantages in unity, or fabricate some of each other's advantages.

The dragon is the root of a good life.

But... where is the dragon? Lorraine leaned on the battlement in boredom, kicked the wall bricks and said to his back, Go and ask Mr. Aziz. After eating, it's time to tell stories again.

Aziz is one of the twenty-three Omanis who have taken the initiative to become friends these days. Unlike those friends who love leisure, hate work, have their beliefs collapse, and fear punishment and punishment, Aziz is special.

He was a semi-civilian officer who was in charge of the flag of the Bargara Guard for Marshal Manziri, up to the rank of lieutenant-colonel.

He is a downtrodden nobleman, and in terms of seniority, he can barely be regarded as the nephew of the marshal.

He is also a historian, specializing in the 6th and 7th centuries, the most rebellious period of the Communist Party, when the prophets were not yet prophets, and they were still looking for a class leap like a mortal between grazing and traveling merchants.

Therefore, Aziz Ze Manziri is a hypocrite. He neither desires the 72 beautiful virgins in heaven, nor enjoys the exciting life of a machete and a book. Belief in religion can keep him from being excluded. This is what he is The only reason to be religious.

After waiting for a while, Aziz came to the battlements.

Does the President want to hear stories again? He asked in fluent French without the slightest accent.

I don't really want to hear stories that are too old today. Lorraine looked at the figures flashing by the opposite stone window from time to time, and suddenly had a whim, Aziz, how long do you think a person can last without basking in the sun?

Theoretically, it can never be posted. Aziz replied directly without thinking. There are legends about blood-sucking monsters in the West. This monster is still human in essence, but he only appears at night and never dies.

Lorraine couldn't help laughing: The blood-sucking monster is the enemy's slander on the son of the dragon. As far as I know, the earliest origin is Ottoman Turkey. It should be regarded as a strange legend in the Japanese world.

Son of the Dragon?

Vlad Tepes Dracula, Grand Duke Vlad III of Wallachia, owner of Dracula Castle.

His father, Vlad Tagul, was a member of the main dragoon organization of the Catholic Church against the Ottoman Empire at that time. Tagul means dragon in Latin, and Dracula is son of the dragon, so Vlad His Excellency Ladd III will have the title of Son of Dragon.

But if you find any clues about him in your culture, he should be called more impaler. This derogatory name comes from his vice. He likes to impale his captured enemies with spears. A row of Row and rot in front of the drawbridge at Castle Dracula.

It is said that those corpses rotting with spears once frightened an Ottoman Turkish general who called His Excellency Vlad III a bloodthirsty monster. But maybe his Latin is not up to standard? In short, as time goes by, there is the legend of that absurd blood-sucking monster.

Aziz listened with relish: It's a pleasure chatting with you, and it always confirms my point of view. I always think that all legends come from reality, such as thunder and lightning, strong winds, heat waves, and virgins.

Virgins shouldn't be a legend. Lorraine waved his hand, The Ottoman Caliphate ruled the Arab Empire in its heyday. There is no reason why he couldn't create a paradise that even the old man in the mountains could create.

Aziz's expression became more cheerful.

Today is of great significance to my life, my generous president, so I am going to dedicate the most beautiful story in my chest to you.

He cleared his throat.

This story will make me completely abandon my country. But I promise that by the end of this story, you will be able to regain rapport with an important ally... as wise as you are.

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