In the evening, while the Moorish tribe was celebrating the victory of the hunt, a banquet was also held in the palace in Mombasa. The organizer of the banquet was, of course, Great Chieftain Duamang, but this banquet was not to celebrate anything, but to let the Moorish tribe and Future Group bury the hatchet.
Therefore, Great Chieftain Duamang also invited the emissary of the Moorish tribe and Future Development's Africa Manager, Feng Yuan.
Even if his brain was not very smart, the person who could sit in the position of the African Great Chieftain was definitely not an idiot. One was his most ferocious hound, and the other was a sharp-edged goat. In order to let the goat's fur grow, appropriate appeasement was necessary.
However, the two people sitting at the banquet did not seem to have any plans to shake hands and make peace.
Before the banquet began, the Great Chieftain first spoke a lot of high-sounding words, then pulled all the nobles and courtiers to drink together, and then said something like "harmony is the most important" and "no next time". For the Moorish tribe who took the initiative to provoke, he did not even reprimand them.
"… You and Manacara are important friends of our Steel Tooth Tribe. I hope you can toast each other a glass of wine, let the seeds of hatred turn into dust on the Sahara Desert, and be taken away by the breath of Mother Earth. "
After that, Duamang glanced at Feng Yuan and Manacara sitting across from him, indicating that the two could toast each other.
From the previous words of Great Chieftain Duamang, Feng Yuan learned that the name of the emissary was Manacara, a noble of the Moorish tribe, and a warrior with considerable prestige in the tribe. Silently remembering the name, Feng Yuan did not say anything and stood up.
Two maids wearing golden jewelry came forward with trays and walked to the two people sitting across from each other. The gold-plated wine glass was placed in the center of the tray, and the shaking wine was like blood.
In any case, there was nothing wrong with wine.
However, just as Feng Yuan reached out and picked up the wine glass from the gold-plated tray, Manacara, who was sitting across from him with his arms crossed, did not even touch the wine glass. Instead, he directly spat at the wine glass brought by the maid.
The atmosphere at the banquet turned cold in an instant. Everyone looked at Feng Yuan, who was standing there alone, as if they were watching a good show.
Manacara seemed to feel that what he had just done was not enough. After spitting, he looked at Feng Yuan contemptuously and used a voice that everyone could hear to humiliate him.
However, because the messenger wasn't speaking in French, Feng Yuan didn't understand what he was saying.
Feng Yuan didn't get angry. He tilted his head slightly and whispered to the translator standing behind him.
"What did he say?"
The translator standing behind him hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and finally braced himself to speak in a low voice.
"He said … the Moorish tribes don't sit with cowards. That would taint our totem …"
"I understand."
After listening, Feng Yuan was unexpectedly calm, so much so that the translator standing behind him was slightly stunned.
Seeing that the yellow-skinned man had no reaction, the nobles, courtiers, and representatives of the other tribes sitting at the banquet table looked at Feng Yuan with disdain and disdain. They had originally been waiting to watch a good show, but now, they were looking at Feng Yuan with disdain.
On this grassland, the strong were the order, and the weak were destined to be enslaved. This was the law that had been running since before the war. Whether the outside world was peaceful or destroyed, it had never changed. In the face of the humiliation of other tribes, if they did not even have the courage to fight, they would only be looked down upon by everyone.
Feng Yuan didn't take those contemptuous gazes to heart. He just glanced at Great Chieftain Duamang and saw that he didn't say anything about Manacara's behavior. Feng Yuan understood the meaning in his heart.
If it was in Pan-Asia, spitting in front of the owner was not the enemy's face, but the owner's face. Even a reckless man wouldn't do this. But there didn't seem to be so many twists and turns here. Just looking at the chieftain's natural look, he knew that he wouldn't blame the Moorish tribes for this.
Perhaps this was the difference between civilized people and barbarians.
"It seems that among the servants of Great Chieftain Duamang, not everyone understands etiquette. It just so happens that I'm not interested in drinking with uncivilized beasts. " With that, Feng Yuan poured the wine in the glass on the ground, then looked at Manacara, who was sitting there with a disdainful face, and said casually, "As for your glass, I will make you drink it while kneeling."
Manacara grinned, revealing a ferocious look.
"You can try, Monkey."
This time, he spoke in French.
Just then, the palace gate was suddenly pushed open, and a black soldier hurriedly trotted in. He knelt down on one knee beside Chieftain Duamang, and hurriedly said something.
Because it was too far away, Feng Yuan didn't hear what he said, but he saw that Chieftain Duamang's face gradually turned ugly.
At this time, the EP on his wrist rang.
Feng Yuan clicked on the screen and saw the text message, as well as the attachment attached to the text message. Feng Yuan looked at Manacara sitting across from him again, and the corners of his mouth raised.
"I didn't think I would fulfill my promise so soon."
As he spoke, he took out a memory card from his pocket, inserted it into the EP, then stuffed it into the holographic computer pen, and threw it on Manacara's table across from him.
The moment Feng Yuan threw the holographic computer pen over, Manacara's pupils suddenly contracted, and his cheetah-like muscles tightened. But after he realized it wasn't a weapon, he smiled disdainfully and let down his guard.
"You can open it. If you don't know, I can teach you," Feng Yuan said in French.
Manacara smiled again, reached out, and pressed the button on the holographic computer pen to prove to Feng Yuan that he knew how to use this thing. However, the moment he pressed the switch, the holographic screen popped up, and the image that emerged made him stunned.
On the screen was a picture of the ground overlooking from a high altitude.
Because it was night time and the altitude was too high, he could only see a few bright spots in the middle of the screen.
Manacara vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what exactly was wrong. Suddenly, he found that the hill in the corner of the screen seemed familiar.
However, just as he planned to take a closer look, the screen suddenly zoomed in on the direction of the bright spot in the middle.
Manacara was stunned.
Only then did he finally see it clearly.
The center of the screen was his tribe, and the rising flame was the bonfire of the sacrificial celebration.
Suddenly, something fell from the side of the screen and quickly turned into a black dot that blended into the night.
Just as Manacara was thinking about what had just flashed past the camera, a dazzling white light exploded in the sky above the Moses tribe without any warning ….
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