Chapter 184 Negotiation
Soon, a black warrior in brightly dressed arrived at the scene. Compared with the surrounding natives who were dressed in simple cloth and the plainly dressed East African soldiers, it was obvious that this black warrior had a high status in the Yek Kingdom.
"I am the guard of His Majesty Musiri. His Majesty has agreed to meet you. Please follow me." said the black warrior.
"Please." Becker responded politely.
The black palace guards of the Yek Kingdom took Becker and others towards the capital of the Yek Kingdom.
I don't know how long I walked before I saw a city. There were slums of all sizes around the city, and a magnificent palace stood in the middle.
The city's environment was naturally appalling. East Africans covered their mouths and noses as they walked through the muddy road mixed with some unknown liquid.
This made the palace guards of the Yeke Kingdom feel very embarrassed, but these East Africans were the guests that His Majesty Msiri specifically requested to see, so they couldn't get angry.
When everyone passed through the slums, it seemed as if they had suddenly come to another world. The muddy road turned into a stone-paved road. The palace they had just seen outside the city had a circle of walls around it, but it was too low so it was blocked by the slums and everyone could not see it.
This is probably the royal capital of the Yek Kingdom. The royal capital reveals a strong Arabic architectural style. The stone pillars and carvings are obviously not the work of the indigenous people. This should have been built by craftsmen from the Sultanate of Zanzibar specially invited by Msiri.
The black guard led Becker and others into the city through the city gate. The guards at the gate saluted him with guns in their hands. After passing through the city gate, the palace appeared before their eyes.
"Everyone, according to His Majesty's request, you are not allowed to bring weapons into the palace. 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 others.
This is a difficult situation for the East Africans, as guns are their lifeline, especially when they are in the enemy camp, it is naturally impossible for them to hand it over to the other side.
At this time, Becker called Merk over and said, "Mr. Merk, I was the one who initiated this matter, so I naturally need to be responsible for it. I will go to see Musiri with the slave translator in a while. You lead the team to wait here. If there is any disturbance, you can only rely on yourselves."
"Don't worry! Mr. Becker, if these natives are blind, I will let them know that you can't touch a lion's ass." Merk said.
"Well, then I'll go in first. You guys stay here. If you can't wait for me to come out, you can decide for yourselves what to do!" After Becker said this, he took the translator and followed the guards into the palace of the Yek Kingdom.
In the main hall.
"Are you the messenger of the East Africans?" Wearing a golden crown and a magnificent royal robe, Musiri lay motionless on a throne made of lion skin. Behind him, several native maids were fanning him with fans made of banana leaves.
"Yes, I am an official from Mbeya, the royal territory of East Africa. I came here to discuss a business deal with Your Majesty." Becker said to Msiri.
"Hmph, you East Africans are so bold. You dare to come and negotiate business with me with such a small number of people! You should know that you have cut off my source of income!" Msiri said something very brainless, which almost broke Becker's defense.
Becker thought to himself, as expected, these natives are all uncivilized barbarians who only know the law of the jungle. If East Africa was the weak one, they would have taken action long ago.
But Becker still said to M'siri politely: "Your Majesty, why do you say that? We in East Africa have always been friendly with your country and have never neglected your country. Over the past year or so, our two countries can be said to have lived in harmony and sought common development."
Becker deliberately lied with his eyes open, so Musiri on the throne laughed out of anger.
“Others may not know the details of you East Africans, but don’t I, Musiri, the greatest believer in God, know it?
Live in harmony? You East Africans have the nerve to say that. When I left Tanganyika, that land was the territory of our locals. You know, I grew up in Tanganyika. You East Africans just took our land away.
Is this what you call living in harmony? Tanganyika is such a large area, and you took it all the way to the vicinity of the Yeke Kingdom.
Moreover, you have also monopolized the slave industry, causing our fiscal revenue to decline year after year. If it weren’t for my great King Musiri, the Yeke Kingdom would have disappeared long ago…”
Msiri enumerated the crimes committed by the East African colonies and became angrier the more he spoke. After all, the biggest loser from the expansion of East Africa would be himself.
Originally, relying on the slave trade, the Kingdom of Yeke had everything it wanted in Central Africa. Musiri also lived a life of luxury through the slave trade, but since East Africa blocked the trade route, Musiri could only further exploit the local indigenous people to continue to maintain his luxurious life.
In fact, none of the above is enough to make M'siri so angry. In Africa, it has always been a competition of strength and the winner takes all.
But East Africa was too inhumane. What made Msiri most unbalanced was that the East African colonies continued the slave trade but forced him to work. Not only did he work, but he was not paid. It was like working for the East African colonies for free.
Becker listened to Msiri's complaints calmly. Finally, Msiri might have felt thirsty, so he asked for some wine to moisten his mouth.
Becker took the opportunity to say, "Your Majesty, you have misunderstood us in East Africa. We are also very peace-loving."
"Haha." Msiri watched Becker's performance like a monkey.
“In fact, most people in East Africa are peace-loving, just like me, who is definitely a peace messenger, but there are bad people in East Africa!
I came to your country this time to inform your Majesty that the bad guys in East Africa have already started to target the Yeke Kingdom. "
"Stop pretending! How many people are you in East Africa going to send to go to war with us?" M'siri said calmly.
Although he said this, M'siri had actually already started planning his escape. He was naturally well aware of the strength of the East Africans. He couldn't even defeat the Arabs himself, let alone the East Africans.
"Your Majesty, why do you say that? It has been said that we East Africans love peace. It is just a few individuals who want to sow discord between our two countries. However, we, the righteous people in East Africa, will naturally not stand idly by. That is why I made this visit," said Becker.
"So what do you East Africans want?"
"Your Majesty, I have already told you when we entered the palace that we are here to discuss cooperation. It will certainly be beneficial to you as well as to us in East Africa," said Becker.
"What cooperation?" Although M'siri knew that East Africa was not keeping it to himself, he still asked.
(End of this chapter)
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