Prince Hussein's wedding began on the morning of the 10th.

Since he is still just a prince, theoretically he is the heir to the throne, but after all, he has not yet been promoted to the position of crown prince, so... there are not many foreign guests at this wedding. Alan is already the one with the highest status among all the foreign guests who have come. The rest are basically people sent by embassies of various countries to celebrate. They are not ambassadors, but just counselors and the like.

Because of the old king of Jordan's connections, the royal families of several other brother countries around him sent many royal members or senior officials to congratulate him.

The venue was set at Zahran Palace, the place for traditional ceremonies of the highest standard.

It’s called a palace…but Alan, who came here for the first time, didn’t have a very good impression of it.

This was very different from the palace he had in mind. There was neither a gorgeous palace nor luxurious decoration. The place was quite large, but most of it was open-air courtyard. Some parts of the palace's walls seemed to be the original color of the building, a reddish-brown wall that looked strange.

At this time, the Zahran Palace was still decorated with white lace gauze everywhere...

At first glance, it looked like his mother's funeral.

If it weren't for some small green plants occasionally dotted around the decorations, the arrangement would be creepy to look at.

Of course... they arranged it like this, it must be in accordance with their tradition. Even if Alan was not used to it, he did not express any opinion. He took a few bodyguards and two servants specially sent by Prince Hussein to visit the Zahran Palace.

In front was the guest lounge area. Alan walked for a long time and saw that there was still some time before the ceremony, so he decided to go to the air-conditioned room to rest for a while. It was too hot outside and he was still wearing a long-sleeved suit today!

…

“Wow…”

As Allen and his group entered the guest lounge area that was temporarily covered with a giant glass enclosure, the other people who had been resting here for a long time saw that this person was obviously not ordinary. Some of the well-informed ones had already stood up and walked towards Allen, ready to say hello and make themselves familiar with him.

Although Britain is weak now, its traditional influence is not something that the Americans can eliminate in a short period of time.

At least in the Middle East, these Arab countries still recognize the British. Apart from other things, this traditional old aristocrat from Britain is even an earl, which is not common in the Middle East.

This is also the reason why Prince Hussein specially invited Allen to come, to show his connections to the outside world.

Look... Although he is just a prince, he now holds an important position, has soldiers under his command, and has connections in Britain. Not only did he marry someone who studied and worked abroad, but the people he knows are traditional British aristocrats. This represents the ability of Prince Hussein!

Compared with these stupid rich relatives, Prince Hussein's money is definitely not as much as theirs, so he can only work hard in other aspects to make these rich relatives look up to him.

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"Hello, Your Excellency... I have heard of you for a long time. I wonder if I will have the honor to invite you after the wedding..."

"Your Mightiness……"

"Hello... Your Excellency..."

Several people wearing turbans came up to Alan, extended their hands, greeted him and introduced themselves.

Alan didn't know any of these people, and their English... had a bit of an accent, so he could only understand a little bit of what they said, so he wasn't very interested in them.

He came here just for fun, to relax and avoid the troubles at home. He was not very interested in these people who recommended themselves.

But the commotion he caused attracted the attention of the entire rest area. While most of them cast curious, gentle and friendly glances in his direction, there were a few that were extremely eye-catching.

Among them was a middle-aged man with a bright forehead and a white headscarf. He looked at Alan with an extremely unfriendly look. At this time, the middle-aged man had been leaning next to a child with a red headscarf, preparing to say something. After seeing Alan come in, he looked over here. After realizing that it was Alan, his eyes became a little strange.

There was ferocity, hatred, vigilance, and even a hint of jealousy in this look.

Alan was extremely sensitive to this kind of gaze, so he looked at the other person, squinted his eyes and glared at him, then turned his gaze to the child next to him.

This kid is interesting too.

He just met Alan's eyes. Looking at Alan's eyes, he was not afraid. He even curled the corners of his mouth and nodded at Alan, feeling like a little adult.

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"Go check who that person is."

Alan shook hands with several people who greeted him, then sat on a sofa in the corner. Several bodyguards stood aside, and anyone with a keen eye could tell that this gentleman did not want to be disturbed anymore.

Thinking of the middle-aged man just now, Allen gave an instruction to the servant sent to him by Prince Hussein.

"Who?"

"That one."

Alan raised his chin and gestured to the middle-aged man who had walked away.

"Him? Your Excellency... His name is Khashoggi. He is a journalist and commentator. He is well-known in the Middle East. He went to the United States for further studies and internships before working as an editor for an American newspaper. After returning a few years ago, he founded a small company. He also cooperates with TV stations. He is often seen commenting on international events or hot topics."

"Oh? Have you ever interned at a newspaper in America?"

When Alan wanted to see the middle-aged man again, he had already disappeared into the rest area. He recalled his attire and saw that he was wearing a white headscarf...

Alan had reviewed it specifically before coming here. In the Middle East, a lot of information can be seen just from the headscarf.

For example, people from different countries have different headscarf colors and even different ways of tying headscarves.

For example, Saudi Arabia, a country with a large dog population... Their headscarves come in many colors, but red is the most noble. Generally, the Saudi royal family uses headscarves of this color. Then there are the Palestinians, who wear black and white checkered headscarves, and other Emiratis and Qataris wear white headscarves. The only difference is their collar styles, the former is round collar, and the latter is stand-up collar.

The person just now obviously doesn't fall into these categories.

If you are a Jordanian... basically they don't wear headscarves. Common people usually wear plain headscarves. Of course... the "common people" here refers to the rich among the common people. Ordinary people basically don't wear one. Because of the materials and craftsmanship used, headscarves are not cheap here. Ordinary people don't have the spare money to buy one.

As for the kid wearing a red headscarf, if we follow this pattern, he should be from Saudi Arabia, maybe a prince or something, but I don’t know which prince he is, because they have princes everywhere…

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"Where's the little kid?"

Alan gestured to the child again.

"Who?"

The servant looked carefully at the Saudi child who had not left as Allen pointed out, frowned and thought for a while before saying, "Sir... this seems to be a guest who came with the adults in the family. I'm not sure who it is. I'll send someone to ask him later."

"Um……"

As an honest British aristocrat, Alan has always been loyal to the Queen. He rarely causes trouble and thinks he handles things cleanly. He didn't have much interaction with people in the Middle East before. Theoretically, he should have little communication with this side, but the look of the middle-aged man just now made him very strange.

If he hadn't met him, he wouldn't have cared, but now that he had met him, and the way this person looked at him was not right, Alan began to take it seriously.

…

The overall Western-style wedding, mixed with their religious ceremonies, and a somewhat strange wedding were held as scheduled in Zahran Palace.

There were not so many procedures. As a guest of honor, Alan did not have to give any speeches. He just had to witness the ceremony with other guests.

"How could someone like you, with blood on his hands, come to a place like this? You are not welcome here, you devil."

A voice suddenly appeared not far from Alan.

This suddenly startled Alan, who was watching the fun... When he turned his head, he saw the middle-aged man he had just met in the rest area not long ago.

The place was very quiet at this time. Everyone was watching a pair of "newcomers" looking at each other and preparing to exchange rings. The voice next to them was basically heard by a large group of people around.

Everyone's attention was drawn again.

Alan frowned, and a thousand fucks flashed through his mind.

He had seen idiots before, but this was the first time he had seen an idiot saying such things in public.

Those who can watch the ceremony here are of some status, and the bodyguards are standing further back. Alan is not worried about what he is carrying on his body, it's just this atmosphere.

So fucking embarrassing!

This was the first time that someone had embarrassed him in public.

How should he respond in this case?

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"You...know me?"

Facing the curious eyes around him, Alan squinted and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Of course! You may not know me, but I definitely know you, the famous Earl of Carmarthen, a family of Welsh executioners. Your whole family has blood on their hands! You were also responsible for what happened to Dodi!"

"???"

As for the rest... as long as you are willing to put in the effort to check, you can still find some information. But as soon as he mentioned Dodi, Alan suddenly realized something. Wasn't that Diana's lover who was turned into a human stick by him?

It turns out this guy knows that Dodi?

Isn't Dodi Egyptian?

Oh shit... Alan suddenly had a toothache... He finally remembered that Egyptians... were not necessarily people who were born and raised in Egypt. For a wealthy family like this one, with a large family... who knows if there will be a capable child among the family who will make a name for himself in the world?

Could this middle-aged man be a relative of Dodi?

To help him get revenge?

This... is quite interesting!

When Alan thought of this, he suddenly became excited. He had lived for so many years, but he had rarely seen such a scene. It had been many years since he had seen such a brave person in front of him.

He waved and called the servant next to him who had a confused look on his face, "This...maybe you recognized the wrong person. Today is Prince Hussein's wedding. Don't want to affect the wedding. Take him away."

"Hmph! You don't need to take me away. I can walk by myself. I feel ashamed to attend such a ceremony with you."

The middle-aged man glared at Alan again, slapped away the servant's hand that was about to pull him, and turned and left.

“…”

Alan took a deep breath, nodded to the people around him with a calm expression, and continued to watch the ceremony.

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"Haha, Mr. Allen, I am so rude today. I am too busy and I am not entertaining you well enough."

The wedding finally ended. The meal was a Western-style buffet, which made it convenient for the guests to communicate.

At this time, Hussein came to Allen with Yasin Rania, who had changed into another set of clothes.

Today's buffet does not provide alcohol, only juice. Allen held a glass of orange juice and clinked glasses with Prince Hussein and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Rania is a good girl. When she worked for me before, she was very capable and had a good personality."

"Hahaha, thank you for this, Your Excellency. If you hadn't brought her to the event that time, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet Rania."

When Prince Hussein talked about his wife, he was obviously very satisfied. The couple looked at each other and raised their glasses to toast with Alan.

When Rania's eyes met Alan's, she was obviously a little unnatural... She still hasn't recovered from the shock. If the hem of her wedding dress hadn't been big enough, she would have almost been exposed.

Hussein turned his head and whispered something in Rania's ear. Rania looked up at Alan again, then nodded and left with the cup.

After she left, Hussein suddenly froze the smile on his face, and whispered, "Sir... I'm so sorry. I just heard that during the wedding ceremony, a guy caused trouble for you?"

"Haha, no, I don't even know him."

"Oh? I heard from my men that he seems to have a cousin who followed his uncle to Britain to do business. He seems to have had some problems with you. You taught his cousin a little lesson, so he holds a grudge against you. He needs me..."

As he spoke, Prince Hussein narrowed his eyes, and his meaning was very clear.

"Need not!"

Alan refused decisively. It was such a small matter that there was no need for Prince Hussein to do anyone a favor.

But...the middle-aged man just now was actually Dodi’s cousin?

What a coincidence! Allen is now even more curious about this man named Khashoggi...

How long has it been since Dodi's incident?

This person just brought it up now. Did he just remember it?

Definitely not!

So what was his purpose in suddenly doing this to me in such an occasion?

Is there someone secretly directing him?

He wanted to know all these things, instead of letting Prince Hussein kill him directly, or asking other things after being caught by Prince Hussein's men, making him owe him a bigger favor.

"Thank you for your kindness. I'll do it myself. Today is your wedding day. You don't have to worry about anything else."

"Well...Okay, Mr. Allen, then at the dinner at the palace tonight..."

"Tell the old king that I will definitely go to the banquet."

"That's good. Your Excellency, please be busy. I'll go over there and take a look."

When Hussein heard Allen's answer, he showed a relieved expression, clinked glasses with Allen again, and then said goodbye.