One of Pachakutek's personal attendants whispered as he began to walk toward the door.
Pachakutek remained calm and whispered, "No matter what they ask, just tell them the truth, but don't mention our predicament, and especially don't mention the food."
"We Incas would rather starve than be looked down upon by outsiders."
"alright."
"Go open the door now. If there are any special circumstances, I will help you immediately."
Pachakutek nodded to the attendant, who then nodded emphatically in acceptance.
Then, the servant took a deep breath and reached out to open the door.
However, when the servant opened the door, he was taken aback for a moment.
Because he saw that the visitors were not Greeks, but a completely different race and a different people.
His skin and facial features were completely different from any Greek he had ever seen.
Clearly, they were foreigners, members of a certain ethnic group who had come to participate in the world conference.
His eyes immediately became more alert.
After all, the attendants had accompanied Pachakutk to several world conferences, but no one had ever taken the initiative to visit them.
Now that night was approaching and they had just enjoyed Pachakutk's food, the servants became even more vigilant.
However, the attendant noticed that the two visitors were dressed differently from others.
Their clothing was both beautiful and practical, a combination of robes and armor, a style that clearly came from a developed civilization.
Who are you two?
"May I ask what brings you two here at this hour?"
The attendant tried to keep his voice steady, but his heart was already racing.
He secretly suspected that if these two people had ill intentions and planned to expose and ridicule Pachakutk, then he must stop them from entering and absolutely not let them in.
Just as the servant swallowed hard, his right toes firmly planted on the ground, ready to push the other person out and close the door at any moment, he saw the other person respond.
The other party was very polite; they bowed to the attendants at the same time, their movements elegant yet powerful.
Clearly, they are all very skilled warriors.
"We apologize for disturbing your rest. Please allow us to introduce ourselves first."
“We are guards under the Holy Pharaoh. We have come here on His Majesty’s orders to pay our respects to the leaders of various countries.”
After saying this, the two guards of Holy Egypt simply bowed again.
However, the servants looked somewhat puzzled upon hearing their words.
"The Holy Pharaoh?"
The servant had never heard of this title before, but judging from the other person's respectful attitude, this person must be their leader.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked again, "May I ask where you two come from?"
One of the Holy Egyptians immediately replied, “We come from the desert region on the other side of the Mediterranean.”
"Holy Egypt".
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is deeply honored to be invited to this World Congress for the first time. He wishes to take this opportunity to invite leaders from all sides to gather together for in-depth discussions, to taste our country's special delicacies, and to exchange ideas on governance."
"Would it be honorable for your country's leader to grace us with his presence?"
He speaks Mandarin fluently and uses sophisticated language.
If they did not reveal their identities, Pachakutek's servants might even have assumed that they were Greeks living on a nearby island.
Then, the attendant found himself unable to handle such formal diplomatic language and was momentarily speechless.
Just then, footsteps were heard from inside the house.
Pachakutek's robust figure appeared behind the attendants. He wore a wool cloak, and his face appeared particularly resolute in the dim light of the sky.
"So you are a distinguished guest from Holy Egypt. I have already heard about your country's fleet."
"Let them in."
The servants, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly opened the door.
Pachakutek strode out, stood on the steps, and looked down at the two "uninvited guests."
Upon seeing this, the two guards bowed deeply again, their posture extremely respectful.
"Greetings, Your Excellency!"
Of course, even if they knew the leader's name, they could not address him with honorifics.
Because Lin Ke's plan was to lower Pachakutek's guard and create the impression that this was a broad invitation from Holy Egypt, rather than a deliberate invitation specifically to Pachakutek.
Pachakutek looked at the two soldiers, and he looked warily at what one of the guards was holding.
He smelled food, which made him somewhat wary.
"I already know why you've come."
"Please convey my message, Pachakutek: I thank the Holy Pharaoh for his kind invitation."
“Go back and report back, and tell them that we will give a clear answer later.”
Pachakutk paused, turning his head to the other side to avoid being distracted by the aroma of food brought by the guards.
"Furthermore, please tell your master that although we Incas are located in a remote area, we are not an ignorant barbarian tribe."
"We are self-respecting and self-reliant, we do not covet vanity, and we do not crave pleasure."
"If you want to establish good relations, you should treat each other as equals, rather than bestowing favors or seeking favors."
Clearly, the food brought by the guards aroused Pachakutk's suspicion.
The two guards didn't say much, but continued to remain respectful.
"This... His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has no intention of bestowing favors or seeking personal gain; he only wishes to cultivate good relationships and exchange resources."
"You may not know this, but these are not precious jewels or gold."
"These are all products of our Holy Egypt, and on our continent, Holy Egypt is famous throughout the kingdoms for its abundance of these delicacies."
"Therefore, what we have brought is nothing more than some delicacies from Holy Egypt, and we hope that you will be able to taste them."
The guard said this in order to mislead the other party again.
After all, if one wants to bestow favors and curry favor, one should bring valuable items, not jewels and gold.
After all, Pachacuti believed that the other party knew about the Inca situation, which was why he brought food. The guard's immediate "subconscious" statement that it was not jewelry or gold would have disproven Pachacuti's assumptions.
As expected, Pachakutk's gaze immediately softened.
After the guard finished speaking, he raised the basket he had brought, which was covered with cloth, high above his head with both hands.
"Sir, please take a look."
Pachakutek stepped forward and lifted the cloth, while the guard continued to speak.
"These are high-quality ingredients produced in our country, including tender bread from our holy Egyptian capital and pure milk from our pastures."
"There is also natural honey from the oasis, and sweet dates from the desert oasis."
"These are the most distinctive products of our country. His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh ordered us to present them to each leader as a sign of his respect."
The items inside were arranged in a neat and orderly manner, and were very exquisite.
A faint aroma wafted from the basket, whetting the appetite.
Pachakutk was immediately stunned.
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