Not only that.
Pachakutek had also promised the Holy Pharaoh that he would never let a second person know about what happened today.
But clearly, this sudden situation has exceeded Pachakutk's expectations.
"How is this possible?! How could anyone be here?"
"That's impossible!"
Pachakutk couldn't understand it; he didn't know which part of the process had gone wrong.
"Could I be being followed?"
But the situation is critical, and there is no time to find the answer.
But forcibly resisting will only bring more trouble.
But tomorrow is the day of the World Conference, so why would someone specifically come knocking on our door at this time?
Pachakutek was certain that the other party's motives were probably not pure.
How dare they?
"How is this possible?"
"Inca warriors, heed my command!"
Pachakutek then put down his staff, abandoning the spell to summon the "stone soldiers".
He then picked up a giant stone axe from the Inca.
In the blink of an eye, Pachakutek seemed like a completely different person.
At this moment, he no longer resembled a leader of a civilization, but rather a general leading a charge.
"Speed up the transport and get all the grain onto the ships!"
"Leave the remaining supplies on shore, and we'll deal with them after we figure out their intentions!"
"The rest of you, follow me!"
After saying this, Pachakutek strode toward the gangway, preparing to go down to the dock to find out what was going on.
At this point, Pachakutk had no choice but to risk personally confronting the newcomers in order to buy time to complete the grain transfer.
"Your Majesty, this is too dangerous!"
Pachakutek's entourage tried to stop him, after all, no one knew who their enemy was.
But upon hearing this, Pachakutk calmly told his tunnel, "Don't worry."
"I only need to hold them off for a moment. Remember, no matter what, protecting these supplies is our top priority."
"Even if it means shedding blood here today, I will make sure this batch of grain leaves port safely!"
Pachakutek quickly arrived at the dock, his brow furrowed deeply.
By this time, his ship had already sailed some distance from the dock, but the busy figures of the soldiers on board could still be seen.
If he can successfully hold off the visitors, he might still have a chance to transport all the grain away.
As Pachakutek approached his retinue on the shore, who were keeping watch and waving torches, he was shocked to discover that the situation was indeed as bad as he had imagined.
His attendants no longer waved torches, but were instead held tightly by two strong soldiers, unable to move.
Upon seeing Pachakutk's arrival, the soldiers around him lit the oil lamps they were carrying.
Clearly, they didn't use torches to prevent anyone else from knowing what was going on here.
After all, from a distance, the light of an oil lamp is only slightly dim, while a torch is much more noticeable.
In the light of the oil lamp, Pachakutk could clearly see that the necks and wrists of these "enemy" soldiers were gleaming with gold.
Those are gold ornaments.
Pachakutk recognized the other person's identity at a glance.
"It's you?"
Just then, Pachakutk slowly loosened his grip on his weapon.
Of course, he knew very well that among the many kingdoms that could participate in the World Conference, there was only one person who liked to use gold as ornaments, and even more so than him.
"The king of Mali?"
Pachakutk laid down his weapon, a storm raging within him.
The Malian people hold a rather unique position at the World Conference.
They were neither as arrogant as the leaders of the top kingdoms, nor as neglected as the peripheral civilizations.
They not only control the richest gold mining areas, but also have extremely high external income.
That's because Mali is located in the middle of their continental desert trade routes.
Therefore, when caravans passed through Mali, they charged tolls.
When caravans stayed in Mali, they charged lodging fees.
When the caravan stopped in Mali and ate at restaurants, they charged for the food.
In Mali, foreign income can be significantly higher than that from gold mines.
Therefore, Mali is an extremely rich kingdom. Of course, while they don't flaunt it, they are never low-key either.
When Pachakutek first met the king of Mali, the king was sitting in a sedan chair while scattering gold dust all around him.
He remembers it vividly.
Moreover, Mali maintains a neutral and moderate approach in its diplomacy, enabling it to maintain good relations with all parties.
Their army was not the strongest, but it was highly respected for the loyalty and bravery of its soldiers.
Moreover, legend has it that Mali's trade network spans three continents, and the markets in its capital offer some of the world's finest handicrafts and purest gold.
The king who ruled this prosperous civilization was hailed as the "Golden Lord".
At this moment, the Malian king was slowly emerging from the darkness.
The sea breeze rustled the leaves, and the waves crashed even louder.
Pachakutek felt as if the temperature around him had suddenly dropped several degrees, and he had no idea why the other party had come here in the middle of the night.
Pachakutk swallowed hard, his fingers momentarily unsure whether to grip the weapon tightly or hold it normally.
Just then, the Mali chieftain moved a little closer to Pachakutek.
The oil lamp swayed back and forth in the strong wind, making the face of the Mali king appear somewhat distorted and uneven.
"you......"
Pachakutek could only remain motionless as the other party drew closer.
After all, if he stepped aside, the other party might discover the "secret" at the port.
Just then, the figure in the darkness stopped.
Pachakutek stared intently at his opponent, his mind already beginning to anticipate the possible attack routes.
No matter which direction the enemy launches a surprise attack from, Pachakutk has already devised a countermeasure.
Just as Pachakutek took a small half-step back, lowered his center of gravity, and prepared for battle, he heard a voice in the darkness.
The voice of the Mali king.
"King Pachakutk? It's you?"
"Oh, oh, good evening!"
However, the figure emerging from the darkness was far removed from the "dark and terrifying" image that Pachakutke had imagined.
Instead, what came into view was a slightly plump, dark-skinned man.
Pachakutek paused for a moment, and the dark clouds that had been blocking the moonlight gradually dispersed.
That allowed Pachakutk to see the other person's appearance more clearly.
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