"This kind of physical work is too hard, especially at night."
Pachakutek reluctantly agreed with "yes," but inwardly he was extremely anxious.
Just then, Musa clapped his hands and beckoned several Malian warriors behind him.
"By the way! Since you're here, why don't I do King Pachakutek a favor?"
"You lot! Go and help our Inca friends!"
"Now that we're here, how can we just stand by and watch others work so hard?"
Several burly Malian soldiers responded and stepped forward, preparing to head to the dock.
Pachakutk's heart jumped into his throat.
Because once those soldiers come into contact with the cargo, the secret will inevitably be exposed.
"No need! Really no need! King Musa should go back and rest soon!"
He stepped forward hastily, his voice rising a few decibels more than expected.
"We can handle these matters ourselves, and we dare not trouble your country's warriors!"
Musa was stunned by the sudden and intense reaction, and he looked at Pachakutk in confusion.
"King Pachakutek, what's wrong? You don't seem to be feeling well?"
"Your face is pale."
Pachakutek stammered, glancing at the dock and then at Musa.
Just then, a Malian soldier ran from the other side of the dock.
He clearly came down from a ship in Mali.
Pachakutek only saw the other person whisper something in Musa's ear.
"kindness?"
"King Pachakutk, is that grain?"
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