Even at the last moment of his life, he still cared about the country and the people.
"Did His Majesty Saladin leave anything behind?"
"Any keepsake or something?"
He asked mechanically, but tears were already falling from the corners of his eyes.
The guard opened a small bundle.
"That's all..."
"1 Hepburn gold coin, 47 Hepburn silver coins."
"The rest has been distributed among the soldiers and ministers according to His Majesty's wishes."
"Another part is used to build Damascus..."
When Fadhil heard this, he just swayed and sat back down in his chair.
This is Saladin.
A hero who fought all over the world during his lifetime, after his death, even had difficulty finding enough money to buy a high-quality coffin.
But no one would question his greatness.
Because the value of gold and silver is far from enough to measure his character and achievements.
He took several deep breaths and was about to say something when another soldier hurried in.
"Sir! Urgent military information!"
"Spies report that the rebels have begun to gather and will be at the gates of the city within a few days!"
The study room suddenly fell into deathly silence, and Fadhil's brows immediately furrowed.
He understood that they faced a stark decision.
If the news of Saladin's death spread, the army's morale would be shaken and the army would be in an extremely disadvantageous position when facing the attack of the rebels.
"Let me change my clothes."
"We will now go to the castle where His Majesty Saladin is."
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