"At least keep this news hidden for as long as possible until the main rebellion is quelled."
Another objected: "That's impossible."
"We want to hold a funeral for His Majesty Saladin!"
“He’s like a father to us!”
"I will never allow my father's body to rot here!"
The debate raged in the conference room, with some advocating the immediate announcement of Saladin's death and the announcement of his successor.
Some people also insisted that the news should be concealed for the time being to avoid triggering a chain reaction.
Others have proposed a complex series of transition plans, trying to find a solution that has the best of both worlds.
Fadhil listened quietly without saying a word.
His eyes rested on the mark on the map representing Cairo, and an idea gradually emerged in his mind.
When everyone had finished speaking, he slowly spoke.
"Your concerns are all valid, but we may have overlooked a key factor, which is external support."
"His Majesty Saladin mentioned his good friend, the Holy Pharaoh of Egypt, to me many times during his lifetime."
"He said that the person who understood him best and supported him the most in this world was Saint Pharaoh."
"He also said that Holy Egypt would be Arabia's most reliable ally at critical moments."
The ministers seemed to understand: "What do you mean?"
Fadhil nodded.
"I propose that, on the one hand, we take measures to temporarily conceal the death of His Majesty Saladin, while at the same time speeding up the suppression of the rebellion."
"On the other hand, we immediately turned to Holy Egypt for help and asked Holy Pharaoh to give us the necessary support and guidance."
But at this time, some people raised questions.
"However, the delegation we sent to Holy Egypt has not yet returned. How can we obtain timely assistance?"
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