"Let me...let me see His Majesty Saladin!"
“Let me…let me…”
The head of the delegation could barely utter a complete sentence. Fadhil simply raised his hand, signaling the soldiers to help him over.
Then, Fadhil turned around, unable to bear to look at the head of the delegation.
The head of the delegation was supported by soldiers and staggered to Saladin's body.
The room was silent.
All that was left was his heavy breathing and whimpering.
Saladin lay quietly on the white sheets, his face peaceful, but no longer with the majesty of the past.
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"Your Majesty Saladin..."
The captain fell to his knees, clutching the edge of the bed with both hands, his voice hoarse.
"I! I'm back! His Majesty Saladin!"
"I have completed the task you assigned to me..."
He began to report the progress and results of the trip in detail, just like he had done in countless previous audiences.
However, this time, his Majesty Saladin would no longer offer any wise comments or any approving smile.
"We followed your instructions, crossed the vast desert, and arrived in Holy Egypt."
"The people there are very friendly to us, and their city... their city is a hundred times more magnificent than the rumors say!"
"You know, there are hundreds of thousands of people there, and there are spectacular 'miracles'!"
“There are many delicious foods there, and many things that are not found in Arabia…”
As the head of the delegation spoke, his voice became more choked and trembling.
His tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
"Lord Saladin!"
"Holy Pharaoh! His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh even met with us in person. He said you are his most respected friend in the world!"
"He said he hopes you can go to Holy Egypt in person, taste those delicious foods, and witness those spectacular 'miracles' in person!"
The leader's voice almost broke.
He lowered his head and wiped the tears that kept flowing with his sleeves.
"Saladin! His Majesty Saladin! And more, and more!"
"We brought back five hundred bags of food, enough to feed the army and civilians for several months!"
"We brought back two hundred sets of high-quality armor and weapons, which will allow the soldiers on the front lines to no longer worry about equipment!"
"We brought back thirty boxes of precious medicinal herbs, which contain remedies for various diseases..."
"We also have books, maps, farm tools... everything you could want, we've got it all..."
"Open your eyes and take a look..."
At this time, the head of the delegation took out a report and handed it into the air with trembling hands.
"That's what he said when we met with His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"I've written it all down for you!"
"He said... he said he looks forward to meeting you next time and wants to learn more about statecraft..."
"Your Majesty Saladin! Your Majesty Saladin!"
The head of the delegation could no longer breathe normally.
He seemed likely to faint at any moment.
"You have not yet seen the great unity of Arabia!"
"You haven't seen the splendor of Holy Egypt yet!"
"You haven't heard the words of your dear friend, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"How could you! How could you..."
"Your Majesty Saladin, open your eyes and take a look!"
"Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"
"Your Majesty Saladin! Your Majesty Saladin!"
At this moment, a low sobbing sound was heard in the room.
The ministers, attendants and soldiers present were all moved by the scene before them, and many of them just covered their faces and cried.
Some of them had followed Saladin in his battles and witnessed countless life and death separations, but they had never been as heartbroken as they were at this moment.
“No, no!”
"Your Majesty Saladin! I! I'm sorry!"
"If only I could come back earlier! If only I could come back earlier..."
"You...you wouldn't..."
"Well......"
The team leader finally couldn't hold on any longer, fell headfirst onto the bed and fainted.
Several servants hurried forward and carried him to the lounge nearby.
The doctor quickly brought cold water and a silk towel to cool him down and soothe him.
Fadhil stood aside, looking at the unconscious leader, and couldn't help shedding tears.
As Saladin's brother, Fadhil could not cry out loud like the head of the delegation.
Although he really wanted to do so, for now, he would become the temporary king who ruled the Arab world.
He still has an unshirkable responsibility on his shoulders.
So he just wiped the tears from his face, took a deep breath, and his expression gradually became firm.
"My Lords, please follow me to the meeting room."
He just closed his eyes tightly for a while, then spoke.
Everyone followed silently and came to a spacious room deep in the castle.
The interior was simply furnished with only a long table and a few chairs. On the wall hung a map of the Arabian Peninsula, marking the locations of garrisons and rebels in various places.
"I understand everyone's feelings. At this moment, I feel the same as you."
"But we have to face reality."
"We also shoulder the wishes of His Majesty Saladin and the mission of the Arab world."
Fadhil stood in front of the table and took another deep breath.
"The passing of His Majesty Saladin is a great loss to us, but our country remains, our people remain, and our mission remains."
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