There was a smile on Lin Ke's lips.
The navy has begun to take shape, and the naval soldiers of Holy Egypt have performed well.
Moreover, he saw the "friendly forces" being chased by the [Mamluk Cavalry] on the civilization panel and sent Nantong to provide support.
Not only that, he also anticipated the Arabs' prediction and sent reinforcements in advance.
Everything was according to his plan.
At this time, Lin Ke saw the regiment leader kneeling down again.
He knelt down with great force. Of course, it was impossible for Lin Ke not to notice this abnormality. The corners of his slightly raised mouth flattened a little.
The head of the delegation placed his hands on his thighs and banged his forehead against the ground, producing one muffled sound after another.
When he tried to raise his head and speak, his Adam's apple rolled violently, but he could only make an unclear sound, followed by an uncontrollable sob.
"I... Your Majesty... Saladin..."
He struggled to squeeze out a few words, and his body began to shake violently.
Lin Ke stood in front of him, and the originally relaxed, smiling face disappeared in an instant.
His brows first frowned slightly, and his lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.
"Is it related to His Majesty Saladin?"
"What happened to His Majesty Saladin?"
Lin Ke took a step forward.
Nan Tong, on the other hand, keenly noticed the changes in Lin Ke.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his wrinkles deepened, and his gaze moved back and forth between the head of the delegation and the Holy Pharaoh.
"Messenger, please calm your mind."
Nan Tong's voice was gentle and had a soothing power for the head of the delegation.
"Please tell His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh what you want to say."
The head of the delegation lowered his head again, resting his forehead on the stone slab that had been heated by the sun.
His shoulders shook with sobs and his hands clenched into fists.
"What happened to His Majesty Saladin?"
"say."
The crowd in the distance saw this scene and began to whisper.
The young attendants looked at each other nervously, and the officers straightened their backs and frowned.
The guards in the distance stopped pacing and all their eyes were focused on where Lin Ke was.
At this time, the head of the delegation finally raised his head.
His eyes met Lin Ke's.
At that moment, everyone saw that the eyes of the head of the delegation were filled with great sadness and regret.
And when he looked into the eyes of the Holy Pharaoh, the emotion became even stronger, almost becoming material.
"Your Majesty Saladin..."
He spoke again, and the trembling of his body stopped immediately.
"His Majesty...died from illness!"
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh! His Majesty Saladin has passed away!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the world seemed to become quiet, without a single sound.
Lin Ke's expression froze instantly.
He first frowned slightly, as if to confirm whether he had heard it wrongly.
However, his hands were raised slightly and then fell down weakly.
Obviously, Lin Ke knew that he couldn't have heard it wrong.
Saladin, dead.
After hearing this, the wrinkles on Nan Tong's face became deeper.
His lips trembled a few times, but no sound came out.
His eyes, shining like the sun, instantly became moist, and tears welled up in his eyes but did not fall.
He looked at Lin Ke and felt his heartbeat start to accelerate.
There were even several female attendants who covered their mouths with horror in their eyes.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"And Damascus... is... is being besieged by rebels! We originally planned to hold a grand funeral for His Majesty, but the situation is dire... We have no choice but to send an envoy for help!"
He took a deep breath and spoke again.
"His Majesty Fadhil wrote this letter for you. I come here with this letter and a request for assistance!"
"But I didn't expect...the Holy Egyptian reinforcements had already set off first, so..."
His words were interrupted by sobs again, but the meaning was clear.
There was no need to express the main purpose of his coming here. All that remained was a letter and the news of Saladin's death.
Seeing that Lin Ke didn't say anything, Nan Tong slowly knelt down.
He supported his hands on the stone slab, leaned forward slightly, and kept his eyes on Lin Ke.
He could feel the suffocating sadness in the air and see an almost tangible pressure emanating from the Holy Pharaoh.
This old minister knows his monarch too well.
He knew that although the Holy Pharaoh appeared calm on the surface, he might be in turmoil inside.
At this moment, Lin Ke finally reacted.
He blinked slowly, his Adam's apple moving up and down as if he was swallowing something bitter.
He took a breath and exhaled slowly.
Then, his face returned to normal, but the smile just now was no longer there, replaced by an extremely terrifying calmness.
"I see."
"His Majesty Saladin died of illness, and the rebels immediately took advantage of this to launch a counterattack."
"You are overwhelmed, so you ask for help from Holy Egypt."
"This letter is probably also intended to explain the situation. It provides a series of explanations to help prove the identity of His Majesty Fadhil, to whom you are currently loyal, and to prove the current situation."
Everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath when they heard this.
Everyone was kneeling on the ground at this moment, and they didn't even dare to look at the shadow of the Holy Pharaoh on the ground.
The head of the delegation did the same. He just knelt on the ground and said "yes" tremblingly.
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