“Really? Really?!”
"Thank you so much, Master Saul!"
"Please allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of His Majesty Fadhil! I believe that if His Majesty Fadhil heard this news, he would be extremely happy!"
The one who spoke was an Arab general.
After hearing Saul say that the magic forces of Holy Egypt were willing to help them, the general almost knelt down.
"Please get up quickly, sir!"
The general simply refused Saul's help and continued to kneel on the ground.
"Sir! We have nothing to offer you right now, so please let me...please let me..."
Seeing this, the Pope simply stepped forward and pulled the man up.
"Right now, Arabia is in danger. Although we and Holy Egypt are allies and our relations are not close, our Holy Pharaoh highly admires His Majesty Saladin."
"We are only acting according to the wishes of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"I believe that if His Majesty Saladin and His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh knew what happened today, they would definitely think that we made the right choice."
"Please don't do this again! I believe that if Holy Egypt is ever in danger, our Arab brothers will certainly lend us a helping hand!"
Hearing this, the Arab general was about to shed tears, but he just nodded his head several times and forced back the tears.
“Yes! Yes!”
"We will always remember the grace of His Majesty the Great Saint Pharaoh!"
After everyone finished speaking, they just looked at the unconscious Fadhil again. The Arabs just cast concerned glances at Fadhil.
"His Majesty Fadhil was overworked and his body could not bear it anymore, so he collapsed."
"Even before the siege of Damascus, His Majesty Fadhil often suffered from sleepless nights over the death of His Majesty Saladin."
"I hope you two adults will understand."
One of the ministers said this, and Saul and the Pope nodded slightly.
"Let His Majesty Fadhil rest well. If he doesn't get any rest, his life will be in danger."
"By the way, General, we have something else we want to know from you. Please spare me a moment to talk."
Soon, Saul, the Pope and the Arab general arrived at the castle's meeting hall.
Saul looked up at this time and saw a portrait of Saladin.
However, the lower half of the portrait was covered in blood, which clearly showed that the enemy had broken into the fortress.
When Saul saw these scenes and smelled the slightly fishy and smelly odor in the air, he was secretly thankful that His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh had a long-term vision.
He knew very well that Fadhil and his men would definitely not survive the night.
In fact, if he had arrived a few hours later, what Saul would have seen here might have been their cold corpses.
"I'm sorry, my lords, please forgive us for not having a better place to host you at the moment."
"Someone, get these two adults two glasses of water!"
The general called out to the soldiers outside, but the soldiers outside did not dare to look at Saul and the Pope. He just bowed slightly, walked to the general and whispered something.
The next second, a hint of embarrassment appeared in the general's eyes, but his face still had that polite and friendly smile.
"...My lords, I'm truly sorry."
"We... don't have anything to serve you right now. We're so sorry, so sorry!"
"You two are our benefactors, and we actually... Wait a moment! I know there's another place where there might be some..."
Saul knew very well that most of the soldiers in Damascus were now doing some post-war work.
Moreover, the enemy had entered Damascus, and it was very likely that food and water sources had suffered varying degrees of loss.
Although they were now in the most central fortress of Damascus, even here there were signs of invasion.
So, Saul and the Pope would not be angry about these little things or feel that the other party was not hospitable enough.
What's more, they actually have better options.
"Thank you for your kindness, General. Please take a seat."
"We all see the situation in Damascus today. You really don't have to do this."
"If you don't mind, we can bring some food and water with us. We can eat and talk about the situation in Damascus."
The general immediately turned around. Although he kept saying "yes" and "yes" in agreement, the light in his eyes was somewhat dimmed.
Obviously, he felt ashamed and humiliated for not being able to entertain his benefactor well.
However, when Saul spread some of the bread he brought on the table, the general was stunned.
When Saul took out a small jar, spread honey on the bread and handed it to the other person, the other person's eyes widened even more.
"grown ups......?"
"Is this...is this a special meal for you?"
"Or is this the standard food for your army?"
"Ah... Look at what I said, this should be something specially enjoyed by the two adults, right? I really don't deserve it..."
The general was about to take it with both hands, but when he saw his dirty hands, he just wiped them on his armor.
Only, that made his hands even dirtier.
Finally, he just smiled and gently took the food Saul gave him with the side of his finger.
When Saul and the Pope heard the general's words, they just raised the corners of their mouths slightly.
"My lord, this is our Holy Egypt's marching rations."
"All warriors and magicians enjoy the same food treatment."
"The difference is the military pay."
Saul's eyes sparkled as he spoke these words.
At this time, the Pope also spoke.
"Yes, I heard that since His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh became the Holy Pharaoh, the treatment of the Holy Egyptian warriors has been getting better and better."
"To be honest, sir, I used to be a magician of the Rose Cult, and I even helped the enemies of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
"But His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has forgiven us and is willing to give me a chance. Now, he even lets me work for Holy Egypt. I get paid on time every month, and I have a position and my own residence in Holy Egypt."
"Even, I am still allowed to manage the Rose Cult."
"He is such a loving and great monarch."
"So, feel free to enjoy it. All of us magicians eat the same thing."
"Everyone is the same, there is no difference."
The general listened to what the two said without blinking for a long time.
He looked at the bread in his hand and took a small bite.
Honey was almost dripping from the bread, but he just quickly put his lips on it.
After chewing it gently for a few times, the general's eyes were completely moist.
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