The breeze blew across his face, bringing some freshness, but it could not blow away the confusion in his heart.
"What does the Holy Pharaoh want?"
"Such a powerful army is stationed in our Arabia. Is it just because of personal friendship and the stability of the border?"
"Could it be that our ally is a saint of such a high realm and such a far-sighted vision?"
"Is that possible?"
Fadhil's gaze was cast into the distance.
Now, the intervention of Holy Egypt has further complicated the situation.
"Brother, if it were you, what would you do?"
Fadhil knew that no matter which decision was made, it would seem that the Arabs would face huge and unpredictable risks.
Rejecting Holy Egypt's help could lead to military hardship, while accepting it could result in unknown costs in the future.
As a ruler who has just taken over the power, the risks and responsibilities of this decision are too heavy and huge.
Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, his eyes accidentally swept across a courtyard in the city.
There, several figures attracted his attention.
Saul and the Pope were prostrating themselves deeply in a certain direction and then bowing.
"Um?"
"Isn't that Saul and the Pope?"
And what they faced was the man in the black robe.
He knew that today, the Holy Egyptian Messenger would return to Cairo.
At this moment, a terrible guess came into Fadhil's mind.
His eyes widened.
"Disaster!"
"Could it be?!"
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