"Most importantly, young master, you're probably not a member of the Great Xia Dynasty! The Great Xia Dynasty might not care about your safety."
The prince thought his words would make Qin Mo hesitate, but Qin Mo's words hurt him deeply.
“My affairs have nothing to do with the Great Xia Dynasty, but you, Prince, are not the master of Majapahit! Your father is, and in a few years your sister will be too, but you are not.”
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward. Prince Wirabhumi's face turned red, but he could not refute it. Many of the Majapahit people present understood that Qin Mo was telling the truth.
"Boyfriends are both honored guests. We can discuss things further. Let's have a feast first and talk afterwards!"
The Sultan quickly stepped in to smooth things over, but many of the Manjapayi people already had strange looks in their eyes; these rough men were unruly when they went crazy.
Whether it was Sultan Parameswara or Prince Wirabhumi, the banquet was tasteless for both of them. The Sultan was thinking about how to get help from Qin Mo.
The prince secretly resolved to first deal with Qin Mo, then notify his territory to conscript troops again to attack Temasek, and finally take complete control of Malacca, planting this thorn in the side of his sister and brother-in-law's territory to the north.
"Kaza... Kaza...?"
The prince turned to look for the wizard Kacha, wanting him to prepare to launch an attack on Qin Mo that night. But he searched the entire palace and couldn't find that conspicuous pheasant feather.
Qin Mo was talking to Kaihime, explaining his Southeast Asian strategy to him. In short, it was about selling arms, and letting East Java, West Java, and Sumatra each have their own agendas, so he wanted them to fight to the death.
Kaihime bowed her head and kept saying "Hey...hey" which pleased Qin Mo. No matter how domineering you are to outsiders, you must obey me and submit to my every whim.
"Hmm?...Taman, why do I feel...a strange...energy fluctuation?"
Taman hadn't eaten a single bite of food, and had been deep in thought beside Qin Mo, seemingly lost in thought. Hearing Qin Mo's question, he was somewhat surprised and puzzled.
“Taman, most of the people here…have a connection with the earth's energy…it’s like…a form of black magic.”
Taman was shocked. He flew to the table of Sultan's confidant Sulla, picked up his wine glass and smelled the food, and then began to take things out of his pocket.
Taman mixed several random powders together and threw them into the food and drinks. With a "whoosh," a tall green flame shot up, which was extremely eerie.
"Stop eating...stop eating..."
Taman shouted loudly in his native language, which greatly displeased many of the drunken, savage barbarians.
"You're still eating... Death is coming...!"
The art of black magic is very mysterious and subject to much debate. This book is purely fictional, and I hope you will understand if you have different opinions!
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