Kacha, the wizard, opened his eyes and looked at Bramiden, who was listening intently, and continued, "Now the other side is indifferent to Malacca's plea for help. If it were the officials of Great Xia, they would never be so shameless. So those people from Temasek... must be from a powerful family in Great Xia."
"Aristocratic families? What are aristocratic families in the Great Xia Dynasty? How many warriors do they have?"
"I don't know if they have any warriors, but the aristocratic families will definitely welcome... cultivators."
Bramiden's expression changed drastically, and he said in a trembling voice, "A monk? How is that possible? Perhaps... Barimisura didn't call for help?"
Kacha closed his eyes again and remained silent. He remembered a Great Xia phrase that Taman had told him: "Playing the lute to a cow."
Bramiden wasn't a stupid bull; he was simply running away out of fear. A Siamese king, after becoming a monk, once boasted: "I cannot slaughter your entire army, nor can I conquer and govern so much land, but if I want a head, it is easy, even if it is in the midst of a thousand troops."
Prince Wira Mibu finally arrived at the port of Malacca, accompanied by Vatana Wilma from the Majapahit region. Now that the prince's accumulated strength over the years has been exposed to the world and can no longer be concealed, Wilma has no need to hide it either.
"Great Prince, these are the spoils of war your men have acquired for you. Please accept them!"
Bramiden, accompanied by Parameswara, greeted Prince Wirabmi at the dock. The fifty bolts of silk delighted the prince and left Parameswara speechless with astonishment.
"Hmm? Where is that Taman wizard? What about Temasek's spoils? Why aren't they here?"
It must be said that every royal heir is a miser, and the small amount of silk that Bramish handed over was far from enough to make them gleeful.
“Your Highness, the Temasek people are a bit troublesome. They may be a powerful family from the Great Xia. I suggest we try diplomacy first, then force them to come to Malacca to discuss things before making a decision. As long as they are willing to pay taxes every year, it would be a good thing.”
"Good for you, General! If we can collect taxes without fighting, that would be perfect."
Qin Mo met with the messenger from Parameswara again. After reading the letter, she murmured, "Is this going to be a three-way meeting?"
The water leaked downstairs last night, and the water meter burst. I was busy until 1 a.m. and got up late... Sorry!
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