In the evening, while the Moorsi tribe was celebrating their hunting victory, a worship ceremony was also held in the palace in Mombasa. The host of the banquet was of course Chief Duamang, but this gathering was not to celebrate anything, but to let the Moorsi tribe and the Future People Group settle their differences.
Therefore, Chief Duamang also invited an envoy from the Moorish tribe and Feng Yuan, the manager of Future Human Development Africa.
Even if he is not very smart, he who can take the position of chief of the United Arab Emirates must not be a fool. One is his most ferocious hound, and the other is a goat with sharp edges. In order to make the goat's hair grow, proper comfort is still necessary.
However, the two people sitting at the banquet seemed to have no intention of shaking hands and making peace.
Before the banquet started, the chief spoke a lot of high-sounding words, then he invited all the nobles and courtiers at the table to drink together, and then went on to say something like "peace is the most important thing" and "it will not be an example next time". , there was not even a stern rebuke for the provocative Moorsi tribe.
"You and Manakala are both important friends of our Steel Teeth tribe. I hope you can toast each other with a glass of wine and let the seeds of hatred turn into dust in the Sahara Desert and be taken away by the breath of the Earth Mother Goddess."
After saying that, Duamang glanced at Feng Yuan and Manakala, who was sitting opposite him, indicating that they could toast each other.
From the previous words of Chief Duamang, Feng Yuancai learned that the envoy's name was Manakala, a nobleman of the Morsi tribe, and a very prestigious warrior in the tribe. After silently writing down the name, Feng Yuan stood up without saying anything.
Two maids wearing gold jewelry came forward with trays and walked towards the two people sitting opposite each other. A gold-plated wine glass was placed in the center of the tray, and the sloshing liquid looked like blood.
No matter what, there is nothing wrong with wine.
However, just when Feng Yuan reached out and picked up the wine glass from the gilded tray, Manakala, who was sitting opposite him with his arms outstretched, did not even touch the wine glass and vomited directly into the wine glass brought by the maid. Foaming at a mouth.
The atmosphere at the banquet instantly cooled down, and everyone looked at Feng Yuan, who was standing there alone, with amusement in his eyes.
Manakala seemed to feel that what he had just done was not enough. After spitting out, he looked at Feng Yuan with contempt and humiliated him in a voice that could be heard by everyone.
However, because the messenger was not speaking French, Feng Yuan did not understand what he was talking about.
Without getting angry, Feng Yuan tilted his head slightly and whispered to the translator standing behind him.
"He said something."
The translator standing behind him hesitated, gritted his teeth, and finally said softly.
"He said that the Morsi tribe would not sit down with cowards, because that would bring a stigma to our totem."
"I see."
After listening, Feng Yuan was unexpectedly calm, so much so that the translator standing behind him was slightly stunned.
Seeing that the yellow man had no reaction, the many nobles, courtiers and representatives of other tribes sitting at the banquet looked at Feng Yuan, and their originally cheerful expressions gradually turned into contempt and disdain.
On this grassland, the strong is the order, and the weak are destined to be enslaved. This is a law that has been running since before the war. No matter whether the outside world is peaceful or destroyed, it has not changed the humiliation of other tribes, and even the duels. If you have no courage, you will only be looked down upon by everyone.
Feng Yuan did not take those disdainful glances to heart. He just glanced at Chief Duamang. Seeing that he had no expression for Manakala's behavior, he understood the meaning in his heart.
If it were in Pan Asia, spitting in the wine glass in front of the master would not be the enemy's face, but a slap in the master's face. Even a reckless man with no authority would not be able to do this. But there don't seem to be so many twists and turns here. Just looking at the great chief's natural look, you know that he will not blame the people of the Moorish tribe for this.
Maybe this is the difference between civilized people and savages.
"It seems that not all of Chief Duamang's servants understand etiquette. It just so happens that I am not interested in drinking with uncivilized beasts." As he said this, Feng Yuan poured the wine in the glass on the ground. , then looked at Manakala who was sitting there with a look of disdain, and said lightly, "As for your cup, I will let you drink it while kneeling."
Manakala grinned, showing a ferocious look.
"You can try it, monkey."
This time he spoke in French.
At this moment, the palace door was suddenly pushed open, and a black soldier came in hurriedly. He knelt down on one knee next to Chief Duamang and said something hurriedly.
Because he was too far away, Feng Yuan didn't hear what he said, but he saw that Chief Duamang's face gradually turned ugly.
At this time, the E he wore on his wrist rang.
After clicking on the screen and seeing the text message and the attachment below it, Feng Yuan looked at Manakala sitting opposite him again and raised the corner of his mouth with a half-smile.
“I didn’t expect that I would fulfill my promise so quickly.”
As he spoke, he took out a memory card from his pocket, inserted it into E, then stuffed it into the holographic computer pen and threw it on the table of Manakala who was sitting opposite him.
The moment Feng Yuan threw the holographic computer pen over, Manakala's pupils suddenly shrank, and his muscles tensed up like a cheetah. However, after realizing that the thing thrown over was not a weapon, he smiled disdainfully and lowered his guard.
"You can open it, if not, I'll teach you." Feng Yuan said in French with a smile.
Manakala smiled disdainfully again, reached out and clicked the button on the holographic computer pen, proving to Feng Yuan that he knew how to use this thing. However, the moment he clicked on the switch, the picture of steel that popped up on the holographic screen made him stunned.
On the screen is a picture overlooking the ground from a high altitude.
Because it was night and the height was too high, I could only see a few connected bright spots in the middle of the screen.
Manakala felt vaguely that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Suddenly, he found that the hill in the corner of the picture seemed familiar.
However, just when he was about to take a closer look, the picture suddenly zoomed in towards the bright spot in the middle.
Manakala was stunned.
Until then, he finally saw it clearly.
It is his tribe in the center of the picture, and the rising flame is the bonfire for the sacrifice and celebration.
Suddenly, something fell from the side of the lens, and soon turned into a black dot and blended into the night.
Just when Manakala was thinking about what was passing by the camera just now, a dazzling white light exploded over the Morsi tribe without warning.