Major General Kazedi's words played a final role.

The soldiers woke up from the noble Julius, and Lorraine's voice lingered in their ears again.

Things suddenly became very interesting.

As long as the invaders are famous, the ruler will not follow the war, and the disaster of destroying the country is near, but it has become a disaster directed and acted by Sudan.

So... Although Milani Castle has betrayed the people, it accidentally stood behind justice?

Everyone felt that they needed time to digest this secret that they shouldn't have known.

The company commander's rough and loud command sounded: "Everyone! Take your guns and return to the camp!"

Prince Dillaman stared blankly at the sergeant in front of him, turning around in a row, lined up, and walked through the city gate as he did not long ago and returned to the castle.

"Bashar!"

Colonel Kassad was stunned for a moment: "Your Highness..."

He couldn't finish his words, but in fact he didn't finish a whole sentence during this visit from the prince.

This time he was interrupted by his brother Major General Kassadi, whose voice was so dull that there was no ups and downs.

"The only object of loyalty to Kazadi is the Omani, not any Omani, but Omani."

The gate of the castle was closed, and the soldiers returned to the fort and were soon bound to the tower that was invisible.

Prince Dillaman also left soon after, and was alone when he came, and was alone when he returned.

Lorraine looked at the lonely background with great interest.

"Hena."

Henna leaned over silently.

"How are you getting along with the third sister these two days?"

Henna thought for a while: "Xiao Sanmei and Wang Ye have very different skills, more hidden, and have many similarities with Asathin, which gave me a lot of inspiration."

"It's good to be inspired." Lorraine raised her hand and pointed in the direction where Dillaman disappeared, "Hena, you have stared at Hassadi for several days. In your opinion, is it that the two Hassadi are more like brothers, or is the relationship between Hassadi and Dillaman deeper?"

"The latter." Henna replied without hesitation, "The two Kazakhsards get along very far behind people, and it is difficult to agree even if it is a trivial matter."

"Take our case, Big Hassad advocates giving us the whole Milani, while Little Hassad keeps swaying, and Burning the Port Night makes him in great pain."

Lorraine raised her eyebrows: "You never told me these things."

"Because there is no need. Little Hassadi has no say in Milani Fort, and even ordinary soldiers dare to contradict his orders head-on. Big Hassadi is very firm. He said more than once that Imam needs money, Li Aman is poor, and Yuan Fort needs a more stable income to support the pious ***."

"It seems that the differences in loyalty have already caused the brothers to part ways..." Lorraine pondered for a while, "Tonight I want to invite Big Hasadi to eat roasted camels at the rock beach next to the dock. I only need to notify him by myself, but please tell him that he can tell anyone he thinks he needs it."

"good."

...

The night is getting dark.

The gentle sea breeze shaking the bonfire on the rocky beach. Valkyrie and the lady who was as beautiful as her were shaking side by side, like a girl watching the moon.

The moonlight is beautiful. The bright moon wheel is very large and round, wrapping around the castle on the cliff, lonely and silent.

Lorraine sat by the sea, alone, listening to Haitao lifting her skin from time to time.

The wine from Latu Manor was filled with the bag, and suddenly I changed my drinking method. I have to say... there is no difference between it and the rotten wine in a large bucket.

It's so strange, it's obviously much more expensive...

The aroma of meat wafted out.

The rich aroma mixed with spicy and complex spices, Adere took the sailors to roast the camel lamb, turning it one by one, so that the oozing oil could fill the entire surface.

Roasted camel lamb is a favorite delicacy of Omani people. They choose a few months old camel lamb, wash it, empty it, stuff it into their belly, stuff it into chickens, and stuff it into pigeons, supplemented with various spices that are full of ghosts, wrapped layer by layer, sprinkled handfuls.

Just listening to such a complicated cooking process, Lorraine felt that she would definitely not like this dish, but she definitely liked the cooking process. It was more than just a good place to treat customers, and it was simply excellent.

The camel lamb has been roasted for more than an hour. The pigeons inside are about to ripen, and footsteps are finally heard on the ladder.

One step, steady and powerful.

Lorraine turned around and threw the skin towards the sound. Someone steadily caught it, bounced open the cork and poured wine.

"Latu of Bordeaux, and the wine from Louis XIII, were first-class in the light and rain." Major General Kazardi laughed, "I deserve to be the top chaebol in England, Mr. Drake, I like this wine!"

Lorraine's expression was a little hard to describe: "General Kazardi, how much did you spend on buying this message?"

Hassad Hamad: "…an emerald."

"It's a loss."

"It's a loss..."

He turned his hands and threw the skin into the sea, clapped his hands, and spat a few more disgusting spits.

"Your people feel that they only need to communicate with my brother, and have never sent me a conversation invitation like you alone."

The implication is that the Major General felt that he was over-prepared for this meeting was Lorraine's fault.

Lorraine shrugged: "From a business perspective, our business partners should have the highest right to know about the cooperation content, and there is no problem."

The major general smiled coldly: "But you let your woman invite me sneakily."

"Sneaking is a slander, but social dinners should be differentiated from formal or informal business conversations. You are an important member of my partner team and I have no problem sending you a social invitation."

"So I always think that businessmen are more cunning creatures than politicians." The Major General pursed, "Roy, Roy Ben Hassadi, with your strength, you can call me Roy directly."

"Lorraine, Lorraine, Yanasson, Drake, I don't value the name."

Roy frowned: "The title is important."

"unimportant."

“It carries blood and glory!”

"But no matter whether in the east or west, surnames will be divided by politics, recording the compromise of blood to interests."

"Emmmm, I'll call you Lorraine."

"Honored, Mr. Roy."

Roy waved his hand and walked down the ladder, sat across from Lorraine.

It happened that Adre's roasted camel was freshly baked, and the freshest pigeon inside was plated and sent to Roy. The least tender brown camel skin was cut off one by one, piled up into French fries and placed next to Lorraine.

Roy opened his hand and chewed half of the steamed pigeon in big mouth: "Mr. Lorraine, what prompted you to launch this night party?"

Lorraine thought for a while: "I have heard several stories in the past few days, including Sahadi, Sayed, Jalari, Muscat, Omani and Omani imams, and learned many interesting things that I had never known before."

"You tell a story?" Roy spitted out his bones, "Aziz of the Manzeri's family?"

"Are you familiar with him?"

"I'm not familiar with him, but he is a big man in Oman, and everyone in Muscat knows his existence."

"I hope to hear the details."

"He was called noble ecchymns by the common people, and the excess. idiots, incompetents, madmen, traitors, people call him by all evil names, and put all the headless cases on his head, whether he has done it or not."

"A person who is entrusted by malicious intention?"

"Yes." Roy nodded, "Buy stories from him, how much did you spend?"

"A vice president position, 5% of the African branch."

"It's a loss."

"I think I'm making a profit." Lorraine put down the plate and hit the edge of the plate with a silver fork. "First of the point, Mr. Roy. In his cooperation with Kassad, I think our previous decisions were deviated."

Roy bit off the dove's leg bones, and his teeth chewed the broken bones into bone residue like files, and mixed with the meat to swallow them.

"Are you not satisfied with my brother?"

"Yes, not satisfied." Lorraine thought for a moment, "Your brother is threatening our happy cooperation. If he lets him continue, Milani will become a battlefield, and you and I will eventually face each other."

"It doesn't sound bad." Roy shook his hand and threw away the plate and the remaining doves. "You only have 800 people, and I have 1,500 people."

"It may be bad for a general. You encourage the prince to kill his father. If he does, you will have the position of returning home. At that time, everyone is guilty. The past exposing the Communist Party and resisting foreign enemies is the best outcome for the Sultanate."

"But what about the Imam?" Lorraine smiled and looked at Roy's gloomy face. "How are you going to face the expectations of Imam? Riaman is poor, but there are many believers. They have nothing but faith. When the pockets of Imam are hollowed out, where should faith go?"

Roy gritted his teeth: "Aziz..."

"Life will not be perfect. Mr. Roy, between loyalty and affection, sometimes there is only one choice. The intention to get everything is greed, and greed will cost you the price and end up getting nothing."

Lorraine whispered like a demon, her words wrapped around the drill bits, drilling in through Roy's ears, and flesh and blood splattered.

Roy couldn't help but twitching on his face: "What are you going to do?"

"Make patriots ugly, make traitors shine, make Imam rich, and make commerce prosperous."
Chapter completed!