Chapter 421

Major general hasadi's words played a decisive role.

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

Things suddenly became interesting.

As long as the invaders have their reputation, although the rulers do not obey the war, the disaster of destroying the country is imminent, but it has become a disaster directed and played by the Sudan.

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

Everyone felt that they needed time to digest the secret that they should not have known.

The company commander's broad and loud order sounded: "everyone! Close the gun and return to the camp!"

Prince dilaman stared blankly at the sergeants in front of him. They turned around and lined up in line. They fished through the city gate and went back to the castle as they had not long ago.

"Bashar!"

Colonel hassadi was stunned: "Your Highness..."

He couldn't finish. In fact, he didn't finish a whole sentence during the prince's visit.

This time he was interrupted by his brother major general hasadi. The major general's voice was so flat that there was no fluctuation.

"Hassadi's loyal target is only Omani, not any Omani, but Omani."

The gate of the castle closed, and the sergeants returned to the castle and were soon confined to the invisible tower.

Prince dilaman soon left, coming alone and returning alone.

Lorraine looked at the lonely background with great interest.

"Haina."

Hannah leaned over in silence.

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

Haina thought: "the skills of Xiao Sanmei and Wang Ye are very different, more hidden, and have more in common with asasin, which has given me a lot of inspiration."

"It's good to have inspiration." Lorraine raised his finger to the direction where Dilman disappeared. "Haina, you stared at the big and small hasadi for several days. In your opinion, are the two hasadi more like brothers, or do the little hasadi and Dilman have deeper feelings?"

"The latter," Haina replied without hesitation, "the two hasadis are very estranged from each other, and it is difficult to agree on even small things."

"Take our case for example. The big hassadi advocated giving the whole Milani to us, while the little hassadi kept swinging. Burning the port night made him miserable."

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

"Because it's not necessary. Little hasadi has no right to speak in Milani fort, and even ordinary soldiers dare to contradict his orders. Big hasadi is very firm. He said more than once that imams need money, Liman is poor, and the round Fort needs a more stable income to feed pious people."

"It seems that the difference of loyal objects has long made the two brothers go their separate ways..." Lorraine pondered for a moment. "Tonight, I want to invite big hassadi to eat roast camel lamb in the stone beach next to the wharf. I only need to inform him, but please tell him that he can tell anyone he thinks he needs."

"OK."

……

The night was thick.

The gentle sea breeze stirred the bonfire on the stone beach, and nearby valkiri swayed side by side with her equally beautiful ladies, like a girl one or two, enjoying the moon.

The moonlight is beautiful. The bright moon wheel is very large and round. It wraps the castle on the cliff and is lonely and silent.

Lorraine sat by the sea, alone, listening to Haitao lift his skin bag from time to time.

The bag contained the wine of lato manor, and suddenly changed the drinking method. I have to say... It was no different from the rotten wine in a barrel.

It's so strange. It's much more expensive. I say

The meat came out.

The fragrant fragrance is mixed with spicy and complex spices. Edley takes the sailors to roast camel lambs and turn them around to make the exuded oil roll over the whole surface.

Roast camel lamb is a favorite food of Omani people. Select a few month old camel lamb, wash it, empty it, and fill it with lamb, chicken and pigeon, supplemented by a variety of damn spices, wrapped layer by layer and sprinkled one by one.

Just listening to such a complex cooking process, Lorraine felt that he would not like to eat this dish, but he must like the cooking process. It is not only good to treat guests, but also excellent.

The camel lamb had been roasted for more than an hour, the innermost pigeon was about to be ripe, and finally footsteps came from the stairs.

One step, steady and powerful.

Lorraine turned back and threw the bag at the sound. Someone caught it firmly, popped the cork and poured wine.

"Lato in Bordeaux, and it is the wine of Louis XIII period. The light and rain are first-class." major general hassadi laughed bravely. "It is worthy of being the top chaebol in England, Mr. Drake. I like this wine!"

Lorraine's expression was a little wordless: "general hassadi, how much did you spend on this message?"

Hassadi's heroic stagnation: "... An emerald."

"Lost."

"It's a loss..."

He turned his hand and threw his skin bag into the sea. He clapped his hands and spat a few mouthfuls of disgusting spittle.

"Your people think they only need to communicate with my brother. They have never sent me an invitation to talk alone like you."

By implication, the major general felt that he was over prepared for the meeting, which was Lorraine's pot.

Lorraine shrugged: "from a commercial point of view, our business partners should have the highest right to know about the cooperation content, which is no problem."

The major general smiled coldly, "but you let your woman secretly invite me."

"Sneakiness is slander, but social dinner should be distinguished from formal or informal business conversation. You are an important member of my partner team, and I have no operational problems when I send you a social invitation."

"So I always think businessmen are more cunning creatures than politicians." the major general deflated his mouth. "Roy, Roy Ben hassadi, you can call me Roy directly with your strength."

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

Roy frowned. "The name is very important."

"It doesn't matter."

"It carries blood and glory!"

"But whether in the east or the west, surnames will be separated by politics, recording the compromise of blood to interests."

"Emmmm, I call you Lorraine."

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Roy."

Roy waved down the stairs and sat down opposite Lorraine.

It happened that edley's roast camel lamb was fresh out of the oven. The freshest and tender pigeons in it were put in a plate and sent to Roy. The least tender burnt yellow camel skin was cut off and stacked into potato strips and placed next to Lorraine.

Roy tore off half a steamed pigeon with his hand and chewed it. "Mr. Lorraine, what prompted you to start this night meeting?"

Lorraine thought for a moment: "I have heard several stories in succession these days. Sahadi, said, Jalali, Muscat, Omani and Imam of Omani have learned many interesting things I didn't know before."

"You tell a story?" Roy bah dropped his bone. "Aziz of the manzeli family?"

"Do you know him?"

"I don't know him, but he is a big man in Oman. No one in Muscat knows his existence."

"I'd like to hear it in detail."

"He was called noble bruises and superfluous things by the common people. Fools, morons, madmen and believers called him by all bad names and put all headless cases on his head, whether he had done it or not."

"The person maliciously entrusted?"

"Yes." Roy nodded. "How much did you spend on buying stories from him?"

"As a vice president, the African branch has a 5% stake."

"Lost."

"I think I made a profit." Lorraine put down the plate and tapped the edge with a silver fork. "To get straight to the point, Mr. Roy. In terms of cooperation with hassadi, I think there was a deviation in our previous decision."

Roy snapped off the pigeon's leg bone, and his teeth chewed the broken bone into bone residue like a file and swallowed it with the meat.

"Are you dissatisfied with my brother?"

"Yes, not satisfied." Lorraine considered for a moment, "your brother is threatening our pleasant cooperation. If he is allowed to act recklessly, Milani will become a battlefield, and you and I will eventually face each other."

"That doesn't sound bad." Roy threw away the plate and the remaining pigeons. "You only have 800 people, and I have 1500 people."

"It may not be bad for a general. You encourage the prince to kill his father. If he does, you will have the position of returning home. Then everyone will be guilty. Exposing the Communist Party and rejecting foreign enemies in the past is the best outcome for the Sultanate."

"But what about Imam?" Lorraine smiled and looked at Roy's gloomy face. "How are you going to face Imam's expectations? Liman is very poor, but there are many believers. They have nothing but faith. When Imam's pocket is emptied, where should faith go?"

Roy gritted his teeth: "Aziz..."

"Life will not be perfect, Mr. Roy. Sometimes you have only one choice between loyalty and family affection. Greed is greed. Greed will make you pay the price and get nothing in the end."

Lorraine whispered like a demon, his words twisted into a drill bit and went in Roy's ear, splashing flesh and blood.

Roy couldn't restrain the twitch on his face. "What are you going to do?"

"Make patriots ugly, traitors brilliant, imams rich and trade prosperous."

"I'm a businessman," Lorraine said. "A businessman is a builder, not a destroyer."