Chapter 390 Assassination
The two sides separated at the platform of Bickburg.
Gilan was surrounded by members of the envoy group and bodyguards, and drifted away.
Senani carried her bag and pushed her suitcase, looking back as she walked, watching the tall, purple-eyed young man with extraordinary temperament slowly disappearing into the bustling crowd.
"Will I meet Mr. Gillan again?"
She thought to herself.
Although Senani told the other party her address and contact information before parting, she did not think that such a big shot would really go to Fosaka to find her.
The woman was a little disappointed.
After shaking his head at himself, he walked away.
After a while.
The envoys were warmly welcomed by a large crowd outside the train station.
There are twenty or thirty people in total, including men and women, all with dark skin. They were dressed formally, wearing light-colored handkerchiefs, which seemed to be the attire of a certain culture.
The leader is a burly middle-aged man wearing a green beret and a camouflage military uniform.
Seeing Jilan and his party, he smiled warmly.
"Is this the distinguished envoy from the Bremen Empire, Mr. Gillan Iros?"
The man opened his mouth, speaking in Doro language.
A short-haired woman beside him repeated the words in fluent Bremen, and seemed to be his accompanying translator.
Jilan led everyone over, nodded gently, and said directly in Doro language:
"Yes, I am."
"Huh?" The burly man was startled and quite surprised. "Mr. Gillan can speak Doro?!"
"I know a little bit." Ji Lan smiled politely. "Sorry for not speaking standardly."
"Oh no, no, your accent is very orthodox. If you didn't say it, I would have thought you were a noble from Fosaka!"
The man in military uniform seemed very happy and complimented.
Then, he quickly stretched out a hand.
“I am the deputy military commander and foreign minister of the Kingdom of Fosaka, Kasim Abdullaye, and I am responsible for welcoming the envoys from your country this time.”
"Hello, Minister Kasim." Jilan raised his hand and shook it politely.
“I really didn’t expect that the empire would attach so much importance to this meeting that it would send Mr. Gillan, the foreign minister, to visit in person...”
Kasimu was a little excited.
“His Majesty the King was very happy after hearing the news and ordered me to receive all the guests well.”
After the empire decided to send Fosaka as an envoy, the Fosaka royal family went to Fosaka overnight. After studying the personnel information of this mission, I did not dare to neglect it at all.
The Empire sent the youngest Executive Minister of Foreign Affairs in its history, Guillen Iros.
This incident shocked the entire Fosaka royal family.
After all, the gap between the two countries is huge and their status is absolutely unequal. The rare diplomatic activities in the past were limited to Fosaka unilaterally sending envoys to the empire.
This time it was actually the Imperial Foreign Minister who visited in person, how could they not feel honored.
Nature attaches great importance to...
"Please also ask Foreign Minister Gilan and all the envoys to get on the bus first. Bickburg is not far from Daxiwal, the royal city of Fosaka."
Kasimu raised his hand and bowed.
There is a row of brand-new black cars parked there, which are clearly unique products of the empire. Most of them were purchased by the Fosaka royal family at a huge expense.
"His Majesty the King is waiting at the palace and has prepared a sumptuous banquet for Foreign Minister Gilan and the envoys to go and enjoy."
"Yes." Gilan nodded.
Immediately, he led the envoys into the car.
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Two hours later.
The convoy entered the Kingdom of Fosaka.
Gillan sat in the back seat, staring out the window at the exotic street scene.
As the intelligence stated, this western country is indeed very barren and backward. The streets are still very old stone pavements, and some alleys are even dirt roads like villages, with mud and potholes.
Most of the buildings are stone brick bungalows, and tall buildings are rare.
On the windy and sand-covered streets, almost all carriages were passing by. Most of the Fosaka residents on both sides of the road are wearing body-wrapped robes and kerchiefs.
Seeing the motorcade passing by, they stopped to watch in surprise and talked about it.
More than an hour passed.
At noon, the motorcade arrived at the Fosaka Palace. After passing through the sea of people, we stopped at the square in front of the palace.
As soon as Jilan got out of the car, he saw the huge palace directly in front of him. There were huge crowds of people around the square and it was quite noisy.
These are all people from the royal city. When they heard that the Foreign Minister of the Bremen Empire was visiting, they all came to watch the excitement very excitedly.
Fosaka's army maintained order on the periphery, and the sky was filled with rebellion. There are some sculpture decorations placed in the center of the square and a huge welcome banner.
The formally dressed royal members have been waiting here for a long time.
"Welcome! Distinguished envoys of the Bremen Empire!"
The leader of the old man came towards us with a smile on his face.
He was dressed in a white robe and a gold-trimmed round hat, and he looked like a leader in his movements. Behind him were the royal family, nobles and escorts.
“Foreign Minister Guillen Iros, very welcome!”
"Your Majesty Lewan, this is our first meeting."
Gilan shook hands with the old man and said politely.
The old king was very enthusiastic and held Gilan's hand for a long time, and then said:
"Here, please, Foreign Minister Jilan, and all the envoys."
While walking, the old king said:
"It's windy and sandy all the way from Bickburg to Fosaka. Thank you for your hard work, distinguished guests. Let's go to the palace for dinner first, and then let the servants take a bath for the distinguished guests, and then we can have a good chat."
"That's fine." "Jilan did not refuse and nodded politely.
The old king always had a smile on his face.
He looked at the young foreign minister beside him without any trace, secretly surprised in his heart.
Lewan, who was once a heroic warrior, felt an extremely strong sense of danger from this extraordinary purple-eyed young man.
Based on his intuition that has been battle-tested for a long time, Levan can be sure that the strength of Foreign Minister Gilan is absolutely unfathomable.
No wonder the Bremen Empire sent him to visit in person, with only a dozen bodyguards accompanying him. This shows that the empire is extremely reassured by this foreign minister, and he himself must be quite confident.
"Come, please come this way."
The king of Fosaka personally led the envoys up the steps and walked into the palace.
Although the huge hall is not as majestic as the Imperial Square Palace, it is not as unbearable as Jilan imagined.
It is clean and tidy overall, with reliefs engraved on the surface of each stone pillar and many gilded artworks inlaid on the walls.
More than a dozen tables of food and drinks have been set up in advance, with everything you need. Even the servants are mostly handsome men and beautiful women, wearing scantily clad clothes.
It can be seen that the Fosaka royal family attaches great importance to the arrival of Jilan and others. This is definitely the highest level of treatment for foreign guests.
"Foreign Minister Gilan, the two countries are far apart, and I am very happy for your arrival. Please enjoy this banquet."
The old king sat at the head of the table and picked up the wine glass. Then he toasted to Jilan.
Gilan smiled slightly and raised his glass.
The members of the envoy group and the men and women of the Fosaka royal family across the table also toasted each other, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
After a sumptuous lunch, the two parties had a good chat. Jilan and the other envoys also accepted each other's kindness and went to take a bath.
Changed clothes and took a short rest. Only then did Gilan have a more in-depth conversation with the old king Lewan.
"Foreign Minister Gilan, some new streets, schools and factories have been built recently in the royal city of Fosaka."
In a magnificent side hall, the old king sat on a stone seat covered with beast furs, facing The purple-eyed young man opposite smiled.
It is not difficult to see that he looks quite happy.
"I would like to invite you and other envoys to visit with me. What do you think?"
"I am very happy, Your Majesty Lewan."
Gillan smiled and said.
The maid on the side, wearing only a few pieces of cloth that could cover the key parts, stepped forward at the right time and poured the fruit wine specially provided by the Fosaka royal family for Gilan and the other envoys.
Jilan thanked her softly and took a sip.
This drink is sour and sweet, with a complex fruity aroma and low-alcohol liquor, giving it an exotic flavor.
But in comparison, he still prefers sticky bark milk tea.
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In the afternoon.
The envoy group, together with the old king and the royal guards, set off in a large carriage and visited several locations in the royal city of Dasiwal while chatting.
The streets of Fosaka have begun to use asphalt and cement, and the renovation of the urban drainage system is also progressing steadily.
The main buildings of factories and schools are made of reinforced concrete and look stylish.
But Gilan felt that the overall level of urbanization in Darsilval was not even as good as that of Brak City, a small remote city in the empire.
The foundation is too poor.
It is difficult to achieve results in a short period of time.
The most critical thing is because of the backward economic and technological level.
Compared to the Bremen Empire, and even the other two overlords, the Stuttgart Empire and the Owena Federation, Fosaka is simply a "primitive".
“Foreign Minister Jilan, I’m ashamed to say that.”
The old king was walking alone with Jilan in the factory trail of an industrial park. The bodyguards and the envoys were tens of meters apart. The two of them left enough space for privacy.
Lewan stopped and said with a wry smile:
“The development speed of Fosaka has exceeded that of the surrounding western countries, but compared to the great Bremen Empire , our place is still like a village..."
The old king seemed to say without hesitation.
He sighed.
“Although Fosaka has a long history, it was built by countless warriors who united many city-states in battles. However, with the development of the times, Fosaka became successful in this desert and was also trapped in it. This desert."
"I inherited the wishes of my fathers and tried to make Fosaka more prosperous and powerful, but... alas!"
Levan looked at him with a calm expression. The purple-eyed young man gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:
"Lord Gilan, I beg the empire to lend a helping hand to Fosaka and provide economic and technical help... Of course, we will also provide enough sincerity, such as some of Fosaka's unique coal and oil resources. "
At this time, there were no outsiders present, and Levan did not care about his own dignity, so he directly used the title "Sir".
Jilan remained calm, but was filled with emotion in her heart.
This old king is also flexible and flexible.
After holding it in for so long, I finally spoke up...
From the moment the envoys arrived in Fossaka to now, both parties have a tacit understanding not to get into the main topic.
It’s just that the old king couldn’t calm down anymore.
Fosaka’s current predicament is quite obvious.
Food, water, economy, transportation, education, etc., these are all difficult problems... What's more, there are other western countries looking at it externally, and there are also revolutionary armies that have recently broken out internally.
In a word, the situation is dire.
Levan regarded the visit of the Bremen Imperial Envoy as an important opportunity.
It is possible to change Fosaka's current predicament and find a new way out.
"Your Majesty Lewan." Gilan shook his head. "With all due respect, coal and oil are already obsolete energy sources for the empire..."
"I know." The old king forced a smile. "The steel vehicles purchased consume an energy called 'whale oil battery' instead of coal or oil..."
"But I believe that the empire must still need this kind of energy. Energy.”
Gillan smiled.
Seeing the serious look on the old man's face, he knew that he had failed to frighten the other party.
Although the old king of Fosaka is limited by his cognition, he is definitely not stupid. No matter how fast the Bremen Empire develops, it is impossible to completely abandon coal and oil.
So, Lewan still has a bargaining chip in his hand.
But Jilan didn’t follow the other party’s lead at all and put out a new condition, saying:
"Let's do this, Your Majesty Lewan... I can make the decision and agree to the investment and technology you want, but in addition to coal and oil resources, the empire also needs your gold, silver and iron and tin minerals."
"Although the Fosaka Kingdom is located to the west of the empire and is surrounded by wind and sand, it should not be so blocked that no one knows what major events are happening in the outside world..."
Jilan said lightly.
"Why are we here? Your Majesty must have some guesses in his mind."
"Master Jilan, this..."
The old king's face changed slightly.
Of course he knows what Gilan means.
The two overlords of Buao are about to go to war. This news can shock the entire continent. No country is unaware of this news.
So the conditions proposed by Gilan were clear to Levan's heart.
Once the war started, energy, gold, iron and tin and other minerals were in short supply, and the empire certainly needed them.
But once this condition is met, it also means that in the eyes of outsiders, the Fosaka Kingdom has aligned itself with the Bremen Empire.
This is what makes Lewan hesitate.
Fosaka has remained neutral for decades. At this critical juncture, if he is not careful, the entire country may fall into the abyss due to one of his wrong decisions, and there will be no recovery.
“Can you let me think about it?”
The old king was silent for a while before he said.
Jilan did not press forward step by step, but said lightly:
"Of course. We are in Fosaka..."
As he was speaking, before he could finish his words, there was a harsh crack. There was an empty sound.
Phew——
The old king’s pupils shrank.
He just blinked and was shocked to find that the purple-eyed young man had raised his hand at some point and was clenching his fist.
Bang! !
It was only then that a crisp gunshot came from the distance.
The purple-eyed young man's face remained as usual and he spread his fingers.
A slender sniper rifle bullet fell from his palm with a clang.
He turned to look at a tall building in the corner of the factory building and said calmly:
"Your Majesty Lewan, it seems that someone does not welcome our arrival..."
The old king's expression changed. He immediately turned around and shouted:
"Guards!!"
Dozens and hundreds of royal guards came around, and the leader shouted:
"There is an assassin!"
"Protect His Majesty! Protect the imperial envoy!"
(End of this chapter)