I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1569: Reciprocity gifts

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In the evening, while Moore West was celebrating a hunting victory, a banquet was also held in Mombasa ’s palace. The host of the banquet is, of course, Chief Duaman, but this banquet is not to celebrate anything, but to let the West of Moore fall and the futuristic group to dispel the suspicions.

As a result, Chief Duaman also invited the emissaries of the west of Moore and Feng Yuan, the manager of the future human development in Africa.

Even if your brain is not very smart, it is absolutely impossible to be a fool if you can take the position of Chief of the United Arab Emirates. One is his bravest hound, and the other is a goat with sharp edges and corners. In order to make the hair on the goat grow, proper comfort is still necessary.

However, the two of them sitting at the banquet seemed to have no intention of shaking hands.

Before the banquet began, the chieftain first spoke a lot of words, and then pulled all the nobles and courtiers to have a drink together, and then said something about "respect for harmony", "under the example of the next" For words like this, there is not even a harsh rebuke to the provocative Moore West.

"... you and Manakala are both important friends of our Steel Tooth tribe. I hope you can respect each other for a glass of wine, and turn the hatred seeds into the dust on the Sahara desert, brought by the breath of the earth goddess Go. "

After finishing, Du Aman glanced at Feng Yuan and Manakala sitting opposite him, indicating that they could toast each other.

From the previous remarks of Chief Duamand, Feng Yuan learned that this messenger's name was Manakala, a nobleman in the western part of the Moors, and also a quite prestigious warrior among the tribes. Silently noted the name, Feng Yuan said nothing and stood up.

Two maids wearing gold ornaments carried the tray forward and walked to the two sitting opposite each other. The gold-plated wine glass is placed in the center of the tray, and the shaking liquid is like blood.

No matter what, there is nothing wrong with wine.

However, when Feng Yuan reached out and picked up the wine glass from the gold-plated tray, he sat with his arms on the opposite side of Manakala, but he did n’t even touch the wine glass, and came directly to the maid. The wine glass spit out foam.

The atmosphere at the banquet instantly froze, and the crowd looked at Feng Yuan, who was standing there alone, with his good-looking eyes.

Manakala seemed to feel that he had n’t done enough. After vomiting, he looked at Feng Yuan with contempt and humiliated him with a voice that everyone could hear.

However, because the messenger was not in French, Feng Yuan didn't understand it. What did he do in the end?

Without anger, Feng Yuan tilted his head slightly and whispered to the translator standing behind him.

"What did he say."

The translator standing behind him hesitated, gritted his teeth, and finally whispered hard.

"He said ... Moore West will not be seated with the cowards, that will stigmatize our totem ..."

"I got it."

After listening, Feng Yuan was unexpectedly calm, so that the translator standing behind him was slightly stunned.

Seeing that the yellow race did not respond, the many nobles, courtiers, and representatives of other tribes sitting in the banquet seat looked into Feng Yuan's eyes.

In this grassland, the strong is the order, and the weak is destined to be enslaved. This is the rule that has been in operation since the war. No matter whether the outside world is peaceful or destroyed, it has not changed. Faced with the humiliation of other tribes, they have no courage to duel and will only be looked down upon by everyone.

Do n’t take those disdainful sights to heart, Feng Yuan just glanced at Chief Du Aman, and seeing that he did n’t express anything about Manakala ’s behavior, he understood the meaning in his heart.

If you are in Pan-Asia, spit in the face of the master in front of the wine glass, the weak is not the face of the enemy, but the face of the master, even if it is a reckless man without a city. But there don't seem to be so many bends and turns here. Just looking at the Chief Chief as a matter of course, he knows that he will not blame the people who fell in Moore's west.

Maybe this is the difference between civilized and barbarian.

"It seems that not all of Chief Duaman's descendants know how to behave. Just, I don't have that interest either, drinking with uncivilized beasts." Then, Feng Yuan poured the wine in the glass He was on the ground, and then looked at Manakala, who was sitting there disdainfully, and said lightly, "As for your cup, I will let you drink on your knees."

Manakala grinned, showing a fierce look.

"You can try it, monkey."

He uses French this time.

At this moment, the gate of the palace was suddenly pushed open, and a black soldier trot into it anxiously, and knelt down on one knee next to Chief Du Aman, and hurriedly said something.

Because they were too far apart, Feng Yuan didn't hear what he said, but he saw that Chief Du Aman's face gradually became ugly.

At this time, the EP he wore on his wrist rang.

After tapping on the screen, seeing the text message and the attachment attached below the text message, Feng Yuan looked at Manakala sitting opposite him again, picking a corner of his mouth with a smile.

"I didn't expect to fulfill my promise so soon."

As he said, he took a memory card out of his pocket, inserted it into the EP, then inserted it into a holographic computer pen and dropped it on the table at Manakala sitting opposite him.

At the moment Feng Yuan threw the holographic computer pen, Manakala ’s pupils contracted suddenly, and the cheetah seemed to have muscles tense, but after finding out that the thrown was not a weapon, he smiled dismissively and put his guard down.

"You can open it, if not, I will teach you." Feng Yuan said with a smile in French.

Manakala smiled again, reaching for the button on the holographic computer pen and proving to Feng Yuan that he would use it. However, when he turned on the switch, the holographic screen that popped up made him stunned.

On the screen, there is a picture from the sky overlooking the ground.

Because it is night and the height is too high, you can only see the bright spots connected together in the middle of the screen.

Manakala faintly felt something was wrong, but he could n’t tell what was wrong. Suddenly, he found that the hill in the corner of the picture seemed familiar.

However, just when he was going to see it carefully, the picture suddenly enlarged toward the bright spot in the middle.

Manakala froze.

Until then, he finally saw clearly.

In the middle of the picture is his tribe, and the rising flame is the bonfire of the festival.

Suddenly, something fell from the side of the lens, and it quickly turned into a black spot and merged into the night.

Just in Manakala ’s mind, when it was just passing by the camera, a blazing white light burst over the west of Moore without warning ...