From Prisoner to Si Chen

Chapter 390 Assassination

The two sides parted ways at the platform of Bickburg.

Jilan was surrounded by the members of the envoys and bodyguards, and walked away.

Senani carried a bag and pushed a suitcase, looking back as she walked, watching the tall, elegant, purple-eyed young man slowly disappear in the bustling crowd.

"Will I meet Mr. Jilan 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 her head in self-mockery, she walked away.

A moment later.

The envoys were warmly welcomed by a large group of people outside the train station.

There were 20 to 30 of them, both men and women, all with dark skin. They were dressed formally and tied light-colored square scarves, which seemed to be a kind of unique cultural dress.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a burly figure, wearing a green beret and camouflage uniform.

When he saw Gillan and his group, he smiled warmly.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Gillan Ilos, the envoy from the Bremen Empire?"

The man spoke in Doro language.

A short-haired woman beside him repeated it in fluent Bremen language, and seemed to be his accompanying translator.

Gillan led the crowd over, nodded slightly, and said directly in Doro language:

"Yes, I am."

"Huh?" The burly man was stunned and quite surprised. "Mr. Gillan can speak Doro language?!"

"A little." Gillan smiled politely. "Please forgive me for not speaking standard."

"Oh no, your accent is very orthodox. If you didn't say it, I would have thought you were a noble of Fossaka!"

The man in military uniform seemed very happy and complimented.

Then he quickly stretched out a hand.

"I am the deputy commander of the army and foreign minister of the Kingdom of Fosaka, Kasimu Abdulaye, responsible for welcoming the envoys from your country this time."

"Hello, Minister Kasimu." Jilan raised his hand and shook hands with him politely.

"I never thought that the empire would attach so much importance to this meeting and would send Mr. Jilan, the foreign minister, to visit in person..."

Kasimu was a little excited.

"His Majesty was very happy when he heard the news and ordered me to receive all the guests well."

After the empire decided to send an envoy to Fosaka, the Fosaka royal family studied the personnel information of the envoy group overnight and did not dare to neglect it at all.

The empire sent the youngest executive minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in history, Jilan Ilos.

This incident shocked the entire Fosaka royal family.

After all, the gap between the two countries is huge and their status is absolutely unequal. In the past, the rare diplomatic activities were limited to Fosaka unilaterally sending envoys to the empire.

This time, it was the foreign minister of the empire who visited in person, how could they not feel honored.

Naturally, it is of great importance...

"Foreign Minister Gilan and the envoys, please get in the car first. Bickburg is not far from the Fosaka royal city of Dashival."

Kasimu raised his hand and pointed behind him.

There was a row of black brand-new cars parked there, which were unique products of the empire, most of which were purchased by the Fosaka royal family at a high price.

"His Majesty the King is waiting in the palace. A sumptuous banquet has been prepared for Foreign Minister Gilan and the envoys to enjoy."

"Yes." Gilan nodded.

Immediately, he took the envoys on the car.

…

Two hours later.

The convoy drove into the Fosaka Kingdom.

Gilan sat in the back seat, staring at the exotic street scene outside the window.

As the intelligence said, this western country is indeed very poor and backward, and the streets are still extremely old stone slabs. Even some alleys are dirt roads like villages, muddy and potholed.

Most of the buildings are stone brick bungalows, and high-rise buildings are rare.

The streets were full of carriages. Most of the residents of Fosaka on both sides of the road were wearing long robes and scarves.

Seeing the convoy passing by, they stopped to watch in surprise and talked about it.

More than an hour passed.

It was almost noon when the convoy arrived at the Fosaka Palace. After passing through the crowds, it stopped on the square in front of the palace.

As soon as Jilan got off the car, he saw the huge palace in front of him. The square was crowded with people and quite noisy.

These were all people from the royal city. When they heard that the foreign minister of the Bremen Empire was visiting, they were all excited to come and watch the excitement.

Fosaka's army maintained order on the periphery, and the atmosphere was in an uproar. There were some sculptures and decorations in the center of the square, and a huge welcome banner was hung.

The royal family members dressed formally had been waiting here for a long time.

"Welcome! The noble envoys of the Bremen Empire!"

The old man in the lead came with a smile on his face.

He was dressed in a white robe and a round hat inlaid with gold. His gestures showed the demeanor of a leader. Behind him were the royal family, nobles and guards.

"Foreign Minister Gillan Ilos, you are most welcome!"

"Your Majesty Levan, nice to meet you."

Gillan shook hands with the old man and said politely.

The old king was very enthusiastic and held Gillan's hand for a long time, then said:

"Please come this way, Foreign Minister Gillan, and all the envoys."

As he walked, the old king said:

"It's windy and sandy all the way from Bickburg to Fossaka. The guests have worked hard. Let's go to the palace for dinner first, then let the servants give the guests a bath, and then have a good chat."

"Okay." Gillan 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 inconspicuously, and was secretly surprised.

Levan, who was once a brave warrior, actually felt an extremely strong sense of danger from this extraordinary purple-eyed young man.

Based on his intuition from a long battle, Levan was sure that the strength of this foreign minister of Jilan was 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 very confident in this foreign minister, and he must be quite confident.

"Come, this way."

The king of Fossaka personally led the envoys up the steps and walked into the palace.

The huge hall, although not as majestic and solemn as the Imperial Palace, was not as unbearable as Jilan imagined.

It was clean and tidy as a whole, with reliefs carved on the surface of the stone pillars and many gold-plated artworks inlaid on the walls.

More than a dozen tables of food and drinks were set up in advance, with everything you could expect. Even the servants were mostly handsome men and beautiful women, wearing revealing 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 Jilan, the two countries are far apart, and I am very happy that you are here. Please enjoy this banquet."

The old king sat in the first seat, picked up the wine glass and toasted Jilan.

Jilan smiled slightly and raised his glass to indicate.

The members of the envoys and the men and women of the Fosaka royal family opposite the table also toasted each other, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After a sumptuous lunch, the two sides had a good chat. Jilan and the other envoys also accepted the other party's kindness and took a bath.

After changing clothes and taking a short rest.

Jilan then had a more in-depth conversation with the old king Levan.

"Foreign Minister Jilan, Fosaka Royal City has recently built some new streets, schools and factories."

In a magnificent side hall, the old king sat on a stone seat covered with animal fur and smiled at the purple-eyed young man opposite.

It is not difficult to see that he looked quite happy.

"I would like to invite you and other envoys to visit with me. What do you think?"

"I am happy to, Your Majesty Levan."

Gilan smiled and said.

A maid who was only wearing a few pieces of cloth to cover her key parts came forward at the right time and poured fruit wine specially provided by the royal family of Fosaka for Gilan and the other envoys.

Gilan thanked him softly and took a sip.

This drink is sour and sweet, with a combination of mixed fruit aroma and low-alcohol liquor, which is quite exotic.

But in comparison, he still prefers sticky bark milk tea.

…

In the afternoon.

The envoys set off with the old king and the royal guards in a large carriage. While chatting, they visited several places in the royal city of Dashival.

Asphalt and cement began to be used in the streets of Fosaka, and the transformation of the urban drainage system was also progressing steadily.

The main buildings of factories and schools used reinforced concrete and looked very decent.

But Gilan felt that the overall urbanization level of Dashival was not even as good as that of the remote city of the empire, the city of Brak.

The foundation was too poor.

It would be difficult to see results in a short period of time.

The most critical reason was the backwardness of economic and technological levels.

Compared with the Bremen Empire, and even the other two overlords, the Stuttgart Empire, and the Owena Federation, Fosaka was simply a "primitive man".

"Foreign Minister Gilan, I am ashamed to say this."

The old king was walking alone with Gilan in a factory path in an industrial park. The bodyguards and envoys were dozens of meters apart, leaving enough privacy for the two.

Levan stopped and smiled bitterly:

"The development speed of Fosaka has surpassed the surrounding western countries, but compared with the great Bremen Empire, we are still like a village..."

The old king seemed to say it without any hesitation.

He sighed.

"Although Fosaka has a long history, it was built by countless warriors who united many city-states in battles. But with the development of the times, Fosaka was established in this desert and was also trapped in this desert."

"I inherited the wishes of my fathers and tried to make Fosaka more prosperous and powerful, but... Alas!"

Leván looked at the purple-eyed young man with a calm expression, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice:

"Lord Jilan, I beg the empire to lend a hand to Fosaka and provide economic and technical assistance... Of course, we will also offer enough sincerity, such as some coal and oil resources unique to Fosaka."

At this time, there were no outsiders present, and Leván did not care about his own dignity and directly used the title of "Lord".

Jilán remained calm, but he was full of emotion in his heart.

This old king is also flexible.

After holding back for so long, he finally took the initiative to speak...

From the time the envoys arrived in Fosaka to now, both sides have tacitly not entered the main topic.

It's just that the old king lost his temper first.

The current predicament of Fosaka is quite obvious.

Food, water, economy, transportation, education, etc., these are all difficult problems... Moreover, there are other western countries eyeing them covetously from the outside, and there is also the recent outbreak of the revolutionary army from the inside.

In a word, it is in dire straits.

Levan regarded the visit of the Bremen Empire envoys as an important opportunity.

It is very likely 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."

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.

Therefore, Lewan still has chips in his hand.

But Jilan didn't go along with the other party at all, and put out a new condition, saying:

"Let's do this, Your Majesty Lewan...I can decide 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 mines."

"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 calmly.

"Why are we here? His Majesty must have some guesses in his mind."

"Master Jilan, this..."

The old king's face changed slightly.

Of course he knew what Gilan meant.

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.

Therefore, the conditions proposed by Gilan were clear to Levan's mind.

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 and then said.

Jilan did not press forward step by step, but said lightly:

"Of course. We are in Fosaka..."

He was speaking, but before he could finish his words, a harsh sound broke through the air.

call out--

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, clinking and falling.