Rise of an Empire

"Yes, I came here to hunt this time, but I have exchanged diplomatic documents with the king of your country. Could it be that you, the prince, don't care about things?" The Duke looked at Njobu in front of him calmly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. .

Njobu was at a loss for words. His brother T'Chaka's attitude towards him was like guarding against thieves. After all, since ancient times, most of the ruthless people belong to the imperial family.

Fighting between brothers over family property happens all the time, not to mention the throne of Wakanda.

Compared to the political idiot T'Challa was thirty years later, the old Black Panther T'Chaka was an out-and-out politician. He was extremely merciful by not killing Njob directly. How could he really be allowed to do so? access to power

A dissatisfied expression flashed across Njob's face, and he immediately thought of the information he had seen two days ago.

"You are the Duke of Wettin"

As the world's most powerful economic star in the past ten years and a war hero trumpeted by the United States, Duke Wetting has a great reputation around the world.

Although ordinary people in Wakanda do not understand and do not want to know everything that is happening in the outside world, for N'Job, he still has a certain understanding of the outside world.

Especially since he has been ordered by T'Chaka to go to the United States to serve as a spy, he naturally has to pay more attention to American intelligence.

"That's right, it seems that you are not a savage who is ill-informed." Conrad raised his head contemptuously and glanced at Njobu from the corner of his eye, and said arrogantly.

Njobu clenched his fists angrily. If he couldn't defeat the opponent, he would definitely let the opponent know what would happen if he dared to underestimate him.

These ignorant outsiders have no idea of ​​the greatness of Wakanda.

Compared with Wakanda, the United States and the Soviet Union are just scum. It’s just ignorant guys like T’Chaka who cling to the so-called ancestral teachings that make these damn white people so arrogant.

If you can become the king of Wakanda, you must modify the unreasonable ancestral precepts and let the whole world know that Wakanda is the greatest country in the world and black people are the noblest race.

Originally, according to the general routine, Conrad should put down his posture at this time and have a drink and chat with Njobu, acting like they don't know each other without fighting.

Only in this way can the other party let down their guard, and then fool the other party into taking him to Wakanda to investigate or obtain information directly from the other party's mouth.

Conrad couldn't accept it just for him to be arrogant with the nigger in front of him.

So he simply did the opposite and directly showed his nobility and contempt for the other party to see if he could irritate Njobu, a guy with a sensitive personality.

But now it seems that this guy Njobu still has some determination. Even if he was ridiculed in this way, he was not stupid enough to report his wealth. Instead, he lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

"My dear, what are you talking about with this kind of person?" Linda also walked out of the car at this time, covering her nose with a slight disgust, and then asked Conrad.

Unlike the Duke's somewhat deliberate behavior, Linda's disdain for black people came from the bottom of her heart.

The black affirmative action enacted by Kennedy was only ten years ago. In the United States in the 1940s and 1950s, there was a need for segregation between blacks and whites.

Therefore, Linda has not had a good impression of these black people since she was a child. In addition, Conrad has never concealed his racial discrimination, so Linda is now a complete racist.

"Hurry up and carry my prey to the car." Linda first glanced at Njobu with disdain, and then scolded Eva who was still in a daze.

"I'm sorry, I'll move right away." Eva quickly bowed to Linda. After several years of training, this military beauty has now become extremely well-behaved.

After all, to Conrad, Eva is just a plaything that he took back when he was bored in Vietnam. Even if Linda bullies her to play with her, he will not care.

The rules of Weting Manor are somewhat similar to the harem of ancient emperors. Linda is naturally the well-deserved queen, while Gudrun and Frost are like royal concubines.

If Sadako Yamamura is the most popular female official around the emperor, then Eva can only be regarded as a talented person in a remote palace.

Compared with the female slaves living in the corners of the manor, Eva was naturally considered a celebrity in front of the emperor.

But compared with Linda, Eva is the kind of insignificant person who no one will ask about even if she is beaten to death.

Conrad would not care about the rights and wrongs of the harem like some boring emperors in Qing palace dramas.

As long as these women don't do things beyond his psychological bottom line, he won't worry about trivial things.

Seeing Eva hurriedly preparing to drag the zebra, Linda couldn't help but cursed.

"Idiot, don't you see there is a lion here?"

Although she did not kill the lion, Linda now regarded the lion as her prey.

When he returns to Manhattan, he must make a specimen of this lion and then take it to a tea party to show off.

Among those women who only dare to stay at home, drink tea and gossip, who is as cool as me to actually hunt lions in Africa?

"This should be Mrs. Linda Johnson Wetting, right?" N'Jobu looked at Miss Linda who was standing next to her bossing around, and couldn't help but ask.

Linda is actually not well-known, but who gives her a good father and a good husband?

Whether she is the daughter of the current President of the United States or the de jure wife of Duke Wetting, no matter which title she takes, it will make people sigh.

"Who are you?" Linda then glanced sideways at Njobu standing there and asked in disgust.

"Your Majesty, Prince N'Jobu of Wakanda, consider this lion a gift for your wife." N'Jobu made a fist with his right hand and hammered his chest.

"Well, you still have some eyesight." Linda glanced at Njobu contemptuously, and then said softly while waving the silk fan in her hand.

A lion is not a good thing to her, but after all, it is a prey killed by others, so it would be great if she can take the initiative to send it to her.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Wetting, is this your maid?" Njobu asked Linda, pointing to Eva who was standing in front of the lion, feeling worried.

"What do you want to say?" Linda originally didn't want to pay attention to this black man, but considering that the other man had just given her a lion, and it seemed that he was still the prince of Wakanda, she frowned and asked.

"I am very fond of Mrs. Weiting's maid and want to buy her from the lady," Njobu said with a bow.