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Chapter 978 Lawrence of Arabia (Fourth update, please subscribe)

Every day in London starts with the same view.

While most people were still sleeping soundly, a rising sun jumped out from the distant horizon, gilding the thick clouds covering the city, creating the illusion of clear weather, and then disappeared without a trace.

Tying the laces of his Nike running shoes, Sharif opened the door. The sun rose and set every day, as regular as clockwork, but Sharif's personal life was the exact opposite of this unchanging pattern: chaotic, unpredictable, and entirely based on luck.

luck!

It seemed like luck had never been on his side.

As a member of the Hashemite family, his status is noble. His great-grandfather was Hussein bin Ali, who led the Arab uprising and the founding monarch of the Kingdom of Hejaz. His father was the son of the second king, Ali bin Hussein. And he... if he is lucky, he will live his life in peace under the protection of the King of Jordan. The King of Jordan is his cousin. The founding kings of Jordan and Iraq are both sons of Hussein bin Ali. They are all family. The biggest difference is... they did not lose the throne.

“It’s all luck!”

Sharif grinned.

He knew that "luck" had nothing to do with him. In contrast, his cousins ​​were all very lucky.

After leaving the apartment, Sharif started running, and after entering the park, he looked up at the sky.

It was a charming moment: the morning sun lit up the sky in the east over Primrose Hill, then cast a bright flame in the west, and then all was covered by a gray sky again.

Suddenly, a thought emerged in Sharif's mind - the sky in Arabia must be very blue!

Although Sharif has never been to Hejaz, like his father, deep down in his heart he has always longed to return there, to that land one day.

Of course, they are not returning to that land as ordinary people, but as the masters of that land, because they are the masters of that land.

"It's just a thought..."

Thinking of his grandfather and father who were buried in Jerusalem after their death, Sherif quickened his pace. Some dreams really should not be had because everyone knows that they are unrealistic.

After running in the park for a while, he walked to the park bench and sat down, panting.

Just as he sat down, someone sat next to him.

Sharif glanced at him from the corner of his eye and realized that this person might be from the Middle East like him.

"Hello, Your Highness!"

The sudden greeting made Sharif stunned and he spoke instinctively.

"I'm not."

"In Hejaz, in the eyes of many people, you are still the only legitimate ruler there!"

The man sitting next to him reminded him with a smile.

“You’re from Hejaz?”

Shelf looked at the man.

“No, I’m from Israel.”

Israel!
Jews!
Sharif instinctively wanted to stand up and leave, but unexpectedly, a voice deep in his heart asked him to stay and told him that he should listen to what the other party was going to say.

"Your Highness, I suggest that we should have breakfast together and discuss some matters that may involve the interests of both parties. What do you think?"

His expression was completely benevolent, with no signs of the usual intent to kidnap or commit other acts.

In fact, apart from blood relationship, what is the point of kidnapping myself? It will only arouse the dissatisfaction and anger of the British.

"I'll treat you to the best dishes."

He added,

"What do you think?" "I don't seem to find any reason to refuse."

Soon, they arrived at a nearby restaurant. There was nothing special about breakfast, just breakfast, but what attracted Sharif was that the other party talked about things that involved the interests of both parties.

"Your Highness, we believe that you should return to Hejaz."

The man got straight to the point and said:

"And we are willing to provide all the help we can."

After saying this, the man looked straight at Sharif, as if waiting for his answer.

"I'm curious, what benefits will it bring to you if you help me return to Hejaz?"

The reason why Sharif asked this was because when his two uncles were alive, they both refused the requests for help from his father and grandfather. For them, the most important thing was to maintain the rule of their respective countries. After all, they were outsiders, and they were able to become kings only because of the great uprising launched by the Allied Powers to "reward" his grandfather. Of course, they also broke their promise - they promised to support them in establishing a unified Arab country.

However, this is not important. What is important is... they got the thrones of three countries.

"When your Highness returns to Hejaz, the recognition of Israel at the appropriate time will be the best reward."

As expected, there is no free lunch in this world, Sherif thought for a while and said.

"No, you have a longer-term goal. If I return to Hejaz, there will inevitably be a conflict with the Saudi family. By then, whether out of interest or expansion, Jordan and Iraq will definitely send troops there. In this way..."

Looking at the other party, Sharif analyzed.

"At least for a long time in the future, they will not pose a threat to Israel, right? As for the so-called appropriate time to recognize Israel, this will divide the relationship between me and my cousins. After all, in the entire Arab world, recognizing Israel is the greatest sin!"

Sharif figured everything out easily. After all, he graduated from Cambridge, and he believed that he could expose the other party's conspiracy in one go.

Their conspiracy is very simple. It is nothing more than using this incident to disperse the power of Jordan and Iraq.

However, the person sitting opposite did not show any embarrassment because the conspiracy was exposed. Instead, he wiped his lips with a handkerchief and said:
"Well, like you said, that's exactly what we do. We do this for the obvious reason of protecting ourselves."

The man looked at him and continued:
"The only question, then, is will you refuse, Your Highness?"

The sudden rhetorical question made Sharif fall into silence, and what came to his mind was not the price to be paid after recognizing Israel, but what he had experienced when he was studying at Harrow School, where people always only had eyes for his two cousins ​​- they were the future kings, and they did become kingdoms, clearly inheriting the thrones of Jordan and Iraq.

And what about himself?
In everyone's eyes, he was a prince in name only, a prince who had lost his kingdom. If it weren't for his cousins' willingness to pay, he wouldn't even be able to make a living.

"So, what kind of help can you provide?"

After careful consideration, Sharif asked back.

"Funds, weapons, and intelligence support. At the same time, our people will operate in the tribe in the name of Your Highness, providing them with funds and weapons. When the time is right, they will launch an uprising, and you, Prince, only need to bring your people back to Hejaz at the right time, just like..."

Sharif spoke before the other party finished speaking.

“I know that my grandfather, my father, and my uncles led the great uprising against the Ottomans,”

At this moment, Sharif seemed to see the scene decades ago - that day, in the tent, Lawrence faced his grandfather, father and uncles, where he extended an invitation to them. How powerful the Ottomans were at that time, but in the end, they defeated the Ottomans.

And later they all had their own countries!
Thinking of this, Sharif said.

"It seems... I have no reason to reject you, my friend. Can I know your name?"

"Lawrence!"

Sharif said, picking up the coffee cup.

"You can call me Lawrence!"

(End of this chapter)