From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 390 Assassination
The two sides parted at the platform in Bückeburg.

Jilan was surrounded by the envoys and bodyguards, walking away.

Senani was carrying a bag and pushing a suitcase. She looked back as she walked, watching the tall, elegant, and elegant young man with purple eyes slowly disappear in the bustling crowd.

"Will you meet Mr. Gillan again?"

She thought to herself.

Although Senani told the other party her address and contact information before they parted, she didn't think that such a big shot would really go to Fosaka to find her.

The woman felt a little disappointed.

He shook his head in self-mockery and walked away.

After a while.

The delegation was warmly welcomed by a large crowd outside the train station.

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

The leader was a burly middle-aged man wearing a green beret at one angle and a camouflage military uniform.

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

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

The man spoke, speaking Doro language.

A short-haired woman next to him repeated it in fluent Bremen, apparently being his interpreter.

Jilan led the crowd over, nodded slightly, and said directly in Dora language:
"Yes, I am."

"Huh?" The burly man was startled, quite surprised. "Mr. Gilan can speak Doro?!"

"I know a little bit." Jilan smiled politely. "Please forgive me if my pronunciation is not standard."

"Oh no, your accent is very orthodox. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were a noble from 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 Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Fosaka, Kasim Abdulaye, and I am in charge of welcoming the envoys from your country."

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

"I never thought that the Empire would attach so much importance to this meeting that they would send Mr. Gillan, the Foreign Minister, to visit in person..."

Kashmu was a little excited.

"When His Majesty the King heard the news, he was very happy and ordered me to receive 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 be negligent in the slightest.

The Empire sent the youngest Executive Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in history, Gillan Iros.

This incident shocked the entire Fosaka royal family.

After all, there was a huge gap between the two countries, and their status was absolutely unequal. The few rare diplomatic activities in the past were limited to Fosaka unilaterally sending envoys to the empire.

This time it was the Empire's Foreign Minister who came to visit in person, how could they not feel honored.

Nature attaches great importance to...

"Foreign Minister Gilan and the other envoys, please get in the car first. Bickburg is not far from the Fosaka Royal City, Dashival."

Kasimu raised his hand and pointed behind him.

There was a row of brand new black cars parked there. They were obviously unique products of the empire, most of which were purchased by the Fosaka royal family at a huge cost.

"His Majesty the King is waiting at the palace. He has prepared a sumptuous banquet for Foreign Minister Gilan and the envoys to enjoy."

"Yeah." Gillan nodded.

Soon, he got on the car with the envoys.

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Two hours later.

The convoy drove into the Kingdom of Fosaka.

Gillan sat in the back seat, gazing out the window at the exotic street scenes.

As the intelligence reported, this western country is indeed very poor and backward. The streets are still paved with extremely old cobblestones, and some alleys are even dirt roads like villages, muddy and bumpy.

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

The dusty streets were almost entirely filled with horse-drawn carriages. Most of the Fosaka residents on both sides of the road wore long robes and square scarves.

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

More than another hour passed.

It was almost noon when the convoy arrived at the Fosaka Palace. After passing through the crowds of people, they stopped at 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 residents of the royal city. Upon hearing that the Foreign Minister of the Bremen Empire was coming to visit, they all ran over excitedly to watch the fun.

Fossaka's troops were maintaining order on the periphery, and the place was in an uproar. In the center of the square were some sculptures and decorations, and a huge welcome banner was hung.

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

"Welcome! Distinguished envoys from the Bremen Empire!"

The old man in the lead walked towards us with a smile on his face.

He was dressed in a white robe and a round hat inlaid with gold, and 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 the old man's hand and said something polite.

The old king was very enthusiastic. He held Gillan's hand for a long time and continued:

"This way please, Foreign Minister Gilan, and all the envoys."

As they walked, the old king said:

"It's dusty all the way from Bickburg to Fossaka. You must have worked hard. Let's go to the palace to have a meal first, and then let the servants give you a bath. Then we can have a good chat."

"Okay." Jilan did not refuse and nodded politely.

The old king always had a smile on his face.

He glanced at the young foreign minister beside him inconspicuously, secretly surprised.

Lewan, who was once a brave warrior, actually felt an extremely strong sense of danger from this extraordinary young man with purple eyes.

Based on his intuition from years of experience in the battlefield, Levan can be sure that the strength of this Gilan Foreign Minister is absolutely unfathomable.

It is no wonder that 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.

"Here, please come this way."

The King of Fossaka personally led the delegation up the stairs and into the palace on foot.

Although the huge hall was not as majestic and solemn as the Imperial Palace, it was not as shabby as Jilan had imagined.

The overall appearance is clean and tidy, with relief carvings on the surface of the stone pillars and many gold-plated artworks inlaid on the walls.

More than a dozen tables were set up in advance with food and drinks, and even the servants were mostly handsome men and beautiful women, wearing revealing clothes.

It can be seen that the Fossaka royal family attaches great importance to the arrival of Gilan and others. This is definitely the highest level of treatment for foreign guests.

"Foreign Minister Gilan, our two countries are far apart, and I am very happy that you have come. Please enjoy this banquet."

The old king sat at the first seat, raised his glass and toasted Jilan.

Jilan smiled and raised his glass.

The members of the envoy group and the men and women of the Fossaka royal family sitting across the table toasted to each other, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After a sumptuous lunch, the two sides had a pleasant conversation. Jilan and the other envoys also accepted the other party's kindness and went to take a bath.

After changing clothes and taking a short rest, Gilan had a more in-depth conversation with the old King Levan.

"Foreign Minister Gilan, some new streets, schools, and factories have recently been built in Fosaka Royal City."

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

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 would be happy to do so, Your Majesty Levan."

Gillan smiled and spoke.

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

Jilan thanked him softly and took a sip.

This drink has a complex sweet and sour taste, and the combination of mixed fruit aroma and low-alcohol liquor has a very exotic flavor.

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

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In the afternoon.

The envoys set out in a large carriage along with the old king and the royal guards. They chatted while visiting several places in the royal city of Dasiwal.

Asphalt and cement are beginning to be used on Fossaka's streets, and the renovation of the city's drainage system is also progressing steadily.

The main buildings of the factory and school are made of reinforced concrete and look quite decent.

But Gilan felt that the overall urbanization level of Dasiwal was not even as good as that of the remote town of the empire, Brak City.

The foundation is too poor.

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

The most critical reason is 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 man".

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

The old king and Gillan were walking alone in a small path in an industrial park. The bodyguards and messengers were dozens of meters apart, leaving enough privacy for the two.

Levan stopped and said with a wry smile:
"The development speed of Fossaka has surpassed the surrounding western countries, but compared with the great Bremen Empire, we are still like a village..."

The old king seemed to be speaking without hesitation.

He sighed.

“Although Fosaka has a long history, it was built by countless warriors who united many city-states in battles. But as time goes by, Fosaka was created in this desert and is also trapped in this desert.”

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

Levan looked at the calm 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 assistance... Of course, we will also offer enough sincerity, such as some of Fosaka's exclusive coal and oil resources."

There were no outsiders present at the time, and Lewand did not care about his own dignity and directly used the title "Sir".

Jilan remained calm, but felt deeply moved.

This old king is also very flexible.

After holding it in for so long, I finally took the initiative to speak...

From the time the envoys arrived in Fosaka until now, both sides have tacitly not gotten to the point.

However, the old king lost his patience first.

Fosaka's current predicament is quite obvious.

Food, water, economy, transportation, education, etc., these are all difficult problems... What's more, there are the other western countries eyeing them covetously from the outside, and there is the recently erupted revolutionary army from within.

In a word, it's a tough situation.

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

It is very likely that Fosaka's current predicament will be transformed and a new way out will be found.

"Your Majesty Levan." Gilan shook his head. "Excuse me, coal and oil are already obsolete energy sources for the empire..."

"I know." The old king forced a smile. "The steel vehicles we purchased consume an energy called 'whale oil batteries', not coal or oil..."

"But I believe that the Empire must also need this kind of energy."

Gillan smiled.

Seeing the old man's serious look, he knew that he had failed to scare the other party.

Although the old king of Fossaka was limited by his knowledge, he was definitely not stupid. No matter how fast the Bremen Empire developed, it was impossible to completely abandon coal and oil.

Therefore, Lewand still has bargaining chips in his hand.

But Jilan did not agree with the other party at all, and put forward a new condition, saying:
"How about this, Your Majesty Levan... I can agree to the investment and technology you want, but in addition to coal and oil resources, the empire also needs your gold, silver, iron and tin minerals."

"Although the Kingdom of Fosaka is located to the west of the Empire and is covered by sandstorms, it should not be so isolated from the outside world that it doesn't know about any major events happening in the outside world..."

Jilan said calmly.

"I'm sure Your Majesty has some guesses as to why we are here."

"Lord Jilan, this..."

The old king's expression changed slightly.

Of course he knew what Gilan meant.

The two overlords of Bu and Austria are about to go to war. This news will shock the entire continent, and no country is unaware of it.

Therefore, Lewan understood clearly the conditions proposed by Jilan.

Once the war breaks out, energy, gold, iron, tin and other minerals will become scarce goods, and the empire will certainly need them.

But once this condition is accepted, it means that in the eyes of outsiders, the Kingdom of Fossaka has already sided with the Bremen Empire.

This is what makes Levan quite hesitant.

Fosaka has remained neutral for decades. At this critical juncture, if he is not careful, the entire country may fall into the abyss and be doomed because of his wrong decision.

"Can you let me think about it?"

The old king was silent for a while before speaking.

Gillan did not press further, but simply said:
"Of course. We are in Fossaka..."

He was speaking, but before he could finish his words, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.

call out--

The old king's pupils shrank.

He just blinked and was shocked to find that the young man with purple eyes had raised his hand and clenched his fist.

Bang! !

It was not until this moment that a crisp gunshot was heard from a distance.

The purple-eyed young man looked calm as he spread out his five fingers.

A slender sniper bullet fell from his palm with a clang.

He turned his head and looked at a tall building in the corner of the factory, and said lightly:
"Your Majesty Levan, it seems that someone is not very welcoming to our arrival..."

The old king's face changed, and he immediately turned around and shouted:

"guard!!"

Dozens or even hundreds of royal guards rushed over, and the leader shouted:
"There are assassins!"

"Protect His Majesty! Protect the Imperial envoy!"

(End of this chapter)