MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

In the evening, while the Moorish tribe is celebrating the victory of the hunting, a banquet is also held in the palace of Mombasa. The host of the banquet is of course the chief of Du Aman, but this banquet is not to celebrate anything, but to let the Moorish tribe and future people group bury their hatchets.

Therefore, the chief of Du Amang also invited the messenger of the Moorish tribe, and Feng Yuan, the manager of the future development of Africa.

Even if the brain is not smart, but can sit on the seat of the non-Emirates chief, it is absolutely impossible to be an idiot. One is his most brave hound, one is a sharp-edged goat. In order to make the hair of the goat grow up, proper appeasement is still necessary.

However, the two people sitting at the banquet did not seem to have the intention to shake hands.

Before the banquet began, the Grand Chief first spoke a lot of words, then took a cup of all the nobles and courtiers together, and then said something like "Harmony is good", "Under the next example" For the Moses tribes who provoked provocation, there was not even a harsh reprimand.

"...you and Manakala are important friends of our steel teeth tribe. I hope that you can respect each other for a drink, let the seeds of hatred become the dust on the Sahara desert, and be taken away by the breath of the earth god."

After that, Du Aman looked at Feng Yuan and looked at Manakara opposite him, indicating that the two could toast each other.

From the previous remarks of Du Aman's chieftain, Feng Yuancai learned that the name of the messenger is Manakala, a nobleman of the Moorish tribe, and a warrior with considerable prestige in the tribe. Silently wrote down the name, Feng Yuan did not say anything, stood up.

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

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with wine.

However, when Feng Yuan reached out and picked up the glass from the gold-plated tray, he sat in the Manakala opposite him with his arms folded, but even the wine glass did not touch, directly facing the wine glass from the maid, spit A spit.

The atmosphere at the banquet instantly cooled down, and the crowds looked at Feng Yuan, who stood there alone, with a optimistic look at the play.

Manakara seems to think that what he just did is not enough. After spitting out the spit, he scornfully looked at Feng Yuan and humiliated him with the voice that everyone could hear.

However, because the messenger was not using French, Feng Yuan did not understand what he was doing.

Without a fire, Feng Yuan slightly turned his head and said softly to the translator standing behind him.

"What did he say."

The translator standing behind him hesitated, biting his teeth, and finally rusting his scalp.

"He said... The Moore West tribe is not with the coward, it will make our totem stigma..."

"I know."

After listening to it, Feng Yuan was so unexpectedly calm that the translations behind him were slightly stunned.

Seeing that the yellow racers did not react, the representatives of the many nobles, courtiers and other tribes sitting at the banquet, looking into Feng Yuan’s eyes, the look of the original optimistic drama gradually became disdain and disdain.

In this grassland, the strong is the order, the weak is destined to be enslaved. This is the law that began to operate before the war, no matter whether the outside world is peaceful or destroyed. In the face of the humiliation of other tribes, even the courage of the duel is not, it will only be looked down upon by everyone.

Did not put those disdainful sights on the mind, Feng Yuan just looked at the chief of Du Amang, seeing that he did not express any expression of Manakala's behavior, the heart would have realized that meaning.

If it is in Pan-Asian, in the face of the master's face to spit, the weak is not the face of the enemy, but the face of the master, even if there is no coward of the city can not do so. But there doesn't seem to be so many bends here. Just look at the big chief's deserved appearance and know that he will not blame the Moorish tribe.

Perhaps this is the difference between a civilized person and a barbarian.

"It seems that not everyone in the Duaman's chiefs knows the number of gifts. Just, I don't have that interest, drinking with the uncultivated wild beast." Feng Yuan poured the wine in the glass on the ground. Then, looking at Manakala sitting there with a disdain, he said in an understatement, "As for your cup, I will let you drink and drink."

Manakara grinned and revealed a brutal look.

"You can try it, monkey."

This time he used French.

At this moment, the gate of the palace was suddenly pushed open. A black soldier ran in and rushed in, and went down to the side of Du Aman's chief, kneeling down and hurriedly said something.

Because it was too far away, Feng Yuan did not hear what he said, but he saw that the face of Du Aman's chief was gradually ugly.

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

Pointing on the screen, seeing the line of newsletters, and the attachments attached to the newsletter, Feng Yuan once again looked at Manakala sitting opposite him, picking the corner of his mouth like a smile.

"I didn't expect that I would fulfill my promise so quickly."

He said, he took a memory card out of his pocket, inserted it on the EP, then stuffed it into a holographic computer pen and threw it on the table of Manakara sitting across from him.

At the moment when Feng Yuan threw the holographic computer pen, Manakala's pupil suddenly shrank. The cheetah seemed to have muscles tight. However, after discovering that it was not a weapon, he did not bother to smile and put down his vigilance.

"You can open it. If it doesn't, I will teach you." Feng Yuan said with a smile in French.

Manakakara once again dismissed a smile, reached out and opened the button on the holographic computer pen, and proved to Feng Yuan that he would use this stuff. However, when he clicked the switch, the pop-up hologram screen appeared to make him stunned.

On the screen is a picture of the ground from a height.

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

Manakala faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t say what was wrong. Suddenly, he found that the hills in the corner of the picture seemed familiar.

However, just as he planned to look at it carefully, the picture suddenly magnified in the direction of the bright spot in the middle.

Manakala was stunned.

Until then, he finally saw it.

In the center 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 became a black spot into the night.

Just in Manakala’s mind, when the glimpse of what was just passing by the lens, a smattering white light burst into the air above the Moorish tribe without warning...