A huge roar passed through the low altitude, and the air waves followed were rising up branches, wide robes, headscarves, and dust. When people looked up, they saw only the afterimages left by the silver-white belly.

"Flying so low...are you an important guest?" a man said to himself.

"Why do you say that?" His companions beside him narrowed their eyes and looked at the bright sky, leaving three translucent white marks in the clean blue.

"There are two fighter jets escorting, and the passenger plane does not have the royal emblem, it should be..." The entire passenger plane temporarily rented to welcome important guests - a louder sound came from afar, and sand and dust that penetrated into the sky were raised in the distance. In less than a minute, golden and red flames rose into the air.

Another possibility is that when the aircraft loses control, is threatened by bombs, or appears to have an interceptor, fighter escorts will appear - this is not a ground-to-air attack, nor is it an air combat. When the aircraft is hijacked, fighter escorts have no effect. Fighters cannot carry commandos to the interior of the passenger plane, nor can they force the hijacked passenger plane to stop the hijacked passenger plane with the help of a strong shell and powerful performance like a police car. The only explanation is as the pilot of a fighter said: "If someone orders you to shoot the next civil aviation passenger plane, it means that the commander has realized that something more miserable than shooting the next civil aviation passenger plane is about to happen."

"Okay, let's go, the market is about to begin."

The man shouted, the camel beneath him wriggled his lips gently and took another step.

The short-lived camel caravan continues to leave fixed footprints on the golden land, just like they do when they are nomadic - they raise camels for a living, moving regularly according to seasons and fixed routes. They spend the hottest and dry seasons on the edge of the farmland, participate in markets, sell livestock products or collect spices, buy back dates, food, handicrafts and other necessities.

***

"What's wrong with the plane?"

"It's going to crash," said Alex, and then, retreating to the sight of the giant man-made, back to the finely crafted arch, the snow-white buildings, exquisite sculptures, turquoise plants, and clear sunlight stopped before it, the main entrance of the market was hidden in the middle of dense houses, the shadow of the building rejected the outside light, the alley was gloomy and dim, and suddenly walked into this place from a bright place, and human eyes would be unable to adapt for a while.

Antique silver jewelry, brass products, azure stone, turquoise, malachite, jade. Coasters, letters, decorative boxes and heart needles, copper coffee pots, frame books with camels and palm trees drawings, glass bottles with various colors of sand, marble wine glasses, hand-woven carpets, hand-spinned cotton phlegm, inlays... and exquisite gold jewelry, diamonds, pearls and colored gems, as well as rich aromas of coffee and fruits.

There are only men coming and going here, shoulder to shoulder. The robes they wore are mostly white, with turtle collars, wide sleeves, and the hem is hanging down to the feet, covering them very tightly. However, it is said that inside are striped or white collarless shirts and loose trousers, with headscarves, which are basically white, with black headbands made of camel hair on them, and a wide belt decorated with gold and silver threads and gems between the chest and abdomen. The waist knife with the end curved like a cow horn is directly between the belt and the human body. All robes are similar in style, simple in workmanship, no distinction between the ranks, but different textures, from yarn, cotton, satin, wool velvet... Perhaps there are also differences in the colors of the headscarves. The Minister of Foreign Affairs around Alex is also one of the royal family members, and the headscarves with only royal members are available, with red as the base, which is the privilege of the Zeranian royal family.

Blue and yellow are also only belong to the Royal Family of the West, and are extremely defined. Strictly, non-royal members will be thrown into prison with these three colors - Alex wore a wide white robe, a waist knife given by the Royal Family of the West as a gift in his belt, and a blue headscarf. He, like the people of the Sealanders, have black heads and black eyes. Suddenly, people might think that these are two members of the Royal Family of the West - but with a little attention, they can see the most different differences. Compared with the characteristics of the East and West Big 6, the handsome and soft faces, the eyebrows and eyes of the Crown Prince Sardinia, the outline of the nose is deeper and sharper, and the eyes that seem to condense all light in the dark like gems - those eyes seem to see through everything in the world, not only the surface, but also the inner ones - will make people unconsciously hide those eyes.

Wilderger's outfit was almost exactly the same as Alex, except that the turban was white because he could not possess any royal bloodline genes. The Dead Knight didn't care much about it. He turned his head curiously. Since entering this alley market that was as complicated as a nightmare road, almost everything could arouse his interest - at least it seemed.

"There is no change here, a thousand years." It seems that the plane was forgotten by the amazing words, the Foreign Minister of Zeland said gently and proudly, "My friends, we can walk around as we please, and after the ceremony, we can go to the cafe to smoke some hookah and take a break, and I think my businessmen will surprise us."

This ancient millennium market still maintains a simple architectural style. The roof is made of wooden and carved with exquisite Zeeland-style patterns. The tulle is woven with date palm leaves to cover the streets and goods below. The buyers and sellers are still wearing traditional clothes and using ancient gestures to determine the final price. In addition to gold and paper money, they can also barter.

The Foreign Minister politely raised his right hand and prepared to pull Alex up - in Zealand, men walking hand in hand, are a silent expression of friendship and respect. If they are willing to walk hand in hand with you, they cannot immediately pull their hands back, and they will be regarded as hostile or despising each other.

Wilderger had to take the lead and grasped Alex's hand. The undead did not like to have such close contact with people. The Necromancer deliberately shook his hand with Alex: "It reminded me of the time in kindergarten." Sallyellier's second son, who was about the same age as his youngest son, recalled emotionally. After that, he was a little surprised that he had not been beaten with soul whip.

"You remember wrong." Alex said calmly: "Neither you nor me... have been to kindergarten." He has never been to kindergarten, nor to elementary school, and middle school. He used a fake name when he was in college. Although Alex was once fostered in another family, his preliminary education was also completed at home for safety. Although the situation in front of him was very similar - they still saw it: "I will not use power at will because I don't like it or are unhappy." The undead added, walked forward, and the Necromancer who was dragged by him tried to touch his nose with an empty hand, but stopped this action under the hidden power - he rolled his eyes secretly. The Zelanese did not like to do things with their left hand, "But they can use their right hand to pull someone else's left hand." Wilderge complained telepathically.

"Because it will be difficult for two people to move forward with their right hand," Alex replied in the same way.

"Then this is why I put my left hand on my right shoulder when I kissed my cheeks during the meeting..." Wilderger laughed: "If I put my right hand on the left shoulder of the person opposite...that's..."

"That's building a protective human bridge." Alex finished for him calmly.

Wilderger rolled up his lips, no, this action did not represent his true emotions. In fact, he was a little happy - he could feel Alex's change, his strength was increasing, and his actions were more purposeful, but with it, he became more rational, stable, and quiet - Wilderger once thought he would see a terminator who completely transformed into a creation of steel and chips...but now... he shook his head in his mind and threw a cold image of intelligent robot out of his brain.

Alex still tells jokes, although the jokes he tells are not a joke to him.

"What happened to the plane just now?"

"Lily is on it."

"no problem?"

"no problem."

Alex replied that he took Wilderger's hand and the two stopped in front of a jewelry stall together. The sales here are different from those in Sardinia, Feilencui and other places. Various gold jewelry is hung on the shelf like ordinary plastic products, and is violently on both sides of the street, from necklaces, rings, bracelets... to the golden tassels covering the entire chest. Buyers can take it down and view it at will, but there are very few try it on. After all, most of these jewelry are used by women.

However, the orthodox women in Zealand rarely appear in public, and they will be wrapped tightly from head to toe when they appear - only men can wander around the streets freely. The problem is that their beliefs do not advocate men wearing ornaments. Men will only buy ornaments for their wives - the gloomy and narrow streets are magnificently reflected by the unique color of gold. Men grab gold ornaments like buying candy and throw them into the pockets prepared by the owner. There is no safe or password bag.

It’s not that there are no thieves, but very few are almost negligible. The punishment in Zeland is extremely harsh. As long as it is a thief, even if it is just a piece of the cheapest pie, a kind of food that the locals like the most, will be cut off by the thief according to the law.

Strict laws are not only targeting theft. Religious creeds contain ceremonies and regulations such as worship, fasting, hajj, and prohibit drinking and gambling. While criminal laws regarding murder, revenge, usury, marriage, divorce, communication, inheritance, etc. continue the cruel and tyranny of centuries, gun execution, hanging, beheading, stone punishment and whipping punishment - besides shooting, these things can only be found in books and documentaries.

It is not without people, organizations and states are trying to interfere, but Zeland is a country with a closed nature, especially Danga. It is located in another hemisphere, the center of the sea, between the east and west. Before the black gold and oil it contains, this barren and desolate land is not even qualified to supply the city for ships. More than 90% of it is desert and semi-desert.

In the mid-19th century, the explorers of Xida6 found a large amount of oil here - an overly exaggerated letter described it as if they were to have a cane, oil would be sprayed out of the golden sand - it was not that the country had forced plunder and occupied the mind, but the position of the West and West was exactly between the East and West. At that time, the Second East and West War had just ended. The delicate balance of flesh and blood and life of tens of millions of people was not allowed to be broken first...

Besides, Zeland is not an easy target to be easily obtained - they have their own strict legal and moral system, customs, traditions, cultures, and believe in their only God. These unruly, brave and powerful people do not recognize the Old Testament Catholic Church or any of the teachings of Great 6 (even if they believe that the Earth God may be the same as the Old Testament Catholic Church, but have different names), and naturally they will not allow them to take anything from their own hands.

Black oil flows out, and huge amounts of funds are injected into Zeland. It seems that modern buildings and facilities stand in the deserted desert overnight. The wealth you want and the unexpected modernization spread here, like a mirage, but everyone can touch it - but only the external changes are the outside. Apart from funds and technology, Zeland will refuse everything outside the country.

Its bone marrow and mind still resided a thousand years ago.

This stubborn country cannot be considered completely unfamiliar to Wilderger: "There is no need for Lily to come--they will not have formal conversations with a woman, let alone discussions and negotiations."

"I think she knows this, it's her own decision." Alex said calmly: "I don't have the right to intervene."

Wilderge was helplessly pulled by Alex - Lily must come. The two colleagues of the international charity organization who were detained in Zealand were Sardinian nationality and the other 6 federal nationality of the West. They were accused of murdering the crown prince with new drugs because of the adverse effects of Lily's new drug rehabilitation drugs that Lily had applied for incubation on the crown prince of the country. They were sentenced to 18 o'clock whip and 20 years and 40 years of imprisonment - of course not one execution, 5 o'clock whip every week,

Wilderger deeply doubted whether they could survive the second week. As a thug, he had studied various torture instruments. The executioners of the Zetians used whips made of flexible oxtails, about 12 feet long. After soaking in special liquid, the whip became softer and more meat-eating. One whip could tear a 5-centimeter thick wooden board. Each whip was ten minutes apart, 5 whips a day. Even so, only those soldiers or thugs who had been trained could support them... dozens of whips.

18oo whip... They can completely omit 20 years and 40 years of imprisonment.

Lily may not have any effect when she comes, but if her two companions die of death due to the drugs she has made, they are calm and indifferent - the public's emotions are difficult to override reason - and according to Lily's temperament, it is impossible to let her stay where she is waiting for news.

The solution depends on Alex, and the foreign minister behind them who was tightly grasped by the Foreign Minister behind them, and the foreign minister of the West University 6, who was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable. Important figures from the two countries visited - although each had superficial reasons, Zeland would at least suspend the torture of the two unlucky ghosts - and the issue of new drug rehabilitation drugs needs to be investigated clearly. The person is Lily, but almost all the main members of the research team are citizens of the West University 6 (it is said that they may win the Global Medicine Award for the next year). The new drugs jointly developed by the two countries have entered the stage of large-scale production, waiting for the final thunder strike.

"But... we've accepted... for a full four days of hospitality." Wilderger muttered in his heart: "When will they start talking about the serious matter?"

"The tradition of the Zetians," Alex explained lightly, "It is impolite for them to be patient. It is very important to them to enter the negotiation or deliberation stage immediately after meeting. They like to entertain negotiators, drink coffee, smoke hookah, talk about topics that are interesting to each other, and learn about each other... It is best to show your respect for them and what makes them respect you, but you must not take the initiative to propose your ideas or purposes, they will feel forced and angry about it."

"They interpreted well what time is money." The Necromancer sighed: "They are so rich."

"Vivi."

The undead tapped his teeth lightly in disagreement.

"No matter what you do - forcing your own ideas to others is not feasible, no matter how correct your ideas are and how wrong the other party is - those who always defend their rights but are unwilling to respect other people's ideas and respect different traditions will not be able to gain the respect and favor of others, and will run contrary to the goals you set."

"Of course, if you are sure that you can solve the problem... instead of adding it, you can also be straightforward-"

The lich made a gesture: "Kill him."

"Oh, I like this choice." The Dead Knight curled his lips.

"Maybe," the crown prince of Sardin glanced around, "but you'd better not be so obvious-if you're not going to buy a golden toilet back."

The Dead Knight paused for a moment, left the golden utensils with expressionless expressionless face, and left the golden cleaning tool.

Notes - In this implicit country, a smile may represent permission, that is, transactions and transactions.
Chapter completed!