Chapter 1567 - Slaughtered (1/2)

Chapter 1567: Slaughtered

Translator: _Min_ Editor: Rainystars

In the evening, while the Morsi Tribe celebrated the victory of the hunt, a banquet was also held in the palace of Mombasa. The host of the banquet was of course War Chief Duaman, but this banquet was not to celebrate anything but to settle the difference between Morsi Tribe and Future Development.

Therefore, War Chief Duaman also invited the envoy from Morsi Tribe and the manager of Future Development Africa, Feng Yuan.

Even if his brain was not the smartest, he was definitely not the fool to be able to sit as the War Chief of the United African Tribes. One was his most brave hound, and the other was a goat with sharp horns. In order to allow the goat to grow its fur, it was necessary to comfort it.

However, the two people who sat at the banquet seemed to have no intention of shaking hands and making peace.

Before the banquet started, the War Chief spoke a lot of words in a high-sounding manner and proposed a toast with all the nobles and courtiers in the room, then he said something like “harmony is the most important” and “there won’t be a next time”. He did not even say a single harsh reprimand to the aggressive Morsi Tribe.

“….You and Manakala are both important friends of Steel Teeth tribe. I hope you can toast a glass of wine so that the seeds of hatred will turn into dust on the Sahara desert and be taken away by the breath of Mother Earth.”

After Duaman spoke, he looked at Feng Yuan and Manakala who sat on opposite sides of him, then indicated that they could toast each other.

From the words of War Chief Duaman, Feng Yuan learned that the name of this envoy was Manakala. He was a nobleman from Morsi Tribe, and he was also a very prestigious warrior in the tribe. He silently noted the name, said nothing, and stood up.

Two maids in gold ornaments brought a tray forward and walked towards the two who sat opposite each other. The gilded wine glass was placed in the center of the tray, and the swaying liquid was like blood.

In any case, there was nothing wrong with the wine.

However, when Feng Yuan reached for the wine glass from the gilded tray, Manakala, who sat across from him with his arms folded, didn’t even touch the wine glass. He directly spat into the wine glass.

The atmosphere at the banquet instantly cooled down, and everyone looked at Feng Yuan, who stood there alone, with the intention of watching the drama unfold.

Manakala seemed to feel that what he had just done was not enough. After he spat, he looked at Feng Yuan contemptuously and humiliated him with a voice that everyone could hear.

However, because the envoy didn’t use French, Feng Yuan didn’t understand what he was talking about.

Feng Yuan did not get angry, he slightly turned his head and whispered to the interpreter standing behind him.

“What did he say.”

The interpreter standing behind him hesitated, gritted his teeth, and finally explained in a quiet voice.

“He said…Morsi will not sit with a coward, and that it will stigmatize our totem…”

“I see.”

After Feng Yuan listened, he was unexpectedly calm. So much so that the interpreter was slightly taken aback.

When nobles, courtiers, and representatives of other tribes at the banquet saw that the Asian did not respond, the way they looked at Feng Yuan turned from anticipation to contempt and then to disdain.

On the prairie, the order was dictated by power, and the weak was destined to be enslaved. It was the law since before the war and it did not change whether the outside world was at peace or destruction. If he did not have the courage to fight other tribes’ humiliation, then he would only be looked down upon by everyone.

Feng Yuan did not take those contemptuous looks to heart, Feng Yuan just glanced at War Chief Duaman, and saw that he had no comments on Manakala’s behavior. He quickly understood the situation.