"Those bastards!"

Geronemo took the Japanese girl back to the palace, and Isabel checked her mouth and scolded him.

Isabel once worked as a tooth extraction assistant for doctors at the Royal Hospital. Those reckless men were so painful that they could pull a tooth, let alone the pain they had to endure after being stolen by all their teeth.

"Just because of that stinky man praised me?" Isabel lowered his voice to avoid yelling out. She turned around and looked carefully at the dark-haired girl who had just fallen asleep in the room. "What did they treat her like!?"

Geronimo was silent. He never thought that his hometown would become like this one day. Good people were bullied and villains were rampant.

He left everyone, and under the twilight moonlight, he traveled through the coconut groves and valleys, and went to the cemetery alone.

A headless father is buried in the cemetery.

This is Geronimo's secret. After returning to Mombasa, whenever he was tortured by anxiety and depression, he would silently come to his father's grave, pray in a familiar way as a child, expecting him to respond to it.

——Even if I knew clearly in my heart that my tall father could no longer protect him.

"I'm so stupid. Can I be as powerful as them by wearing their clothes and speaking their language?" he murmured, "I don't want to be like them, but I'm different from my hometown again... What should I do, Father? Who am I?"

"—You are yourself. You are different from them." Isabel's voice sounded softly behind him. "You have your own name."

Geronemo looked at her in surprise, his eyes slowly becoming firm.

"I don't want my hometown to become the second Goa. I don't want to hide the richness and prosperity of sin and atrocities." He made the next decision in his heart, and reached out to the girl, "If justice does not come by itself, then we will find it!"

Isabel generously held the stretched hand: "A word is certain!"

The sea breeze blows away the dense clouds, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

The silver light shines brightly, illuminating their figures.

Their figures slowly shrank and were framed into a round window.

"Did you see that he just prayed in the Moorish way, Father? This is a serious apostasy." The Regent of Mombasa stood on the wall of Fort Jesus and slowly adjusted the focus of the monocular in his hand. "I think it is necessary to send a report letter to the Governor of Goa immediately. Perhaps we will welcome another sultan who is unfaithful to the Portuguese government."

"Register...I think that's just an expression of grief to my father," explained the priest standing beside the Regent. "The young sultans are properly returning to tradition in their hometown, and we should not blame them in detail."

The Regent glanced at the priest meaningfully: "He is the student you took care of, and I fully understand your feelings for him, Father Augustine."

His voice suddenly became stern, "But he has a father who committed treason. We must always be wary of it to maximize the national interests - I want to ask Goa to agree to summon him for interrogation immediately, and you can prepare the report letter."

The priest's prepared rebuttal words were stopped by his eyes and had to retreat silently.

In the second half of the night, strong winds roared on the sea, and dense lightning approached rapidly from the far sea to the land.

The storm is coming.

Heavy rain was pouring. White light flashed, illuminating the crowded and cramped tavern.

The tavern owner and his woman crawled at the feet of the young sultan and kowtowed frequently to admit their mistakes.

But Geronimo was unmoved. He waved his hand and asked several sultan guards to tie up the couple and throw them onto a small boat. He announced that the two villains were expelled from Mombasa forever, and their fate was left to be judged by tonight's ocean storm.

Another lightning flashed by, and a tired and exhausted figure was leaning on the door frame in the dazzling lightning.

It was Father Augustine, who was gasping heavily and his whole body was soaked by heavy rain.

Three days later, Geronemo received a notice from the Regent calling him to Fort Jesus.

He took some leisurely cleaning up to make himself look radiant. Under the guidance of the soldiers, he followed the route his father had taken to the living room.

The furnishings in the hall are not much different from those in the past, except that there are a few more chairs.

Regent Pedro sat in an armchair in the center waiting for him to arrive.

"For safety reasons, I think it's good to stand here and talk." Geronemo stopped moving a little further away from the Regent. "I don't have a son yet, so it would be bad if there is another chandelier on my head."

He looked at the black iron lamp holder above his head in an exaggerated posture and found that there were still dents left on it: "God, can't you change a new one?"

"You are charged with murdering the Portuguese." The Regent said somberly, not looking like he was going to talk nonsense, "Is there anything to justify?"

Geronemo fiddled with the copper-plated clock beside him, looking absent-minded: "You said the tavern owner and his short wife? So they not only came back alive, but also complained to you." He sneered, "As a sultan, it's not too much to deal with the vicious incidents that happened under his rule?"

"You have no right to judge and punish the Portuguese."

"Even if they do evil in my country?"

"Even if they do evil in your country," the Regent repeated calmly, "What needs to be corrected is that 'your country' is under the protection of the Portuguese king. Strictly speaking, it belongs to the jurisdiction of the Portuguese government."

"There is nothing to talk about when I say this." Geronemo spread his hands, "It seems that you just want me to be a marionette."

"There is nothing to talk about." The Regent briefly announced, "From now on, you are officially arrested. Before the Goa ruling document is delivered, you will be held in Fort Jesus as a suspect."

Two soldiers approached Geronemo and pressed his shoulders tightly.

Two sharp sounds broke through the air, and the soldier shouted in pain and let go of Geronemo. The arrow shaft was inserted into the corridor column obliquely, still trembling.

Several fully armed Swahili warriors appeared on the beam and took a bow and arrow, pointing to the regent sitting in the hall.

The Regent looked unchanged: "I don't know how you came in. But you must warn you that you are doing something stupid and dangerous."

"The last time I came in like this, I happened to save my father's life." Geronemo smiled, "I want to warn you too, it's better to give up meaningless resistance."

"Attacking the army is no longer just a personal treason. Do you want to pull your compatriots into the abyss together?" The regent's patience is about to end, "Don't forget your identity."

The young Sultan looked at him: "For so many years, I have lived in the way you have designated me, and I almost really believed in your brainwashing."

The sound of cannons sounded, and he saw that the face of the regent who had been motionless had changed.

This means that Isabel and his team had successfully occupied the arsenal. He could imagine the scene of Portuguese ships arranged neatly in the port being sunk one by one.

He stepped up the ladder step by step and forced the Regent to see: "From now on, you will be expelled from Mombasa and will never come back."

The furious Regent stared at the rebellious Sultan: "Jeronemo!"

"Leave this name to yourself."

The Sultan took off his Portuguese clothing and threw them aside.

He tied himself a red turban and took the curved scimitar handed over by the Swahiri warrior and pinned it to his waist.

"My name is Yousof Ben Hassan!"
Chapter completed!