The disturbing silence lasted for a moment, and a girl's voice tentatively followed his words.

The old chief turned to Isabel who answered and continued speaking the language that others could not understand.

Isabel seemed to have not answered smoothly at first, but she quickly became proficient and spoke more confidently.

Later, the old chief suddenly changed another language, and Isabel hesitated for a moment and switched over.

The tribesmen around all opened their mouths in surprise - the Sultan's fiancée had seven or eight tongues, each of which could speak a different language. Maybe she had the mysterious ability to communicate directly with the elves of heaven and earth.

Yousuf was confused and had no idea what they were talking about.

The old chief ended his conversation with Isabel and looked at the Sultan of Mombasa again: "You have a great wife." He changed his subject, "But I still can't see what the Sultan has in himself."

The time to be tested has come.

Yousuf's throat was tight and he was about to say the lines he had prepared before, but he didn't expect it to be intercepted by the old chief again.

"In our tribe, boys must hunt a lion as their coming-of-age ceremony." His muddy eyes were hidden behind the deep-collapsed folded skin. "I don't plan to let you catch a lion." He noticed the hesitation flashing in Yusufu's eyes, "As a sultan, at least one head should be brought to prove his courage, right?"

"Whose head do you want?"

"Od Wan Buddy, your father's close minister. He should be serving you now." The old chief pointed at one of the orangutans carrying his carriage. "He killed my son's brother, and he deserved his life."

Yousuf naturally couldn't agree.

From birth, Old Oud has lived with them, and has long been equivalent to his family. He takes care of him, takes care of him, feeds him medicine when he is sick, and beats him up when he is naughty; he has taken him to catch crabs, and accompanied him to sneak into the valley in the middle of the night to squat and wait for a rabbit - in a sense, Old Oud almost plays the role of another father.

"I can't bear to bear it?" The old chieftain's old face showed dissatisfaction and contempt. "I can't make up my mind to exchange the head of a servant for an ally. I want to protect the next city by just being kind. I have never seen such a sultan in my life for so many years."

Just a few words forced Yousuf's face to turn red. He clenched his fists, unwilling to be looked down upon like this.

"If you want a head, I can give you one!" He gritted his teeth and raised his head proudly. "It is bigger, stronger and stronger than all the heads you have ever seen. It not only has dozens of bronze cannons, but also an entire arsenal. If you want, I can give you the head of this giant to you-Fort Jesus!"

Yusuf stared at the old chief with his unyielding eyes: "It is a proof of my courage as the Sultan of Mombasa. Isn't it enough?"

The old chief leaned back lazily to the wool futon, as if he felt interesting. He changed into a more comfortable position: "Are you Hassan's son?"

"Your father is a brave sultan. He deserves respect." said the old chief. "I test you because I want to see if his son also has the courage as he does."

When Yousuf heard his father, he pursed his lips.

He didn't know what happened back then, but it was certain that his father died on Mwana's land.

Now is not the time. He told himself in his heart that the enemy must abandon the old grudges.

As if seeing through his thoughts, the old chief raised his eyelids: "Do you think we killed your father? The Mwana people never attacked the respected brave men." He spoke very slowly, as if recalling, "Your father was already poisoned when he arrived at me. The witch doctor tried various methods, but he could not save him."

The old man still feels regretful when talking about it: "The Portuguese are afraid that the remains of his face will reveal the truth of his death, so he cut off his head and secretly sent it to Goa."

"You father and son are the same purpose here," the old chief looked at Yousuf, "and wanted to unite us to drive away the Portuguese." He blinked, "How should I say... 'A coincidence of fate'?"

Yusuf's clenched fist was unable to release, and millions of volcanoes erupted in his heart at the same time.

It turns out that over the years, the infamy my father has been carrying and the bullying he has suffered are all false accusations. The so-called "traitordom" is simply because he wants to defend his home.

They fabricated evidence, fabricated crimes, and falsely gave a little compensation, giving the reputation of forgiveness and kindness.

"My promise to your father is still valid for you now." The old chief raised his hand and solemnly said his oath. "Mwana's Shanbu Shandai will do his best to help the Sultan of Mombasa until the white devil is driven back to the sea!"

"Roar!Roar!Roar!"

Accompanied by the old chief's oath, the Mwana soldiers holding spears and bows shouted loudly with their feet on the ground.

Yousuf and his small team were inspired and joined the shouting army.

The little orangutan in the old chief's arms slipped down, climbed onto Yousuf's shoulder in a few seconds, pounded his chest and imitated humans and raised his hand and shouted.

The old chief issued a brief command, and the two gorillas carried their carriages and turned into the granite cave behind them. He made a move, signaling Yousuf and his friends to keep up.

The cave almost penetrates the entire mountain, and bright sky light shot in from the small opening at the top, illuminating the internal space.

Here are wooden boxes piled up in mountains filled with coins and porcelain.

These coins were different from what he had seen before. Yusuf curiously picked up one and found a small square hole in the center, surrounded by four square patterns. He scraped off some patina with his nails, which seemed to have been a bit old.

Further deeper, the place where the caves can walk is getting narrower and narrower - the space is occupied by some huge iron tools, which are weird in shape but also somewhat familiar.

Isabel circled one of them twice: "…Iron Cannon?"

It is indeed very similar to the cannon, but they have never seen such a cannon.

In addition to the big guys, there are many small tubular iron tools in the cave, which are somewhat similar to muskets; some are directly like mesh rope guns, but the manufacturing process is slightly different.

"Chinese things." The old chief stroked the rough iron tools. "Their big ship came here more than two hundred years ago, exchanging spices and ivory with copper coins, silk and porcelain." He took out a beautifully decorated wooden box from the pile of debris. "According to my father, one of them had hit a rock. It was our Mwana who helped them salvage the wrecks-that is what you see now."

"The Chinese actually installed cannons on merchant ships!?" Yousuf slapped the black iron lump beside him in disbelief. "Aren't they here to do business?"

"It is the fleet of the three treasure eunuchs." Qing, who had never participated in the discussion, suddenly spoke, "It is actually affiliated with the Ming Dynasty Navy."

Yusuf suddenly realized. He had heard similar rumors that the Portuguese were rampant in the Indian Ocean and had a distant power to East Asia until they suffered a loss under the Guangdong Navy of the Ming Dynasty.

His eyes lit up: "That means, these iron things can be used!" He turned around, "Although it's a bit old... can you try to modify it?"

After a moment, he looked puzzled again: "How do we transport such a heavy guy back...how did you get it?"

The old chief laughed mysteriously. He raised his mouth and caused a long roar, and soon a low cry in response to his voice came from the cave.

Dozens of strong gorillas slid down the vines from the hollow above their heads and landed around them.

"They are all my sons," he said with satisfaction and pride. "Maku Kuma and Kuma Maku will stay in Mombasa to help you guard the city."

These two difficult names belong to two silver-backed gorillas carrying carriages for the old chief. He caressed one of them: "I'm old and I don't have to go further. My roots are here."

The old chief waved his hand and asked the little gorilla to give the wooden box in his hand to Isabel, and then used the language that Yousuf could not understand to talk to her.

"A little gift--although it is only half left now," noticing the confused gaze of the Sultan, the old chief explained with a smile, "out of gratitude to the Mwana people, the Chinese exchanged a giraffe with my father, and good luck returned to their emperor. They called it 'kirin'."

Yusufna looked at Isabel in a strange way: "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing. Some legends and stories are just there. I'm thinking," she held the wooden box in her hand and hesitated to express her inference, "Is this the navigation chart of the eunuch of Sanbao?"

The glimmer of memory flashed and jumped, instantly pulling them back to the night of the Eternal Festival fireworks.

The gecko Munch who came and went without a trace, and his lowly warning were still in his ears.

"Stop touching the pirates' secrets."
Chapter completed!