Yousuf swallowed, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

The rustling and friction sounded in his ears attracted his attention.

He turned his head to find the source of the sound, and immediately widened his eyes by the scene in front of him.

The heavy black iron lamp holder broke free from the power of restraint and was falling with the iron chains that fixed it, and the speed was getting faster and faster!

Yousuf tried to grab the chain - but unfortunately his arm length was obviously not enough.

In a hurry, he had to jump out and catch the black snake-like iron chain in the air.

But his small body could not stop the lamp holder from falling, but was taken toward the roof. He shouted anxiously: "Father, please dodge!"

The little boy's loud shout obviously scared everyone below.

The Sultan turned sideways when he heard the reminder. The next second, the chandelier weighing hundreds of pounds fell on the place where he had just stood, stirring up a piece of smoke and dust.

The force of pulling the chain ascending suddenly stopped, and Yousuf was caught off guard and fell down: "Ahhhhh!"

He shouted in his heart that he closed his eyes and prepared to face the cold hard ground.

The feeling of weightlessness of falling suddenly disappeared, but the expected violent impact did not come.

He carefully saw through the cracks of his eyes, and there was a thick black beard in front of him - he was lying in his father's arms.

Hasan Sultan also looked at his son who fell from the sky in shock, unable to speak for a moment.

Pedro coughed lightly, covering his nose with his hand to block the choking flying ashes: "Your son?" He waved his hand to move forward and clean up the mess on the ground, without expressing any apology or condolences, "How did he come in?"

The commander's eyes swept on Yousuf, forcing him to shrink into his father's arms again. He suddenly remembered everyone's previous serious warnings, and the beggar who had broken his legs.

"According to the law, those who trespassed on the Fort Jesus will be tortured. I think you are already very clear." Pedro was aggressive. His lips were tightly pursed together every time he finished speaking, like a piece of cold and hard iron wire. "The Sultan's son is no exception."

Sultan's powerful arms were tightly clasped on his son, as if he was warning anyone to take him away.

The commander's expression was unexpectedly eased: "Given that you and your family have shown loyalty to the Portuguese government for many years, he can get pardons." A brief pause was followed by his savvy additional conditions, "as long as the noble Sultan is willing to promise to provide three hundred strong slaves to the Goa colonies in the next month."

Yousuf glanced at his father and saw only his weak eyes closed.

"The next time I meet, I hope we can reach an agreement faster." Pedro made a gesture to send off the guests.

The father put Yousuf down and took his little hand.

"Next time, I hope there will be no chandelier that suddenly hits down on my head!"

Sultan led his son and walked out the door constantly.

Yusuf looked back frequently, but he could not see any changes in the Portuguese commander's face.

My father was more silent than ever before on the way back.

A few days later, Yusuf's worried punishment has been delayed, and the butt that was about to be opened was barely saved.

His father handed him over to his old servant Ode and went to the northern inland highland the next day.

Yousuf is soft and hard, but Old Oud just refuses to talk about what his father is doing.

"His he took people to the Mwana tribe to capture slaves?" He tried unwillingly, only for Lao Oud to stare.

The little boy lay bored in the shade of the coconut trees, looking at the unripe coconut on his head: "Why is the Portuguese saying anything!" He rolled around to Old Oud with fresh ideas coming out of his head, "I went to the Fort Jesus to see. They are few and we are many." He raised his eyebrows mysteriously, "We can summon everyone to drive those bad guys out!"

Yousuf was slapped on the forehead, and Old Oud scolded: "Nothing!"

"It is because we are so timid like you that we are bullied..." The little boy hugged his head and complained in a low voice.

"They have muskets and cannons," Old Oud whispered, "and what about us? We only have bows and arrows and spears."

There is a rumor among Africans: The Portuguese bought them just to make their bodies into gunpowder. Each time they set off, they would blow away two Africans. After all, none of the compatriots who were transported away by the sailboat could come back.

Yusuf remembered the arsenal he saw in Jesus Castle again. His eyes rolled, but he tried to say something but he held back. As soon as the word "steal" was released, two slaps were bound to be indispensable. At most, it was just a difference between a forehead or a spanking.

Just as Yousuf was sulking, a man covered in sweat and with blood stains on his body hurriedly ran past and traveled through the garden to find his mother. He recognized that he was his father's servant.

He never remembers how he spent that day.

In my impression, the entire palace was filled with sad voices, and everyone and everything were soaked in a layer of grey and sad color.

Yusuf's father, Mombasa's respected Sultan, was sent back with only a headless body.

The Portuguese cut off his head and put it in a lime box, and escorted it to Goa by warships to present it to the governor. The accompanying report said that the Sultan had suffered due punishment in the conflict of clans because he committed treason.

They also paid an additional two thousand pieces of fabric in the name of "the king's kindness" to settle the matter.

During those days, Yousuf always hugged his mother and cried in a dark and dark way.

After the Sultan's death, Pedro, the commander of Portugal in Fort Jesus, immediately took office as regent of Mombasa. He insisted that the young successor of Sultan should take a boat to India and receive education in Goa, the capital of the Eastern colony.

The separation from his hometown and family is painful, but it cannot penetrate Yousuf's heart that is so sad that he is numb after losing his father.

He sat on the shaking sea boat in a daze, and then drifted to another distant continent.

Gone are the father's wings.

He was like a newborn baby, fearful and trembling, almost naked and thrown into a completely strange world.
Chapter completed!