Asilanda took a deep breath, waved her hand and said: "Invite the respected Mr. Nasser to the living room of the palace, I will be there soon!"
Although she was extremely upset, Asilanda had no better way. Now this preacher Nasser is a pair of eyes placed by the cannibal in the city of Bahna. If he wants to continue to rule the city of Bahna safely, he must
You must obey Nasser's words and be respectful.
This is very difficult for an ordinary person to do, let alone him, the king of Asiranda Bhanna?
This pain cannot be described in words. This suffering cannot be endured by ordinary people.
"As you command, my father!" Alves' voice sounded so submissive, which gave Asilanda some comfort.
After all, he is the king here! Any of Bahna's subjects, including his son, must crawl at his feet!
Like Asibulai City, Bukhanna is also a mountain city. However, compared with Ashbulai City, Bukhanna is more neatly built.
The palace is located in the northern city of Bakhna. The exquisite gardens wind down along the mountains through many terraces, flowing directly to the Pearl River. On one side of the garden is the brand-new palace built by Ahiranda to marry the daughter of the Governor of Khorasan.
On the other side is the old palace where the royal family of Bakhna has always lived. The sky has become very dark at this moment, and the winding corridors are as dizzying and disorienting as the corridors of the temple of Ahura Mezda, the god of fire. (Note 1
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Since the Great Eater ruled this area, Axilanda no longer lives in the old palace, but moved to the new palace. Such behavior will of course be regarded as a goodwill break with the Tang Dynasty and a break with the Great Eater.
Make an alliance.
It's just that maybe the impression he left on the cannibal was too bad before, and the hat of being pro-Tang has never been taken off since it was placed on his head.
On the side walls on both sides of the palace, there are occasionally a few painted brackets with torches for lighting, but they don't have any good effect. The light here is too dark!
"Hoo!" Two black figures suddenly appeared in a far corner of the palace. They walked backwards with their backs hunched, holding a dark red tray containing tall candles in their hands.
In the royal city of Bakhna, only the noble King Ashilanda and other royal families can enjoy such respect.
"My great King, may you live forever!" Two black figures walked to an oak door and stopped, kneeling on the ground and shouted. If they hadn't held the tray in their hands now, they would have gone there without hesitation.
Kiss Ahiranda's toes.
In their view, His Majesty the Great King is the representative of the God of Fire in the human world, and being able to kiss His Majesty the King's toes is the greatest honor in their lives.
At least here, in the palace of Bakhna, Asilanda could still feel the respect of a king.
He waved his hand with satisfaction and motioned for them to open the wooden door. This living room was specially built by him to summon his cronies. The door was equipped with a special switch. The wooden door could only be opened by turning the switch with a matching aid.
However, at this time, the switch of the wooden door had obviously been opened.
The two king's servants placed the tray on the ground, stood up and pushed hard to push the oak door. Even though the door had been opened and closed, they still spent a lot of effort to push the wooden door open.
"call!"
"call!"
The two men picked up the wooden tray and stepped back respectfully. They stood at both ends of the bed and said nothing. This is the secret chamber of His Majesty the Great King Asilanda. Any talkative behavior will attract the invitation of death.
Ashelanda is getting older and getting fatter. If he weren't wearing a weird pointed hat, a pair of flesh-white trousers and a scarlet blouse, you could almost see him as a ball of flesh.
.
He was covered in jewelry all over his body, probably to hide his fat and bloated figure, but this was exactly the opposite. The large hems and wrinkled skirt made his body wider and fatter, and the small wool balls, tassels and other linear Persian shapes
The decoration makes him look even more lazy. The most terrible thing is the string of evil-proof objects hanging around his neck. This crescent-shaped rhinoceros horn makes his skin color look even more sickly and makes him look twenty years older in an instant.
By the way, when he wears Hetian jade pendant and silk pullover, he doesn’t give people this feeling!
Of course, Asilanda will never hear words like this in her life, unless someone wants to try the most cruel animal torture in Bakhna City Prison.
Here, anyone who goes against his will can only die!
At this time, Prince Alves and the preacher Nasser were of course already in the living room. The difference was that Nasr was sitting on a high-backed chair studded with jewels, drinking tea, while Prince Alves was
Standing aside with hands tied respectfully, he waited.
The corner of Asilanda's mouth twitched inadvertently for a moment, and was immediately covered up by a sincere smile.
"My big food friend, Mr. Nasser from a distant holy land, the communicator of the voice of Allah, what other sacred things do you want to share with me today?"
Ahiranda lowered his voice and tried to make his words sound calm. He did not want Nasr to suddenly seize on an abrupt monosyllable in his words and criticize him for being disrespectful to the great Allah.
Nasser was not in a hurry to answer him. He picked up a cup of tea, took a sip carefully, and shook his head.
To be fair, he looks very handsome. A plain white turban is wrapped around his plump forehead, and a large food pullover made of burlap is perfectly held up by his well-proportioned body. He wears an ivory leather sheath beside him.
The big scimitar makes him even more majestic.
Of course, all these were ruined by the high hunched back.
Nasser is over fifty years old, and his long years of preaching have exhausted his health. I wonder if Allah did not hear his prayers. Since he was forty, Nasser began to hunch. If he takes off that obstructive blouse
, people will see this more clearly.
Of course, these will not be factors that affect his iron will. As a warrior and a relayer of Allah's will, Nasser knows how to use his majesty to make these backward-thinking barbarians respect him.
"Dear Your Majesty the King, although I am extremely reluctant to tell you this at this time, in order for the people who believe in Allah to have enough to eat, I think it is necessary for us to change the tax system."
Like a clear spring in the desert, Nasser's voice is so sweet and beautiful.
However, despite the humility towards the king in his words, Asilanda did not feel at all that there was any room for negotiation. Nasser came to him today, and it seemed that he was just telling him something that had already been decided.
Although all the residents of the city of Bakhna have converted to the Zakat religion, it does not mean that all residents have forgotten the great fire god Ahura Mezda. It is really inappropriate to propose an increase in Zakat tax at this time.
"A genius poet said it well, in order to extinguish the fire of impulsive lust, we should come to the spring of reason to draw nourishment. Although I also think that the tax system in Bakhna City is not ideal today, at least we should
Seek change while maintaining stability. I hope you can understand my difficulties, Mr. Nasser.”
Ashelanda had said all the courteous words he could think of, and his attitude was extremely gentle. If the ministers who often accompany His Majesty the King saw such a scene, they would definitely exclaim loudly.
How can His Majesty the King, who is so noble and noble, talk to others in such a humble manner? This is simply unbelievable!
However, it is perfectly normal for something like this to happen to Nasser.
"No, no, Your Majesty the King. I think you have not fully understood the thoughts of Allah. Allah teaches us to entrust the rich with His mercy to the poor to complete and realize it. Such a result can make the rich
Those who receive alms in return, and the poor are relieved of their difficulties. The subjects of Bahna are all believers in Allah, and of course they should be treated equally and fairly. I think this kind of thing must be done without delay. Are you right?
Your Majesty the King?"
Axilanda swallowed, forced herself to suppress her dissatisfaction and said: "It's just that the current taxes are already very heavy. I'm afraid if there are more taxes..."
Perhaps because he was a little impatient, Nasser interrupted without waiting for the king to finish: "I think His Majesty the King misunderstood the meaning of Allah. This zakat tax is mainly levied on the rich and will not be levied on the poor."
It has a great impact. Even if the current tax rate is doubled, I don’t think these rich people will be hungry and don’t have enough to eat, right?”
This was already a blatant threat! Asilanda clenched her fists and didn't speak again for a long time.
Finally, it was Prince Alves who broke the awkward atmosphere: "My noble father, Allah is willing to bestow cautious attitude and careful consideration on his king, but Allah also hopes that his representatives in the world can be bold.
Change. In order for the poor and the rich to live happily under the blue sky of Bahna, I also hope that you, the distinguished King of Bahna, can agree to sign this new tax system."
Ashlanda's Adam's apple surged slightly. Her son had already laid the groundwork for him. If he persisted like this, it would probably have a bad impact on both parties. However, the newly promulgated tax system was signed with his name. This scapegoat was finally
It was destined to be carried by himself. He was really unwilling...
"Haha, dear Mr. Nasser, as you said, I also hope that the poor and rich in Bakhna can happily enjoy the blessings of Allah. Well, I agree to this new tax system." There was a slight pause.
, Asilanda turned to Prince Alves and said: "I'll leave this matter to you. Don't let Allah down, my favorite son."
"Your Majesty the King, when I hear your order, I will obey it immediately!" Alves bowed to Asilanda and walked backwards out of the luxurious reception room.