Asilanda took a deep breath and waved her hand, "Please invite the respected Mr. Nasser to the living room of the palace, and I will arrive later!"
Although he was extremely upset, Asilanda had no better way. Now this missionary Nasser is a pair of eyes placed in the royal city of Bahan. If he wants to continue to rule Bahan safely,
You must obey Nasser's words and be respectful.
This is difficult for an ordinary person to do, let alone the king of Asilanda Khan?
This pain cannot be described by words. This torment cannot be endured by ordinary people.
"As for orders, my father!" Alves' voice seemed so respectful, which gave Ashlanda some comfort.
After all, he is the king here! Any subject who can be Brahn, including his son, must crawl at his feet!
Like Ashi Bulai City, Bahan is also a mountain city. However, compared with Ashi Bulai City, Bahan is built more neatly.
The palace is located in the northern city of Bahanna. The exquisite garden is winding down the mountain through many terraces and directly descends to the Pearl River. On one side of the garden is a brand new palace built by Ashiranda to marry the daughter of Governor Khurasan.
On the other side is the old palace where the royal family has lived. At this moment, the sky has become very dark, and the winding corridors are as dizzy and disorienting as the corridors of the temple of the Vulcan Ahu Lamezda. (Note 1
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Since the Great Cannibal ruled this area, Asilanda no longer lived in the old palace, but moved to the new palace. Such behavior will of course be regarded as a kind of show of goodwill and breaking with the Tang Dynasty and the Great Food.
Forge an alliance.
But maybe it was because he left a bad impression on the cannibal before that, and the hat that was pro-Tang has never been taken off since it was tied to his head.
On the side walls on both sides of the palace, several paint brackets occasionally appear with torches inserted in lighting, but they do not have any good results. The light here is too dark!
"Hu!" Two black shadows suddenly appeared in a distant corner of the palace. They bent their waists and backs, holding dark red trays containing tall candles in their hands, and walked backwards.
In the royal city of Bakhanna, only the noble king Ashiranda and the royal families can enjoy such respect.
"His Majesty, the Great King, I wish you a long life!" The two black shadows 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 without hesitation
Kissing Ashiranda's toes.
In their opinion, His Majesty the great King is the representative of the God of Fire in the world. Being able to kiss His Majesty the King's toes is their greatest honor in life.
At least here, in the palace of Bakhanna, Asilanda could also feel the respect of a king.
He waved his hand with satisfaction and signaled them to open the wooden door. This living room was specially built by him to summon his confidants. The door was equipped with a special switch. Only by using matching auxiliary tools to twist the switch can the wooden door be opened.
However, the switch of the wooden door was obviously already turned on at this time.
The two kings' servants placed the tray on the ground and stood up to push the oak door with great effort. Even though the door had already opened the switch at this time, they still had a lot of effort to push the wooden door open.
"call!"
"call!"
The two of them took the wooden pallet and reverently retreated, standing at both ends of Hu's bed, no longer speaking. This is the secret room of His Majesty Ashiranda, His Majesty the Great King, and any excessive behavior will attract the invitation of the God of Death.
Asilanda is already older and is getting fatter. If he hadn't been wearing a strange pointed hat on his head, a pair of flesh-white pants and a scarlet shirt, you could have almost regarded him as a ball of meat.
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He was covered in jewelry, probably to hide his fat and bloated body shape, but doing so was just the opposite. His big edges and wrinkled skirt made his body look wider and fatter, with small wool balls, tassels and other linear Persians
The decoration makes him look even more lazy. The most fatal thing is a string of evil-proof objects hanging around his neck. The crescent-shaped rhino horns make his skin look more sick and makes him age twenty in an instant.
By the way, he didn't give people this feeling when he wore a Hetian jade pendant and a silk pullover!
Of course, Ashiranda would never hear such words in her life unless anyone wants to try the cruelest beast punishment in the prison in Bahan City.
Here, anyone who goes against his will can only die!
At this time, Prince Alves and the missionary Nasser were of course already in the living room. The difference was that Nasr was sitting on a high-backed chair covered with jewelry and Prince Alves was drinking tea, while Prince Alves was
He stood respectfully and waited on the side.
The corner of Ashiranda's mouth twitched inadvertently for a moment, and was then covered up by a sincere smile.
"My big food friend, Mr. Nasser from the distant holy land, the spreader of the voice of Allah, may I ask what sacred things do you want to share with me today?"
Asilanda pressed his voice very low and tried to make his words appear calm. He did not want Nasr to suddenly seize a sudden monosyllable word in his words and criticize his disrespect to the great Allah.
Nasser did not rush to answer him. He picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, shook his head.
To be fair, he was very handsome. His plain white headscarf wrapped around his plump forehead. His big food pullover made of burlap was perfectly supported by his well-proportioned body, and he was wearing the ivory leather sheath next to him.
The big food scimitar made him look more heroic and majestic.
Of course, all of these were ruined by the high hunched back.
Nasser is already in his fifties, and his years of preaching made him overdraw his body. I wonder if Allah did not hear his wish. From the age of forty, Nasser began to hunch his back. If he took off the blouse that was in trouble
, people will see this more clearly.
Of course, none of these will affect his steel will. As a warrior, the broadcaster of Allah's will, Nasser knew how to use his majesty to convince these backward Hu people.
"Dear Your Majesty, although I am very reluctant to tell you about this at this time, in order for the people who believe in Allah to have enough food, I think it is necessary for us to change the tax system."
Just like a clear spring in the desert, Nasser's voice is so sweet and beautiful.
However, although his words were filled with humble words to the king, Asilanda felt no room for negotiation. Nasser came to him today, and seemed to have just taken something that had been decided to give him a decision.
Although all the residents of Bahanna City have converted to the Tianfang Sect, it does not mean that all residents have forgotten the great fire god Ahu Lamezda. It is really inappropriate to propose an increase in the tax on Zaka at this time.
"A genius poet said it well, in order to eliminate the impulse fire of desire, we should come to the sensible spring water to absorb nutrients. Although I also think that the tax system in Bahan's city is not ideal now, at least we should be stable
Seek change in the middle. I hope you can understand my difficulties, Mr. Nasser."
Asilanda had already expressed all the humble words he could think of, with an extremely gentle attitude. If such a situation was seen by the close ministers who often accompanied His Majesty the King, they would definitely exclaim loudly.
How could His Majesty, the extremely noble king, speak to others in such a humble manner? This is simply incredible!
However, it is normal for such a thing to happen to Nasser.
"No, no, Your Majesty the King. I think you have not fully understood Allah's thoughts. Allah teaches us to entrust the rich to fulfill and realize his universal kindness to the poor. Such a result can make the rich
The one who receives the gift of the sacrificial remedies and relieves the poor. The subjects of Bakhanna are all believers of Allah, so of course they should be treated equally and fairly. I think such a thing must be urgent, are you right?
Dear Your Majesty the King?"
Asilanda swallowed and forced herself to suppress her dissatisfaction and said, "But now, the tax revenue is already very heavy, I'm afraid if there is another tax increase..."
Perhaps because he was a little impatient to wait, Nasser interrupted before the king finished speaking, "I think His Majesty the King misunderstood Allah's meaning. This zakat tax mainly collects the rich, but not the poor.
It has a great impact. Even if the current tax revenue is doubled, I think these rich people will not be hungry and cannot eat enough, right?"
This was already a blatant threat! Asilanda clenched her fists and didn't speak for a long time.
In the end, Prince Alves broke the awkward atmosphere: "My noble Father, Allah is willing to give his cautious attitude and thoughtful thoughts to his king, but Allah also hopes that his representatives on earth can be bold.
Change. For the poor and the rich to live happily in the blue sky of Bahanna, I hope you, the noble King Bahanna, can agree to sign this new tax system."
Asilanda's Adam's apple surging slightly, and her son has already laid the steps for him like this. If he persists like this, it may have a bad impact on both sides. However, his name is signed on the newly issued tax system, and this shady blame is finally
He is destined to bear it himself. He is really unwilling to accept it...
"Haha, dear Mr. Nasser, as you said, I also hope that the poor and rich people of Bakhan can enjoy the blessings of Allah happily. Well, I agree with this new tax system."
, Asilanda turned around and ordered Prince Alves, "This matter is left to you. Don't let Allah down, my favorite son."
"Dear King, I will do it immediately after hearing your order!" Alves bowed to Ashlanda and retreated to leave the luxurious living room.