Ten days later, three New Tnotiran Kingdom warships have been withdrawn on the sea outside Umlim Port.

After emergency repair, the flagship Tosro was able to sail at low speed; the seriously injured Pagziano was dragged by the Starner and returned together.

The hustle and bustle harbor has returned to peace.

The afternoon sun seems to have become much gentler, quietly spreading in the peaceful and quiet port.

In the small building of Feda Manor, George stood in front of the window on the second floor, holding a cup of coffee, siping slowly.

"This chocolate war is finally over."

Isabella laughed and said, "What is it called Chocolate War?"

"Because it was made of chocolate. An official from a port in the Alabo Empire took advantage of the law and forcibly deprived the merchants of the New Tnotiran Kingdom of the law. The merchant was the president of the Chamber of Commerce who held the kingdom charter and the royal family held a shareholding, which attracted armed interference."

"It's really awesome."

"No matter how many conspiracies and accidents are mixed in, this is the truth."

"So, Alabo and Xintenotiran, who won?"

"First find out one thing is that the Umlim port of Alab and a group of military adventurers in Xintenotiran have fought. From a national perspective, it is just a limited conflict, nothing to do with the general and no win or loss."

"What's going on with the military adventurers? Is this aggression not an act of state?"

"The meaning of the Admiralty Department of the Xintenotiran is very clear. Let them come out to test the ships and equipment, and touch the weight of the Alabo Empire. If it is not a tough battle, what can the three ships take? They happened to catch up with the chaos in Umlim Port, so they hoped to take the strong first and take the port, but they did not expect to lose their troops."

"So that's why are you sneering?"

"As a soldier, the choice of retreat is a general idea, but after you go back, you will be severely punished."

"It sounds like you have other ways? You can't fight anymore, right?"

"Of course, I'd choose the ship that sinks the flagship and seriously injured."

Isabella shivered: "You mean...to drag the whole country into the water?"

"This war is only a limited conflict, and Alab cannot achieve full mobilization, and Xintenotiran also has no determination to fight a full-scale war, with one exception. The fleet suffered heavy damage, most of the officers and soldiers died and fled back in shame. This is something a newly established country cannot accept, and it will inevitably lead to crazy revenge and large-scale invasions, even if it goes bankrupt after the war, otherwise, Atavar's throne will not be able to sit still. So now is the best result."

"Umlim lost first and then win, military adventurers won first and then lose. No matter how you look at it, Umlim Port won, why did you come up with a shameful treaty in the end?"

"The strength comparison is there. The civil strife caused by Chahari and Murdez consumes a lot of strength. If Xintenotiran makes a ruthless move, they will not be able to withstand it. Xintenotiran was careless this time and did not pay attention to the air defense firepower. What about next time? It would be better to take advantage of the losses of both sides to equalize each other and have a way out. A peace agreement will stabilize the situation. Let's talk about the grudges and grievances in the future. Next, it is the stage for merchants."

Reus pushed the door and came in: "What, what are you muttering behind my back?"

"After this battle, the Roll Chamber of Commerce has been very powerful, and the country can fight at will. What kind of chamber of commerce is this? What kind of commodity is it? It will definitely be much easier to buy and sell in the future. Mr. Reus has also been promoted to the Umlim Port Foreign Trade Bureau. The tax on import and export of goods in the Kingdom of New Tnotiran was decided, and the future is bright, and it is a happy congratulation."

"I also said that when the Alabo people eat chocolate, they will think of this war. They will regard it as a symbol of shame."

"How could it be? Didn't they win? You can carve patterns on the front of the chocolate and sink the warships with flying carpets; write on the back, "Kara is the biggest," and it will definitely be a hot sale."

Isabella burst into laughter: "George, you are..."

Reus was also amused by this humor: "It's like I've really won. Look at the final "Umlim Treaty."

George opened the test and saw that the treaty became four:

The Alab Empire (hereinafter referred to as "A") Umlim Port compensated the New Tnotiran Kingdom (hereinafter referred to as "T") for losses of 21 million dinals, of which the merchants lost 8 million.

Open Umlim Port as a free trade port.

Lease the Radler Island outside Umlim Port to the Texas State for a period of 99 years.

When a special country merchant pays taxes for import and export goods, the port must be agreed with the special country.

George laughed loudly.

Reus asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't expect that in this world, I could see the sunset of an empire with my own eyes. Alabo, perhaps, in the next hundred years, it will gradually move towards the deepest darkness, and then usher in a new rising sun. And we are both guides of darkness and sowers of light."

Reus thoughtfully: "To put it bluntly, Prince Suleiman set out for the Kingdom of Newtnotiran early this morning."

"It seems that Xintenotiran's weapons and equipment left a deep impression on him. It is a good thing to learn. Xintenotiran will regard this setback as insufficient research, and Alabo will also think that it is because of the invasion that is too backward in technology and poor strength, which leads to the invasion. It can be imagined that in the next ten years, alchemy will become the most sought-after area in the two countries."

Reus said: "Then, developed technology will promote the progress of the country. All countries will learn to live peacefully in friction and compromise. Finally, the world will be harmonious until then, and we guys who are on the edge of darkness and light can be secretly happy. Is that true?"

"Ha, it's such a boring ideal. Okay, everyone, pack up our luggage. We are going to the end of the Pearl Road, the Desert Pearl, Duolihachi City, Riley, go and arrange a caravan with Mr. Feida. Maybe we can walk with the national hero of Alabo and the Black Lion Hassan."

At the same time, in the dark tunnel deep in the strata, two cloaked figures were carefully drilling through the cracks of the rocks.

After drilling through a narrow gap that only one person can pass through, there was a low passage in front of it. The two of them bent over and drilled through it. At the end of the passage, there was a white stone.

First open the stone, dig off the sand and reveal a small exquisite box. One of them stretched out his hand tremblingly, opened the button, and there was a piece of paper and a note. The note reads: "Fight for the nation, fight for rationality, use technology well, and do not hurt civilians. Otherwise, you will be shot to death by arrows."

The signature of the note is a black lion.

He knelt on the ground tremblingly, held the box over his head with both hands, and kissed the box three times respectfully.

The companion behind urged, "What's wrong, Osama, is there?"

"Yes, Nibali. The chief of the big leader did not lie to us. He left us a map of the underground palace and a letter. You see."

Nibali snatched it, looked it over and said discouragedly: "What, he has removed most of the equipment and can only produce swords now. What can such equipment allow us to do?"

Osama said seriously: "You can't say that when the great leader comes underground, he can achieve such a great cause alone. Can't we? This is to test us! Come on, let's fight for the revival of the Alabo! Start a war against those invaders and those corrupt princes who obstruct the revival of the country!"

"Well, two?"

"Of course, we need to set up an organization to use the underground palace left by the great leader as a base to attract those partners who are interested in national rejuvenation to join!"

"Where is the name?"

"Well, just call it the base."

"What a trash name."

"Hmph, my own name must be changed, Alabo will not be revived for a day, and will not be changed back to his original name for a day!"

"Oh? What's the new name?"

"The great leader ignited the lamp of my soul, the lamp of life, and the lamp of hope, so let's pull the lamp. Well, I'll have to wear a big beard in the future and cover up the wounds of my chin. OK, that's it!"

Dak, who was far away at the pier, didn't know what was happening underground. He was looking at the Mensaro people who were about to part with complicated eyes.

The Mensaro people are leaving.

There were 23,572 Mensaro people, who had decided to leave the land they once loved deeply but now had to leave, and head to Nentnotiran, where they began their new life.

"Big leader, my greatest happiness is meeting you!"

A little Menzaro boy said excitedly.

This little boy is Rashid, who saved Dark and Mateddy and Nibali when they escaped from Umlim Port. He was attacked by a jumping lizard and his life was almost in danger. Now he has finally recovered.

Dark raised his hand and touched his head: "What happiness, you have been lying for so long. You have suffered, little gerbil. Next, you have to take a boat for a long time, and you must listen to your father."

"Well, don't worry, by the way, I'll give this to you."

Rashid handed over a small wood carving with a lion's head, with a hole drilled into the lion's mane and a rope was penetrated: "Black lion, the patron saint of the Mensaro people."

Dake's heart tightened and looked up. Not only the little boy's father, but also the other one next to him, each with one hand hanging around his neck.

The Alabo people prohibited idol worship. They openly put on this to express their intention to completely break up with the Muslan scholar.

Dark smiled lightly and said, "I'm still alive. What does it mean to wear this?"

The little boy smiled confidently and said, "Spirit, a spirit! Whether it is a jumping lizard, hostility or massacre, the Mensaro people will never retreat! This has nothing to do with you, it really has nothing to do with you! Goodbye, the Holy Lord bless... No, victory is with you!"

The ship behind him raised the red and white arrow-tailed flags, and the time for parting was coming.

Marduk yelled: "Go on board, get on board!"

The great migration of the Mensaro people began. The history of Umlim Port opened a new page.

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Chapter completed!