Chapter 398:

+ "Mahatma, I like you very much, but I have no conditions until I get your answer! Sorry! I want to be friends with you."
Mahatma said: "Unfortunately, although you are honestly sure that you are doomed to fail." Then he untied the whole object with one hand and turned to Ismail, who was lurking in the shadows like a wolf.
Mahatma sent the man to Mahal Gate, conveying the message that he needed money. The doctors praised his kneeling elephant in the next ten minutes, presumably based on the theory that it is worthwhile to advertise, because it is not only the West that worships in that temple.
When Ismail returned with a tray with piles of small money on it, they were overjoyed by the massacre. His mouth betrayed my faith, and his eyes sparkled with greed. His fingers trembled with painful anticipation, and he began to praise his elephant again, because some people recited proverbs so as not to get too excited.
The various money on the pallet must total about fifty dollars. The hunk spread out the end of the turban by begging the bowl, and Mahatma shook all his money in, so that Ismail was shocked, and the hunk himself raised his eyes with exquisite arrogance.
"Let’s go, otherwise you’re too late!" Mahatma said to him. Instead of waiting for the second order, the great lion rode on the elephant’s neck, kicked the big beast and rode away on horseback. , Quickly discovered it before he woke up, and then discovered that the whole adventure was a dream.
But he cannot get rid of it as easily as all these things. Ismail is the guardian of the gate, which is locked. If given such instructions, Akbar will undoubtedly break the door, but even the East, who is always dissatisfied, will not cause much loss after receiving such a generous gift. Ismail went to open the door and asked for his percentage, but gave it the Eastern name, which means "usual things".
After Ismail made a convincing threat to tell the other nobles how much money, the usual arguments took place. I tend to listen to my usual accusations, threats, counterclaims, abuses, appeals to various deaf gods. , And finally give in. Total gifts. I think this is instinctively prompted. Anyway, it worked, and the tycoon threw a few coins at him.
Of course, both sides immediately had great politeness. Ismail prayed that God could make the massacre like an elephant. The macho hinted to the twelve corrupt gods that Ismail might be happier, with thousands of children and wives who are faithful to him. Ismail opened the door, and Akbar freely rescued the sugar cane from the passing truck. Therefore, I want to be satisfied with everyone, but the rightful owner of sugar cane cursed and wept, and called Akbar an honest prince. I want to express his views on all taxation powers.
It happened that something they called "" happened, and the owner of the sugar cane appealed to him for justice and relief. Therefore, "" used his truncheon to cheer Akbar's buttocks and helped himself by balancing his account. When the sugarcane owner yelled at this, Ismail walked out, and likewise, just helped himself more freely, smashing a bunch of things on the doors of all parties involved. Cynically enjoying the blasphemy outside, he sat down in the shadow of the wall, with a cane, and counted the change extorted from the big hand.
"Look at Indian autonomy!" I said, turning to beckon through the arch between the two courtyards.
But Mahatma is gone! And, unlike the Cheshire cat, he didn't even leave a smile behind him, or even left behind him. The two disappeared silently like they had never been there!
I look around, look around for corners, search for the next courtyard, and then draw blanks. Then I asked Ismail, and he laughed at me.
"Mahatma? You are like those fools who seek virtue. Never!"
I said: "The tycoon just named you correctly. He fully understands your character."
"That might be," Ismail replied, standing up. "But he is on an elephant, and I can't get close to him. Do you think you are a strong person? That feels it!"
He is old, but by no means an opponent. Fortunately, he did not draw a knife. I picked up the wind towards him, rotated him until he was dizzy, and then threw him into the corner of the dog at the door, except for one or two bruises, the situation was no big deal.
"Now!" I said. "Which way does King Sha'ib and Gray Mahatma go?"
"All ways are one way, and one way leads to her!"
That's all I can get rid of. Therefore, I took a method and went straight through the courtyard, under the arch, over the old black panther cage. This is the way Jin and I had just arrived. However, it seems that it has been more than a year since I stepped on those ancient stone slabs side by side with the Golden King! There seems to be a decade or so. I also thought that I became more and more tired, extremely sleepy, and I knew that the king's condition must be worse. When I walked by, the old black panther was sleeping, and I envied him.
When I arrived, I had two options, as I could enter through the apparently unprotected lower door, and then climb up the stone ladder wrapped around the wall. However, I chose the marble front steps and roared the knuckles on the top door.
I waited for a few minutes, and then four women opened it instead of the traditional two. They did not smile as before, but frowned and lined up at the door. They are older than the others and seem to be fully capable of demonstrating combat capabilities. Considering their long needles and possible hidden weapons, I won't have a ten-cent chance against them. So I asked the King and Mahatma.
They pretend not to understand. They don't know Hindustani. My Punjabi dialect is like Greek to them. They knew nothing about my clothes or the suitcase shared between me and Kim Jae Lee. According to Yasmini, it was her order to take her to the palace. The terms "king" and "maha" seem to have no meaning. They obviously suspected that I was crazy.
I began to suspect that I was the same thing! It's unreasonable to be as sleepy as I am to doubt myself in any dream state. But I have enough reasoning ability to argue, if the women who dreamed of it would yield in front of me. So I went straight ahead, if you visit her during breastfeeding, they won't give in to her will. There are two other women, holding long daggers in their hands, coming out from behind the curtains, somehow, I don't mind testing whether those things are dream daggers.
Knowing what to do is really a problem. One incredible thing is to make Kim reluctant to seek. Suddenly, I thought of trying that door under the steps. So I kissed the Haridan quartermaster mercilessly and turned around-I dare say this was the most unwise move in my life. What I did was more catastrophic in results, but there was never anything worth destroying.
Have women ever been beaten, tripped and entangled by you? Run instead of risking!
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