"Black Pharaoh?" David Ringo had doubts.
The depressing atmosphere disappeared, and Mahdi began to laugh. He also began to change his view. Crossing the desert was a very painful thing, but they did it easily.
They didn't need camels, they didn't even break a sweat, and those damn robbers didn't dare to disturb them.
"Nubia, the black pharaoh, the king of heretics, he has gone to hell, but he created the great Sultanate."
David Ringo suddenly realized.
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