Chapter 15 Chapter 3 Demon King

Excerpted from Ameijie.Floras' Travel Diary March 26 I am currently in prison.After I was brought into this room with iron bars yesterday, the door was triple locked immediately. The room is spacious and bright.There was a desk furnished with stationery, a chair, a clean bed, a dresser, and electric lights hanging from the ceiling.I sat down, lit a cigarette, and waited.What are you waiting for?new events.Sitting like this, I recalled the thrilling journey on the way. About two hours later, the sound of the door opening woke me up from my contemplation.I saw it, I saw Chu Mugeng!He disappeared after the third time we heard the strange booming noise.You see how impudent he is!He ruined all my newsletters, but he still has the face to see me!However, Chu Mugeng was going to hit a snag.He looked around quickly, as if watching for movement, before entering the door.

good!Here you are, you three-time liar!I screamed and rushed towards him, ready to give him the punishment he deserved, but bumped into the door that the traitor slammed shut hastily. That might be better.Now our situation is not good. If we continue to punish him by his ears, it will only complicate the situation. Obviously, Chu Mugeng has seen through my thoughts.The door opened a crack a second time, and his disheveled head reappeared in the doorway.ha!He can come in now.I sat down in my place and calmed down.I repeat what I just said, but without the threatening tone: Hurrah!So you, the guy who has been a liar three times, is here!What are you going to do now?

I'm here as a footman.he replied, keeping his eyes on the ground, and opened the door. There were two black men with food in the corridor, and Chu Mugeng put the food on the table, and I salivated: it was only then that I felt terribly hungry. Putting all my worries aside, I started wolfing down my food and asking Chumugeng all kinds of questions, which he was happy to answer.According to him, I was a guest, a kidnapped guest indeed!His Majesty's name is Gary.Kiliel (what a hateful name), he said, the city is marvelous.There are many big houses and many ingenious things that Dubab has come up with, that is, new inventions of the Europeans.After seeing those strange flying machines, I believe he is not lying.

I continued to ask.Could it be that the king had placed him on Miss Morna's path so that she could hire her as a guide, just as one picks a misread card from a juggler's booth.Chu Mugeng repeatedly claimed that this was not the case, and that he was hired by Miss Moerna for no other purpose at all.He even affirmed that the original contract would remain in force, as long as Miss Morena and Mr. Sunberling had not left Africa, and he still considered himself to be at their service as before.Is this Chu Mugeng mocking us?No!It seems that he is very serious. He confessed that he had been lured by Molière.At that time, Molile was very dissatisfied with the treatment we gave him, and bragged about this Gary.Abundance and generosity of Kiriel.He made a wish to Chumgeng that he would live a comfortable and happy life here, so Chumgeng betrayed us.

So I asked, what happened to his old colleague Tongale?Chu Mugeng's disgusting face showed a ferocious expression, he gestured with his hands on his neck and shouted: That's it! My original suspicions were confirmed: poor Dongal was strangled to death! Chu Mugeng continued to speak eloquently.It turned out that the roar we heard on the day of his disappearance came from the aircraft of Lieutenant Lacourt, or more precisely, Captain Rufus.His men, led by two sergeants, came towards us in order to destroy the villages in our path.That's why the soldiers are shabby and dusty, while the commanders are well-dressed and handsome.That's why the black man who was killed by the explosive bullet was so terrified the moment he recognized the gangster, and he didn't care when he saw the so-called Lieutenant Lacourt that he had never seen before.He, Chu Mugeng, was also transported here by this aircraft. Chu Mugeng gave a name, but the pronunciation was very inaccurate. I figured it out after thinking for a while. He was talking about Blackland, that is, the black country.According to Chumgeng, this is such a wonderful city that even the most famous geographers have absolutely no idea of ​​its existence.

When Chu Mugeng told all this, I was thinking: Since he betrayed us for a little benefit, can we also give him a little advantage to make him betray his new master?I promised him a considerable sum of money, which would guarantee him endless enjoyment for the rest of his life, and the crook was not in the least surprised by such a bribe.However, he thought the deal couldn't be done and shook his head. Can't run!He said: There are a lot of soldiers here, a lot of ingenious things that Dubab came up with, a lot of high walls He also added that the city is surrounded by desert and there is no way out.

Are we destined to stay here until the end of our lives? Breakfast is over.Chu Mugeng left, and I stayed in the room alone, and the food was delivered in the evening.Then, when the hour hand of my watch struck nine, the light went out suddenly, and I groped my way to bed in the dark. Today was a peaceful day, I didn't see anyone except Chu Mugeng who delivered the food.When I wake up in the morning, I feel clear-headed and energized.But what can we do? Still a captive, what do these people want from us?If I meet someone, can he answer this question for me? same night Our wish came true to meet Gary.His Majesty Kiriel.After this meeting, our situation changed drastically. I was trembling all over and couldn't calm down no matter what.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the door opened.This time there was another old acquaintance, Molière.The twenty or so Negroes following him were obviously under his command.Behind these escorts I found my colleagues, except for Sembling.According to his young aunt, he is still unable to walk.I walked with them, thinking: Our last moment has come, and this is our escort to the execution ground. However, this is not the case.We walked down a few long corridors, and then entered a rather large room, outside the door of which the escort stood.There is only a table and an easy chair in the room. There is a glass and a wine bottle on the table. There is a person sitting on the easy chair. Our eyes are all focused on him.

Gary.His Majesty Kiriel was between forty and forty-five years old.He was broad-shouldered, massively built, and had big hands.His muscular shoulders testified to his extraordinary strength.Especially striking is his head.The flat face shows his willpower, but at the same time makes people feel his despicable character.His long, grizzled, curly hair looked like it hadn't been combed for many years.The forehead is broad, showing intelligence.But the protruding jaws and blunt, square jaw spoke of rough, brutal passion.The sunken, tanned cheeks were dotted with blood-red pimples.The lips are thick, and the lower lip hangs down slightly, revealing a mouth full of healthy, strong, yellow teeth that are not evenly spaced.The eyes are sunken deeply in their sockets.From under those shaggy brows shot a remarkable, sometimes unbearable look.

This is a no-nonsense role.Greed, cruelty, and audacity all rolled into one.Disgusting and frightening. His Majesty wears a gray linen hunter's suit and shorts, with leg guards.All of these garments are covered in oil and spots.There was a felt hat on the table, and next to it was Gary.Kiriel's right hand was always trembling.Dr. Sartore gestured to me out of the corner of his eye, calling my attention to the hand.I get it, sitting in front of us is an alcoholic, a binge drinking alcoholic. The character looks at us for a long time in silence, shifting his gaze from one person to another, and we wait patiently.

I was told there were six of you.He spoke at last, speaking in a haughty, husky French with a thick English accent.There are only five people in front of me, why? There is another who was tortured by your people and fell ill.Balsac replied. Again there was silence.Then, out of the blue, he asked another question: What are you doing here? The question was raised so suddenly, and despite the seriousness of the situation, we couldn't help laughing.hell!Did we come here by ourselves? Gary.Kiriel said again in a threatening tone: You are spies, without a doubt! Excuse me, said Monsieur Balsac. But Gary.Kiriel didn't let him go on, suddenly lost his temper, hit the table hard with his fist, and roared like thunder: You should call me emperor! Balsac looked very solemn at this time.Like a habitual orator, he stands erect, with his left hand on his chest, and his right hand gesticulating. There has been no emperor in France since 1789!he declared solemnly.In any other place M. Barsac's solemnity would have been comical.Yet in the presence of this beast, he appeared dignified and noble.This is the truth, which means that we have no intention of compromising with this alcoholic desperado.We all support Balsac's stern position, even Bossain is no exception, he even shouted loudly: You violate human rights! Mr. Poseidon is so brave! Gary.Kiriel raised his shoulders and looked at us again, as if he was seeing us for the first time.His eyes scanned all of us with unusual rapidity, and finally rested on Balsac, gazing at him horribly.Balsac stared at him too, without batting an eyelid.I really admire him!This southern congressman is not only eloquent, but also brave and self-respecting. The image of the inspection captain has become bigger in our eyes. Gary.Kiliel reined in himself.It seemed that such situations rarely happened to him, he asked suddenly in a calm tone, just as suddenly as his madness came. Do you speak English? Yes, Mr. Balsac replied. What about your colleagues? Same. OK, Gary.Kiliel seems to appreciate this.His broken gong-like voice repeated in English: What are you doing here? This is our right.Now I ask you, said Barsac: By what law have you brought us here by force? According to the laws I make!Gary.exclaimed Kyriel decisively, and suddenly became furious again, as long as I am not dead, no one wants to approach my empire His empire?I really don't understand. Gary.Kiriel stood up and continued to yell at Balsac, beating the table with his fist: Yes, I know that you Frenchmen who were stationed in Timbuktu have now come down the Niger River.They'll stop, though, or, now that they're sending spies, I'll smash you spies to pieces like this glass! Gary.Kiliel literally smashed a glass. He was possessed by a nameless rage, frothed on his lips, and looked terrible.His protruding jaw reminds one of a beast of prey.His face was flushed and his eyes were bloodshot.He propped himself on the table with trembling hands, leaned forward, looked into the motionless face of Balsac, and exclaimed: Did I not warn you beforehand?The Winter Gelong incident is my first warning to you at my behest.I have placed the wizard Genjela on your way, because you don't listen to the advice, haven't his prophecies been fulfilled one by one?I put for your guide my slave Molile, who held you back at Sikasso for the last time.But it's useless!I took out your guards, to no avail.It is useless to hinder you with hunger.You are still stubbornly coming to the Niger River, how are you now?You have reached your destination and surpassed it.You have seen everything you want to see, you have gone too far!What can you say about what you've seen? Gary.Kiliel was impulsive, striding up and down the room, and he was a psychopath.He stood still suddenly, obviously remembering something. Is your destination, he asked in a surprisingly calm tone, not Shae? right!Balsac confirmed. Why did you change direction midway?What are you going to do in Cooper? When he asked this question, he gave us a piercing look.We felt uncomfortable, it was a bad question, we had agreed not to give Miss Buxton's real name, and luckily Balsac found a satisfactory answer. After being abandoned by the guards, we planned to go to Timbuktu.He said. Why not go to Sikasso?This is much closer. We thought it would be better to go to Timbuktu. Which Gary.Kiriel said suspiciously.But after a moment of silence, he asked again, that is to say, you are not going to go east, to the Niger River? No such plan.Balsac replied in the affirmative. If only I had known this beforehand, Gary.Kyriel said, you would not come here. What a big joke, it's really dumbfounding!I interrupted: Excuse me, my dear, I say with mock respect, one thing interests me: why don't you just kill us and bring us here?Your Captain Rufus and his men could do this beautifully, we were totally unprepared, and it was the best way to avoid us. Gary.Kiriel frowned and looked at me contemptuously. Where did such a small person talk to him, but he still gave me an answer: This was to avoid a search by the French government, as they would have done if the expedition had been killed. I'm not too happy with this explanation, retorting: I think the disappearance of the expedition will lead to the same result. This is very clear, he agreed, and I just hope that you will give up your intention to investigate.The reason why you are here is entirely the consequence of your stubbornness. I immediately grasped what he had to say: All this may be true.Now that you know that we did not go to the Niger River, you should send us back to the place where we were arrested, and the problem will be solved. Let you spread what you see everywhere?Let you announce the city that the world doesn't know yet?Gary.Kyriel exclaimed, it's too late!Whoever entered Blackrant could never get out again. The damn thing!I'm used to his arrogance and I'm not embarrassed.I insisted: But, eventually, someone will come to us. possible.Gary.Kiriel replied that the needle of his emotional barometer was pointing to fine weather again, but if we were found to have to go to war, it would do one more thing to keep you than to kill you. what? hostage. He is not stupid, this demon king, he has considered everything thoroughly, after such questions and answers, I have figured it out, he will not kill us.Not bad! Gary.Kyriel sat down in his easy chair again.What a monster!He was very calm again. Let's act according to the situation, he said coldly, now you stay in Blackrant, don't even think about escaping, your fate is up to you to decide.I can put you in prison, I can kill you, but I can also set you free in my country. He is teasing us! That is up to you to decide, he went on, mainly to Barsac, whom he saw as our leader.You will be my hostages or Gary.Kiriel paused for a moment, and Balsak looked at him strangely.What else can we do with him? Or be my partner.Gary.Kiriel finished coldly. This suggestion aroused our outrage.But he continued in the same cold tone: Don't think that I miscalculated the movements of the French troops.If no one knows us by now, sooner or later they will.At that time, there will either be war or peace.Don't think that I am afraid of war, but that I can defend myself.But war is not the only way.It's not worth the French fighting me for a colony in the Niger Rim.If they want to go east against my will, they will have to cross this desert sea.These deserts, only I can turn it into arable land.What good is it to them if they come to fight and risk defeat?If they agree to a deal, we can make peace, maybe even form an alliance. What a tone!The monster!He hardly doubted that the French Republic would enter into an alliance with him, the pimple-faced tyrant. Alliance with you?exclaimed the amazed Balsac, who said what we all meant. You think I'm unworthy?Gary.Kiriel blushed, maybe you want to run away from here?You don't know how powerful I am, he stood up and said in a dignified tone, you will know soon. He called an escort and took us away.We ascended a long staircase to a wide verandah, then stairs again, and at last came to the platform of a tower. Gary.Kiliel came too. The fellow's emotions were capricious, with no in-between: furious now, icy calm the next.At this moment, the fierce look just now has disappeared. You are now at an altitude of forty meters, he introduced like a docent at an exhibition, and the horizon is twenty-three kilometers away.You can see that the desert within your field of vision has been turned into fertile arable land.The empire I rule has an area of ​​3,000 square kilometers. This is my ten-year achievement. Gary.Kiriel paused for a moment, then went on proudly (and indeed with good reason): If someone tries to sneak into my rule area, or try to escape from here, I can immediately call the third-tier sentry in the desert Those oases and utility poles I saw were explained.Gary.Kiriel pointed out to us the glass lamppost built in the center of the platform, shaped like a lighthouse but much larger.He continued: Without my permission, no one can pass through the defense zone five kilometers away from Blackrant and about a kilometer wide.At night the area is brightly illuminated by powerful searchlights.This instrument, called a wide-angle lens, by means of some optical device, turned the circular defensive zone into a vertical plane, and any point of the plane was under the watchful eyes of the sentinel in the center of the device during the twenty-four hours of the day.Go in and see for yourself, and you will believe it. Our curiosity was suddenly heightened.By Gary.With Kyriel's permission, we entered through a glass door into the lamp post.At this moment, everything in the outside world changed immediately.No matter which direction you look in, what you see is an upright plane divided into countless squares by a black grid.The bottom edge of the plane is pitch black, but the top extends extraordinarily high.There are countless moving spots of various colors on it.Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the spots were trees, roads, cultivated land and people working in the fields. You see these two black men, Gary.Kiriel pointed to the two spots far apart and said, if they want to escape on a whim, you can see what happens to them.Don't wait long! He grabbed the phone receiver. On the one hundred and eleventh lap, on the one thousand five hundred and eighty-eightth grid, he gave the order.Then he picked up another telephone receiver, the fourteenth circle, the six thousand four hundred and second grid, and finally said to us, take a closer look. After a few minutes, suddenly a speck disappeared in a cloud of smoke.The cloud of smoke dissipated and the spots disappeared. Where did the man plowing the field go?The excited Miss Morna asked in a trembling voice. he died.Gary.Kiriel replied nonchalantly. died!We all cried out, you kill people for no reason? Don't get excited, it's a black man.Gary.Kiriel said coldly, cheap goods, as much as you want, as much as you can get.The Negro was killed by a barometric mortar shell, a special rocket with a range of twenty-five kilometers, the speed and accuracy of which you can judge for yourself! We listened angrily to his explanation, feeling nothing but hatred for this horrific act of cruelty.At this time, something suddenly appeared in the field of vision, and quickly rose on the vertical plane, and then the second spot also disappeared. What about this person?Miss Morena asked tremblingly, he died too? no garyKyriel replied that he is still alive and you will see him soon. He stepped out of the lamppost, and the sentinel chased us out, and we were back on the platform of the tower.We looked around and saw a craft of the kind that had brought us here from Kupo, coming at the speed of a meteor.There was something dangling from below it. This is the aircraft, Gary.Kiriel explained, in less than a minute, you will understand whether you can freely enter and exit here against my will. The aircraft quickly approached, and it became clearer and clearer.We trembled all over, and it turned out that the person shaking underneath was a black man, whose torso was clamped by a pair of huge iron clamps. The aircraft flew over the top of the tower.How miserable!The pincers opened, and the poor Negro fell at our feet. We all yelled angrily.Mademoiselle Morena was pale, her eyes were burning, and her lips were bloodless.She pushed away the panicked escort and rushed to Gary.Kyriel. Hateful executioner!She yelled at him.The slender hand grabbed the demon king's throat. Gary.Kiriel broke free easily, and the young girl was held back by two escorts.We're so worried about her fate, it's too bad!There was no way to help her, and we were also caught one by one. Fortunately, it seems that the demon king has no intention of doing anything to our brave female companion.The corners of his mouth were twisted ferociously, but his eyes gleamed with contentment. He was trying to trick our trembling young girl. Hey, hey!What a brave boy, he said quite gently.Then use your feet to move the broken body of the black man, all right!Don't get excited about these trivial things!My little boy! he went down.We were also taken back into the great house, which we called the Golden Throne.Gary.Kiriel sat on his throne, watching us.Rather, he was looking only at Miss Buxton, and his lustful gaze fell directly in her face. You all know how amazing I am.He has spoken at last, and I have proved to you that my advice cannot be ignored.One last reminder, some of you told me that you have MPs, doctors, journalists and two idlers among you. Are you referring to Poseidon?That's up to him too.But how unfair it was to include poor Sunberling! Councilor, can be used to make deals with the French if necessary; I'm going to build a hospital for doctors; journalists will go to work in our "Thunder of Blekrant"; two idlers will use it according to the situation, And this darling, I like her and I want to marry her. This sudden decision was a bolt from the blue for us! All this is impossible!You have made us witnesses to your hideous crimes, but you cannot shake us, Balsac declared firmly.We can tolerate any violence if necessary.But in any case, we can only be prisoners or die at best, as for Miss Morena Ha ha!It turns out that my fiancée's name is Morna!Gary.Kiriel cried out impatiently. My name is Morna or whatever! It's none of your business!Our female companion shouted angrily, please understand, I think you are a man-eating beast!It's an unworthy ugly thing!Your thought is to me a base and indecent insult, the most shameful, most Miss Jeanna couldn't go on, she burst into tears, but the devil laughed. all right!all right!He said, don't rush this matter, I will give you a month to think about it. However, the pointer of the barometer turned again, and the good weather was over.Gary.Kiriel stood up and shouted loudly: take them away! Balsac resisted the escort and asked Gary.Kiriel asked: What will you do to us in a month? The wind turned again.The demon king didn't want to entangle us any more, he lifted the wine glass to his lips with trembling hands. Didn't know he was answering Balsac's question.At this moment, there is no trace of anger, eyes looking at the ceiling, maybe, I give the order to hang you all