The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun and the others dressed up as prisoners again, while the remaining guards scattered and hid in all directions.

Babia led the team and escorted everyone to the meeting point.

Because Babia was under guard when entering the city, the news of the capture was not reported until Qin Yun and others were ready, and then it was reported to Lord Kasim.

The architectural style of the Ptolemaic Dynasty was largely influenced by Western countries. Most of them were bungalows or had pointed roofs, quite similar to the style of Europe and the United States in the past, but they were much simpler.

Although Babia is from the British Empire, he did not feel the slightest bit of strangeness when walking among them. There were many people from other countries around him, and even oriental faces could be seen.

The Ptolemaic Dynasty has been sandwiched between various countries over the years and has developed into a country with a diverse mixture of races. It is not uncommon to see people of all races here.

Qin Yun lowered his head slightly and followed behind Babia, looking around and estimating the situation of the Ptolemaic Dynasty.

Often, the prosperity of a dynasty can be determined from the lives of ordinary people.

"Ptolemy IV's rule seems to be pretty good..."

Qin Yun looked around and found that there were hardly any beggars. Most people had decent jobs, which did not seem like a country in decline.

"Do you think that Ptolemy is still prosperous now?" Isabella came over.

"Isn't it?" Qin Yun asked puzzledly.

Isabella shook her head and looked to the other side. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the city and landed somewhere. "This is the most prosperous area of ​​the capital. It is an area that poor people are forbidden to enter. The real lower class people all live on the other side of the capital."

"There, being able to have a full meal every day is their biggest wish."

"None of this should have happened, but since my father fell ill, the population of the slums has skyrocketed in just a few years. Today's Ptolemy Dynasty is no longer the country that advocated freedom and common prosperity."

Qin Yun shrugged. What Isabella described was actually normal.

According to the current social development situation, class differentiation is an inevitable result.

It is almost a universal situation that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

The world's peace and harmony is a luxury even in Daxia.

"My dream is to change the current situation of the Ptolemaic Dynasty and rebuild it into a country where everyone has enough food to eat, or at least no one will die of hunger and cold." Isabella's voice was a little low, as if even she herself did not dare to believe what she said.

Hearing this, Qin Yun pondered for a moment, patted her shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, there will be such a day."

Isabella shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Your Excellency, there is no need to comfort me. Even that great Xia Zi couldn't do this, so how could I do it?"

"Ahem...well, maybe it's just the summer weather. We haven't had time to put this matter on the agenda yet." Qin Yun coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed.

In fact, according to his plan, it was only a matter of time before he completed this step.

After all, as an emperor, if he only wanted to satisfy his personal desires, then he had already reached the pinnacle.

Sweep away all sides, unify the world, and bring peace and prosperity to the country and the people.

Qin Yun once didn't understand why the ancient emperors had such a wish. Couldn't they just enjoy themselves be enough?

But after he truly became the emperor, he realized that being able to sit in this position depends not only on personal efforts, but also on the support of the people of the world.

To take a step back, after satisfying one's material needs, one must more or less pursue some spiritual pursuits.

What could be more psychologically satisfying than peace in the world?

Soon, everyone arrived in front of a luxurious mansion.

"This is the residence of Lord Kasim." Isabella whispered, "Lord Kasim has many masters in his house, all of whom are martial arts masters. We must act according to the plan and be careful!"

"Don't worry, don't worry about this problem." Qin Yun said in a deep voice.

He was accompanied by Liu Wanshi, Mu Le and Zhu Rong, with Old Feng guarding him secretly. Unless a peerless martial arts genius suddenly appeared in the Prince Kasim's mansion, no one could deal with them.

Seeing Qin Yun so confident, even though Isabella was worried, she was now in a difficult situation and it was difficult for her to leave.

Looking back at the entire plan, it can be described as simple and crude.

He first used the most direct method to take down Lord Cassin, and then, in the name of Isabella and with the support of his ministers, he ascended the throne again, used the general trend to eliminate dissidents with thundering means, and regained power.

This plan is very consistent with Qin Yun's personality.

Especially now that I have the upper hand, there is no point in engaging in any scheming or calculations. Using force to defeat cleverness is the ultimate in cleverness.

If Qin Yun had not been worried about being discovered by the surrounding Western troops, he would have led his army directly to the border and forced Ptolemy IV to open the city gates and surrender.

Of course, this plan was only thought through once in Qin Yun's mind before being ruled out.

It was a dynasty after all, and a forceful attack would take time, which did not fit his purpose of a blitzkrieg.

Babia did not enter through the main gate, but led everyone around to the other side of the mansion and quietly entered through the side door.

Entering the mansion, what greets you is the extremely luxurious decoration.

The ground is paved with bluestone, the garden is full of flowers and plants, and the walls of the buildings are covered with gold foil, making it look magnificent and dazzling.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you, Lord Kasim, really know how to enjoy yourself."

Qin Yun looked at the scenery around him and marveled at it.

Apart from anything else, just from the decoration style, you can tell that Prince Kali really knows how to enjoy life.

Babia was walking in the front. When he heard Qin Yun's words, he was so shocked that he broke out in cold sweat.

My god, you are a prisoner now!

Where can you find a prisoner looking so relaxed?

But he didn't dare to say anything more, after all, his life was in other people's hands.

Led by Babia, they soon arrived at the back half of the mansion. The surroundings were extremely quiet and seldom visited.

After passing through the path in the courtyard, a small bungalow appeared in front of us.

Babia strode to the bungalow, raised his hand and knocked on the door twice, then three times.

Click!

The door opened, and what came into view was not the normal room furnishings, but a dark hole in the ground.

"Babiya, your Lord Kasim is meeting you here?"

Qin Yun looked at the dark cave entrance, squinted his eyes and said suspiciously.

Babia wiped his sweat and said with a wry smile, "Your Excellency, we are people who cannot be seen in public after all, so naturally we cannot meet the prince in public."