Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 31 Going Home
Lu Lin quickly finished reading the original owner's poetry collection, which was actually the original owner's diary written through poetry.

Aside from its romanticized style, the rest of the content was indeed very beneficial to him.

What interested him most was the duel where his fiancée was staked, which completely changed the original owner's fate.

"In Islam, although most of women's freedoms and rights are restricted, women's right to choose their own marriage partners is still preserved. Pawning one's wife or fiancée is a serious religious sin and will be punished by stoning."

The moment the original owner decided to initiate the duel, regardless of whether he ultimately won, he would face religious judgment.

Therefore, the original owner's father, Prince Muhammad, was willing to damage his son's reputation in order to end the duel.

However, the woman considered this behavior an insult, so the marriage agreement between the two families was called off, and Amir's reputation was ruined overnight, making him a laughing stock in aristocratic circles.

The original owner was thus "exiled" to the Nukoshir outpost, with the plan to quietly return home after the turmoil subsided.

"This has been set up," Lu Lin thought to himself.

Lu Lin embarked on his return journey, and the group traveled back to the capital Riyadh in military vehicles. In the last few kilometers, the royal envoys insisted that Lu Lin change into camels.

Looking at the lavishly dressed animal that was several heads taller than him just by standing, Lu Lin fell into deep thought.

"How do you ride this thing?" he asked the messenger in a low voice.

“Your Highness only needs to pull the reins,” the messenger replied respectfully.

He reached out and pulled on the camel's muzzle rope, but it wouldn't budge.

The camel snorted and remained unmoved.

Lu Lin then tried to force his way onto the saddle, but the camel wouldn't budge. Because he wasn't tall enough, he ended up hanging on the side of the camel.

Major Bandar was enraged at the sight and prepared to draw his gun and teach the beast a lesson.

Yehena, who was in the propaganda team, smiled slightly with narrowed eyes upon seeing this.

The group was stuck there awkwardly when Fahd took a leftover oat cake from breakfast and quietly placed it under the camel's nose and mouth so it could smell it. Then he slowly put it on the ground.

The camel slowly knelt down when it saw food.

“Now, Lieutenant Colonel!” Fahad whispered.

It's worth mentioning that most of the camels in Shuangzhi are single-humped, and the one Lu Lin is riding is particularly majestic, probably over three meters tall.

"Slow down!" Major Bandar yelled, "Are you trying to kill the lieutenant colonel, you idiot?!"

Lu Lin was extremely embarrassed and quickly scrambled up. As the camel stood up, their field of vision continued to rise.

The messenger now knew the prince's skill in riding a camel, and held the reins tightly, not daring to let go.

If the prince were to break it, that would be quite a mess.

At this moment, Enqi, who had been sleeping in the car, also came over, circled in the air a few times, and finally landed on Lu Lin's shoulder.

Then it pressed its head against Lu Lin's face and made a strange, unintelligible cry from its beak.

"what happened?"

Lu Lin turned his head away and looked at the beautiful falcon, noticing that its tail feathers seemed to have gone bald.

Is it my own illusion?
He didn't think much of it, because he could already hear the sound of an oboe and a hand drum playing in the distance, and the royal guard of honor, carrying gilded ceremonial rifles, was waiting for them not far away.

More than twenty musicians dressed in traditional white robes lined up on both sides, with members of the royal family in front and women in black robes behind, and maids carrying flower baskets filled with rose petals.

Thanks to the male lead's previous "notorious" reputation, almost none of his friends came to greet him, which made Lu Lin quite happy, since it saved him the trouble of asking "Who the hell are you guys?"

Immediately afterward, a man wearing a pure white headscarf and a traditional linen robe ran towards him with a joyful expression, opening his arms wide: "Little Amir! My brother!"

The other person looked about 70% like me, but was thinner, had darker skin, and a melancholy look between their brows.

According to the diary, Lu Lin quickly identified himself as his older brother, Sultan bin Mohammed bin Abdulaziz Al Saud.

Prince Muhammad married six wives and fathered twenty-four princes and princesses.

According to the diary, besides this older brother, he also had a younger sister named "Hila." Lu Lin then jumped off the camel's back, his face filled with emotion, and exclaimed, "Oh, my dear brother!"

The two brothers embraced tightly, and the heartwarming scene of their family reunion brought tears to many eyes.

“Look at you, you look seven or eight years older, you look just like me.” Prince Sultan looked at his younger brother’s face with heartache: “You must have suffered a lot on this trip, right?”

"It's alright, it's just that the desert winds and sandstorms are quite strong."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Prince Sultan began to complain about trivial matters, completely ignoring the situation at the front lines.

This made Lu Lin sweat a little. At least we could talk about topics that I could relate to!
"You know, you really scared your mother this time. Sheila may be a bit stubborn, you know, that's just her personality, but she was very worried about you." Prince Sultan patted his shoulder. "After you come back this time, she absolutely forbids you from going to the front lines again!"

A royal envoy standing nearby whispered, "Your Highness, please don't forget His Majesty's decree."

“What do you know! I’ve attended all of my brother’s parent-teacher conferences since he was a child. Do you think I don’t know if he can fight or not?” Sultan seemed to remember something, his brows furrowed, his expression shifting several times before finally gritting his teeth and saying:

"If all else fails, I'll ask Father to speak to His Majesty and ask him to change his mind. You just need to stay home obediently; we can't let you take any more risks."

It seems that his older brother is a little afraid of their father.

However, he seemed to care about him quite a bit, and Lu Lin's heart softened a little.

“Your Highness Prince Sultan, you wouldn’t underestimate the Lieutenant Colonel so much if you saw your brother’s heroic figure on the battlefield with your own eyes,” Major Bandar interjected from the side.

"Huh?" Sultan stared blankly at the burly man in front of him, whose forearm was almost as thick as his thigh. "I remember you're Uncle Faisal's son."

“Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I am indeed from the Faisal family.” Major Bandar was indeed of noble birth, and from a branch of the royal family. He continued, “However, you are wrong about one thing. The lieutenant colonel’s outstanding command ability has won the hearts and minds of all the soldiers. It is because of his leadership that we have been able to hold the Nukoshir outpost.”

All the soldiers who had come with them puffed out their chests and raised their chins.

Reconnaissance platoon leader Tamim signaled to his soldiers with his eyes, "Pay attention! Don't embarrass the lieutenant colonel!"

Even though Prince Sultan knew nothing about leading troops, he could sense that the army before him was radiating the same aura.

When Lu Lin turned around to look at them, that feeling became even more pronounced.

It was as if this team had been infused with a soul.

“Alright, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that the rumor I’ve heard—no, the news—is that my brother personally cut down eighty tanks with a scimitar,” Prince Sultan said.

Lu Lin's eyes widened. Eighty vehicles?!
Am I some kind of Astartes?

"The reports of victory are always a bit off. I did personally command tanks to destroy some Zion armored units, but it wasn't that exaggerated." Lu Lin coughed and glanced back at his troops. It must be these guys spreading rumors.

To his surprise, he discovered that half of the people were staring at him with silly grins.

He immediately realized where the problem lay.

Lu Lin immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, what about Mother and Sheila?"

He asked Sultan to help identify the people so that he could match the names with the real ones.

"Mother is preparing dinner at home, saying that our family should have a good get-together today. Sheila is here, though; she was just here a moment ago." Sultan looked around but couldn't find his sister, assuming she'd been cooped up at home for too long and had probably gone off somewhere to play. He then revealed some information to Lu Lin: "Mother didn't come to pick you up because Father said he'd be coming over tonight..."

At this moment, the military music started again, but this time it was a somewhat mournful melody.

Everyone quickly made way, the joyful atmosphere dissipated, and replaced by a faint sadness.

“It’s His Highness Prince Ahmed. You two are actually on the same side. News came this morning that he committed suicide in a prisoner-of-war camp in Zion,” Prince Sultan said.

This Ahmed is the eldest son of Prince Talal and the one stationed at the Khalisky base. Lu Lin had previously heard that he had surrendered and been captured.

"Make way."

Although Lu Lin didn't have a good impression of this "brother" named Ahmed, and even thought he was a terrible teammate, the other party had after all died for his country.

The Seres people value martyrdom highly, so he was willing to show some respect to the person who died for their country.

(End of this chapter)