Meanwhile, on the other side,
there's a group of people from Ailand, clothed in long robes and turbans standing in front of the light screen door.
However, they seem to have known about the existence of this light screen long ago and didn't pay too much attention to it; instead, their eyes were on the figure enveloped at the center of the crowd.
It was an old man in a wheelchair.
The wrinkles on his face were all intertwined; it's as if time had left its mark on him.
The row of jewels adorning the brim of his hat and the pendants, and rings on his neck and fingers had been immersed in the river of history for a long time and still shone brightly.
Apparently...
this withered-looking body was nearing the limit of human lifespan. Yet these pieces of jewelry were a long way from losing their luster.
"Your noble highness, Farouk, please give us your guidance,"