Outside Dar es Salaam Port, a Far Eastern vessel was entering the harbor. The people aboard all stopped to gaze curiously at Dar es Salaam city.
The houses stood in orderly rows, carriages and horses crisscrossed the streets, and the roads were smooth and broad. Ships large and small were moored in the harbor, while crowds flowed across the docks.
"Brother Shiyan! I feel the Imperial Court has been deceived! East Africa looks peaceful and prosperous, without the slightest sign of natural disasters or human calamities!" Ande, deputy envoy of the Far Eastern government's aid delegation to the Kingdom of East Africa, said furtively.
Li Ge also looked utterly stunned, but he said, "Brother Houdu, perhaps this is merely the place East Africa uses as its façade. We have yet to see the rest of East Africa, so we must not jump to conclusions. We can ask an East African interpreter later, and then we will know the answer."
The two of them thus found Aryan, an interpreter from the nearby East African Embassy. Li Ge said, "Mr. Aryan! I have a question to ask. Might you be able to answer it?"
To be honest, Li Ge did not think much of Aryan. Aryan did not look like a Westerner at all, but rather had the face of someone from the Central Plains. Even when he spoke Chinese, there was a Shandong flavor to it. From the way he spoke, he sounded like some bumpkin from a backwater corner of the world, yet he was, inexplicably, a bona fide citizen of the Kingdom of East Africa.
Was he not the very picture of a "traitor to his country"? In the eyes of Far Eastern officials, the Kingdom of East Africa was made up of Germanic barbarians. They acted with utter