"This is East Africa. It looks quite prosperous, much like Jiaozhou."
"Clearly, some of Jiaozhou's buildings were constructed by Germans, so Jiaozhou should resemble Germany instead."
"East Africa defeated Portugal, so it counts as one of the strong powers. From now on, all of you be careful and do not stir up trouble for no reason."
"Yes, my lord."
Clearly, this was a group of Far Easterners disembarking at Dar es Salaam. The queues hanging behind their heads were extraordinarily recognizable, and with those official robes, it would have been difficult not to identify them.
Some among the Far Eastern commonfolk were all too familiar with those clothes. Some even seemed to have recalled the past, their hearts filled with a jumble of flavors.
"What are these dog-like, human-looking things doing in our great East Africa?"
A white immigrant asked curiously, "Glaide, this looks like the image of Far Easterners I used to see in European newspapers. Were you like this before too?"
Glaide hurriedly shook his head in denial. "I was nothing like them before. Look at their clothes—though strange, they are also brightly colored. Ordinary people clearly could not afford such clothes, and only officials could wear them. Mere commoners like us would never have dared overstep our bounds."
"In that respect, everyone is more or less the same. I heard that Eastern nobles could rise through examinations. Isn't that quite good?"
"Couldn't Germans change their fate by joining the army? And in my view, joining the army had a far lower threshold than taking examinations. I could not even read a single word back then, while you received an education."
East African citizens had already grown accustomed to speaking German, so the Far Eastern officials could not understand what they were saying. Of course, the interpreter could