Before long, a Black warrior in flamboyant attire arrived at the scene. Compared to the surrounding indigenous people dressed in simple cloth and the modestly clothed East African soldiers, it was clear that this Black warrior held a significant position in the Yake Kingdom.
"I am a guard of His Majesty, Mwesili. His Majesty has agreed to meet you; please follow me." The Black warrior said.
"Please." Becker courteously made a hand gesture in response.
The Black court guard from the Yake Kingdom led Becker and the others in the direction of the Yake Kingdom's capital.
After walking for an unknown duration, they saw a city, surrounded by slums of various sizes, with a magnificent palace towering in the middle.
The city environment was naturally appalling, with East Africans covering their noses and mouths as they traversed the muddy road mixed with unknown liquids.
