Different things were entirely translated on the scroll, and the king's eyes devoured each line on both scrolls, aiming to sight any similar sentences, but still, his eyes didn't catch a related word. The documents were different from one another.
Malik clenched his fist in and out in anger, his eyes darkened, not knowing the correct one among the two, “Who fool me among the two?” He thought. Detecting the right one was his priority, he wanted to start trading with the French, and he needed to know the rules, the risk, and the profits involved with them. The French had sent the proposal to him a long time ago, but he refused to acknowledge it, his minister tried to persuade him to do business with them, but he rejected it, but after his conversation with the masked girl, he became restles
