Mehmed Bir Cihan Fatihi With Urdu Subtitles by Makkitvs, I’ll conquer the far-flung kingdoms and turn them over to Kayi. It’s obvious what I require for this and what my rating is. Thank you very much, Osman Bey. Dündar Bey has three votes informally. Three votes go to Osman Bey. Mr. Sevindik, what do you have an opinion? Mr. Dundar receives my vote as well. Thanks. Thanks. Mr. Davut, I’d want to express my heartfelt gratitude. You have the right to talk, so you should say it. Mehmed Bir Cihan Fatihi My viewpoint, like Osman Bey’s, is self-evident with Urdu Subtitles. My name is Osman Bey, and it belongs to Osman Bey.
So that he may complete the work that he mentioned, it is self-evident that I will. Mr.
David, thank you very much. Thanks. It is now your moment to talk, Mr. Dris; what is your opinion? Mr. Dundar has my trust because of his experience and intellect. I’d like for him to be Kayi Bey. Thanks. Mr. Idris, Idris, Idris, Idris, Idr It is not possible to prosecute Mr. Prosecutor. Osman Bey is, without a doubt, my favorite.
The informal ratings are balanced. You have the final say, Prosecutor.
Kay Obasi’s brain will be determined by what you say. Could you take a look at this, my sibling? My brother was unconcerned with my position. Take a look at my brother, who snatched my collar and shook me. The one who smacked me yelled at me and told me to get out of my brother’s way. With Urdu Subtitles, Mehmed Bir Cihan Fatihi Now, I will give him a rating and choose him? He claimed he was behind me and thought me worthy of the principality.
Can I select someone else now that I’m looking into her eyes?
Is it okay if someone else takes on the role of Kayi Bey? I can’t cheat when I stare into anyone’s eyes. My mother, on the other hand, is a cheater. Now consider my suck, who lied to me, looked me in the eyes, cheated on me, then shot me in the back. Don’t be a misunderstanding, nephew. Of course, I am one of them. You want to be the gentleman. So, Emmi, you want to be a gentleman? So you had a conversation with someone who had discreetly enticed you to your side. You have the Prosecutor’s word. Mr. Dundar, thank you for your time. Know what you’re saying. Mr. Dundar, please accept my heartfelt greetings. This is the gentleman’s wedding, Mr. Prosecutor. You keep your dignity intact.
Please, Prosecutor, take your seat. Just say your word, Mr. Prosecutor.
What is Reyn’s name? Your word will select the Kayi tribe’s chief. Then…everyone pays close attention to what I’m saying. In my opinion, Kay’s money would be better destroyed by a dreamer’s dreams than denied by an ambitious person’s lies. I’ll cast my ballot for my brother Osman, Prosecutor.
Whether we fight with the Mongolian or the Greek, or both, it’s his business.
Let’s die individually, but not together. Kay Beys’ opinion was sought out informally. Mehmed Bir Cihan Fatihi is the son of Süleyman Shah Osman Bey. With Urdu Subtitles, Erturul Gazi’s son is the next Kay clan chief. May Allah continue to bless him. Amine. Emmi, please hold on. Such a vested principality would never be acceptable to me. Someone’s assent was purchased for a hefty sum of money. It was promised that someone would be a gentleman. But he had been duped. We have a Kay Bey here, gentlemen. A Kay Bey is the personification of the people’s will and permission.
Place your hand on your conscience at this point. Is there such a thing as a choice?
Because someone was unhappy with him, he cheated on someone and gave his vote to someone else. Kaylar cannot be handled by someone who agrees to be chosen in this manner. That shouldn’t be the case. With Urdu Subtitles, Mehmed Bir Cihan Fatihi I, Erturul Gazi Osman Bey, ask you to choose me because I am worthy of the state I will construct and the towns I will conquer that I have been waiting for since daybreak for the magnificent civilization. Mr. Bamsi allowed the votes to be counted once again. Thank you very much, sweetie. You’re welcome, gentlemen. Raise your hand if you want them to use Osman Bey’s favor while the situation is like this. It’s finished now. God bless you. What are your plans, em? What’s the rush?