Ares's resolute eyes suddenly saw something different, he moved his fingers a few times in surprise, and asked confirmatively, "What did you say?"

"The Eternal Knife. Zheng Fei repeated word by word, his eyes always staring at his dark blue pupils as he spoke.

Ares closed his eyes, raised his head in a gesture of reverence, clutched the medal on his chest, and murmured, "Holy, Arthur." ”

Then he recited something that resembled a scripture that he did not understand, and opened his eyes.

"Do you really have the Eternal Blade?" he asked.

"It's like a fake. Zheng Fei smiled and said, "Can you help me now?"

"Following King Arthur and following the Eternal Knife is the mission of every descendant of the Knights of the Round Table, and must be obeyed unconditionally. ”

In the Middle Ages, faith was powerful beyond imagination.

"But," Ares added, "you'll have to let us see the Eternal Knife first." ”

"See you here tomorrow night. ”

"See you or leave, thank you again for your hospitality today, I have to go home, goodbye!"

With that, Ares pointed to his heart, turned through the noisy crowd, and left, an action that meant trust.

After a short stay in the tavern, Zheng Fei also went out and went back to the hotel to rest.

After only three or four hours of rest, it was dawn, and the clock of six o'clock woke him from his sleep, and the rising morning sun cast a glow on the sheets.

Pulling open the old curtains, I saw a beautiful girl in a floral dress lying on the windowsill looking at the scenery, with her arms lying on the windowsill, lazy and cute.

When the girl saw him, she smiled brightly, and she waved in response.

The streets gradually became more and more crowded, and the vendors who sold breakfast shouted and waited anxiously for customers.

"Is there milk?" Zheng Fei shouted.

"No, sir, would you like to try my best carrot soup?"

"Okay, two more grilled cod. ”

At some point, Zheng Fei was happy to eat these cheap foods, eating too many Western-style meals, and he occasionally went to the street to pick up a skewer.

After breakfast, the girl opposite was still standing at the window, looking at him affectionately, with a flush on her pretty face.

He had almost forgotten that his face now resembled David Beckham.

Dressed and dressed, he took a dozen gold coins and headed for the port, ready to meet Santiago and the Eternal Knife.

Wanted notices were plastered all over the streets, and the soldiers who searched for them carried short sticks in their hands, vigilantly scanning everyone who passed by, even the women.

When Zheng Fei saw his wanted notice, a burst of anger suddenly rose in his heart, because, I don't know which damn artist painted him so ugly!

It's true, I don't care about things at all, and a good Asian Yan King is painted as a red thunder

After pouting his displeasure, he raised his foot and was about to leave, when he was stopped by the soldiers.

"Hey, you, turn around!"

He turned and looked at the arrogant soldiers, there were four of them.

At a distance of five meters, it would take at least ten seconds to bring them down, and there were quite a few soldiers on the corner, and if they wanted to escape, they had to climb over the roof.

He planned to do just that.

However, the soldier's attitude suddenly became much more respectful, looked him from head to toe, nodded and said, "It's okay." ”

A gorgeous outfit is better than a pass.

"Are you really alright?" he smiled maliciously.

"Hmm"

"Find a carriage to take me to the port. "He doesn't want to be called all the way to be stopped and checked, annoying.

The soldier was stunned, wondering, "Isn't this good?"

"What's your name, whose subordinates?"

"I'm going to look for the carriage"

The soldier obediently slipped away and returned with a wagon equipped by the army to personally escort him.

Not far away, there were a few officers who were smoking against the wall, and they didn't come up to ask more questions when they saw this scene, and the children of the nobles ordered the soldiers to do things, which was a common thing in Lisbon.

Port, arrival.

The laborers had just started their busy day, moving slowly, and they didn't seem to have recovered from their fatigue.

The white of the fish belly in the east has been replaced by a crimson morning glow, revealing a spectacular view that is rare in the day.

Zheng Fei jumped out of the carriage and climbed up to a cargo box pile to look, the comfortable sea breeze blowing on his face, there was an indescribable comfort.

On the shore, white sails lined up, deep along the coastline, many ant-like laborers, listlessly loading and unloading goods back and forth, trying to be lazy, but the whip of the overseer was too poisonous.

There are more than a dozen empty ships moored in the dock, among which there are ten medium-sized frigates, those are the ships bought by Grant, temporarily parked here, the berthing list is in Zheng Fei's arms, you only need to hand over the list to the boss to pick up the ship, in case any customer loses the list, he can only be considered unlucky, and no compensation will be given.

Isn't it very dark? It's so dark, don't stop here if you have the ability, because there is only one dock in Lisbon, and the boss has the capital to set up all kinds of overlord clauses.

At this time, the boss sat under the parasol with Erlang's legs crossed, a pipe in his mouth, a glass of good wine between his fingertips, and a satisfied glance at his real estate.

Zheng Fei took out the berthing list and walked away.

"Boss, I'll pick up the boat. He shouted as he walked.

The boss turned his head and smiled, which remained on his face for only half a second, before being replaced by respect, and quickly put down his pipe and wine glass, and stood up.

Zheng Fei just wanted to express surprise at his behavior, but found that he was not looking at himself, but behind him.

"Jay, shouldn't you be staying at the winery at this time?" a voice came from behind him that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Zheng Fei looked back and saw that it was old Santos.

When old Santos saw Zheng Fei's face, he raised his head in surprise and sighed.

This outfit was specially made for his eldest son, Jay, to be worn when meeting members of the English royal family.

At this moment, the chubby dockyard owner came running over and sneered at Santos, "Lord Duke, why are you free?" ”

"The king ordered me to keep a tight guard of the harbor, and to carefully check each ship before it departed, so as to prevent the fugitives from slipping away by sea. After answering, Santos reacted and frowned: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

Then, he smiled at Zheng Fei and said, "I don't know which country Your Excellency is a guest of honor in Lisbon. ”

"From Tripoli. ”

"Wow, I heard it's the largest port in the world, are you here to do business?"

Zheng Fei was about to say something, but was preempted by the talkative dock owner.

"He's the Duke who came to buy a boat, and he was just about to pick up the boat, no, the dozen or so boats parked in the dockyard are all his. ”

Hearing this, Santos's eyes became cold.

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