"So what are you doing here?

"Of course not," Alonso said with a sly smile, cutting a piece of roast lamb into his mouth, "I heard that you went to that little hotel at night and met my daughter?"

Zheng Fei smiled, sat down and said, "She is very beautiful, which makes me very tempted." ”

"So you're going to give me the knife tomorrow as promised, right?"

"Maybe~"

There was a brief silence as the two shook their glasses, thoughtful, and after about two minutes, Alonso broke the silence.

"Oh yes, you've just bought two of the largest cargo ships in the Barcelona shipyard, and you're going to the ocean, right?"

"Otherwise?"

"Heh, I'll tell you a story. A few years ago I led a fleet on a trade trip home from Denmark, carrying a half-cabin of precious fox skins, and after crossing the Strait of Gibraltar I ordered the fleet to recourse away from the coastline in order to avoid the possibility of pirates, and then you can guess what happened?"

Zheng Fei didn't want to talk about my, so he shook his head.

Alonso didn't care, took a puff of cigarette and continued: "Half a month later, the fleet arrived on land, I thought it was somewhere in Algeria, but after a week of exploration, I found out that it was a huge island, on the west side of the port of Palma, and no one had ever found it. ”

Zheng Fei's eyebrows raised slightly, on the west side of Palma, Ibiza, where he had eaten seafood dishes with a unique flavor.

"And then?" he asked, taking a little interest in the story told by this pesky man.

"It was an uninhabited island, all the resources were waiting to be developed, after returning to Barcelona, I took out more than half of my savings to buy all kinds of necessities, and took hundreds of people to the island to build, it took a full year of hard work, small towns, farms, lumber yards, mining fields, etc., etc., and finally all the things were built, and the island became a small country, which belongs to my country. As he spoke, Alonso raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly.

"Are you trying to show off something when you're telling me this?" Zheng Fei felt ridiculous.

"I'm not done with my story. Alonso's smile was even more weird, he glanced at him, and said: "There are a lot of sulfur saltpeter on the island, so I built my own military factory there, and built several small fleets, you know, those sailors are all young men, and they must not be idle on the island all year round, so they often go to the nearby waters to hang out, and when they are in a good mood, they rob the passing caravans."

Zheng Fei bit his lip and said, "You even dare to sue me for this, aren't you worried about me reporting it?"

"Oh no, I'm worried now about what bad things will happen if your fleet encounters them?" Alonso's tone had a strong smell of gunpowder, and the next sentence allowed Zheng Fei to confirm his suspicions.

"So it's best to say hello to me before you go, so I can inform them not to embarrass you, everyone is a friend~"

Intimidate.

Zheng Fei nodded with a very bad face, looking at the treacherous smile in the old fox's eyes, the feeling of beating him became stronger and stronger.

After giving the intimidation, Alonso got up and paced the deck, always with a disgusting smile on his face, unable to understand what he was selling.

Zheng Fei didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he let him spin around, picked up his wine glass and stood on the side of the boat, staring at the gray sky, thinking about what he had just said.

To enter the Atlantic, you must first reach the Strait of Gibraltar, the "pass" between the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean, and if you want to reach the Strait of Gibraltar, you will inevitably pass through the waters near Ibiza and run into Alonso's private fleet.

No matter how sophisticated the guns on the New World are, in the final analysis, it is only a cargo ship, and its combat effectiveness is naturally far inferior to that of a warship, not to mention that the opponent is not just a battleship, but one or even several fleets! If there is really a head-on conflict, he and his loyal sailors will definitely die in the ocean.

So, how can the crisis be resolved? There are two options.

The first is to obediently hand over the Eternal Knife to Alonso in exchange for Lina, but with Alonso's ruthless style, he will definitely not admit it after getting something, and use all kinds of excuses not to hand it over.

That's not the point, the point is that even if the knife is handed over, Alonso probably won't let his fleet get into the Atlantic safely. Why? Because that's the Eternal Knife, England's Secret Treasure! Alonso won't keep anyone who might leak it!

With this in mind, the only way to do this is to reroute around Ibiza.

With years of accumulated nautical knowledge, Zheng Fei remembers every named place on the world map, from the port of Barcelona to the east there is a Cosi Eagle Island, after which the south sails will arrive at the port of Cagliari, and then south is Tunis in North Africa, only need to follow the coastline of North Africa all the way to the west, less than half a month to Gibraltar.

With this in mind, he went back to the cabin and spent twenty minutes perfecting the chart, then poured half a glass of Lafite, and went to the deck to savor it.

Annoy, Alonso hasn't left yet!

For Zheng Fei, the boat is home, and his home is still occupied by a disgusting person so late, and this person is still pacing and smoking, not to mention how unhappy he is.

So he cleared his throat and said loudly, "It's late, Mr. Alonso, why don't you go home with your six beautiful wives?"

After being ordered to be evicted, Alonso smiled disapprovingly, knocked his pipe on the side of the ship, and said, "Who told you that I have six wives?"

"Heh, who in the whole of Barcelona doesn't know?"

"No, no, no, only people who have been out of here for more than half a year and haven't come back will say that I have six wives because my second wife died of illness half a year ago. ”

As he spoke, Alonso's pupils revealed a chilling aura.

Zheng Fei raised his hand to cover his forehead, and peeked through his fingers at the top of the mainmast, where Grant was hidden, wrapped in a huge white sail.

After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth to make up some explanation, but Alonso preempted him.

"How did you get in touch with the guy who left Barcelona for half a year, and where is he now?"

"Well, that's right, Mr. Alonso, this afternoon I met in the street a merchant who had just returned from West Asia, and he sued me. ”

"Oh, merchant~" Alonso smiled, seemingly inadvertently pulled out the short-barreled musket at his waist, raised his eyes to look at the dim night sky, and muttered: "Sue me, where is Grant?"

[This chapter is written very slowly.,It's to look at the world map and check the information.,From more than eight o'clock to now.,It's too late to write another chapter for the rest of the time.,Today I can only change it.]