Sunrise by the lake.

The fiery red sun rises from the direction of the rainforest, burning the colorful clouds in the sky, and gradually climbs into the sky.

Lorraine stepped on the smooth bluestone slab, and Henna, who was holding the golden veil, was waiting for Freemani, who was obviously dressed as a squire, and followed by Leif and Barto, who did not hide their fierceness.

A group of five people stood silently in front of the statue of the goddess of fertility in the church.

The goddess of fertility, Kerris, originally Demeter in Greek mythology and Fora in Norse mythology, was knocked down from the altar and denounced as a false god when the glory of God spread throughout Europe.

But she was the people's beautiful imagination of a good harvest and food and clothing, and after a while, she changed her appearance, added a pair of wings, and became a nameless angel under God's throne.

People do not call Crys, but worship the image of Cryth, and there is no shortage of such popular and noble people under the throne of the One God, such as Cupid who likes to be mischievous, and Chris in front of the church of San Carlos.

Naked Kerris stood quietly in the middle of the pool, looking up at the sky, holding a water bottle on his shoulder. Po Bo clear water flowed down from the slanted bottle mouth, and under the sunlight, a faint dazzling rainbow light was intercepted, like a ribbon she had woven for herself, wrapped around her waist, floating into the distance.

Lorraine doesn't really understand the meaning of a military city dedicated to Kerris, there is not even a piece of farmland here, and even if Keris is powerful, it should not be able to make the natural rainforest grow food.

But after thinking about it, he suddenly understood again.

San Carlos is the gold field of the Spaniards, six months to raise the field, six months to harvest, so dependent on the cultivation of the time, isn't it just right to worship Chris.

Thinking of this, Lorraine burst out laughing.

What a smart Spaniard......

"Laugh before the angel of abundance, sir, if you will share the joy of your heart with me?"

Lorraine was laughing when a clear voice suddenly came from behind her.

Following the sound, Lorraine saw a handsome young man with deep eye sockets and a short beard.

The young man rode on a white horse, dressed in a handsome bright blue navy uniform, and behind him stood a dozen musketeers, neatly lined up and well-trained.

Judging from the armband, his military rank should be Major, and the Navy Lieutenant who will appear in the West City at this time can only be the captain of the San Carlos, Francisco. Morality. Major Marat.

So easy to bite?

Lorraine felt strange in her heart, but her face was confused: "May I ask Mr. Officer?" ”

"As a fresh face of San Carlos, he should learn to introduce himself first."

"I'm sorry, but I love to travel, but I rarely introduce myself." Lorraine smiled without showing weakness, "Family and names only add meaning to the mouths of friends, if you are with strangers, a sir is actually enough." ”

"Prudent sir......" Major Marat muttered discontentedly, and jumped off his horse and strode closer.

He took off his gloves and handed them to his entourage, holding out his hand to Lorraine: "Francisco. Morality. Marat, Lieutenant Commander of the Grenada Garrison, Captain of the USS San Carlos. ”

Lorraine let go of Henna and shook hands tightly with Major Marat: "Ruhr. Morality. Sebilian, a native of Madrid. ”

"De. Sebilian? ”

"My father had some property in Texas, but I spent more of my time in New Orleans. You know, it's only by following our caravans that people like us can justifiably escape those nasty balls and parties. ”

It's all true.

New Orleans had a prodigal nobleman named Ruhr, whose father was a large plantation owner in Texas and a district councilor, Viscount Sebilian.

Lorraine would know him because the nobleman was madly obsessed with Carmen, and even blocked the jackdaw's water tank and proposed a duel to Lorraine.

The results are clear.

Witnessed by the three gentlemen in the dock area, Lorraine beat the noble son to the ground with five moves, kicking one foot to the ground, three kicks in the face, and the last foot stepped into the water, without even pulling out the knife.

This duel was a great blow to Mr. Ruhr, who had been told that he had followed his family's fleet to Asia, and that he should now be somewhere in the East Indies, or in heaven.

The Sebilians were Texas celebrities, and according to the social distancing in Spain, their fame should be able to reach Nicaragua, but they would not have crossed paths with the gentlemen of this generation, and they were the best counterfeiters in Lorraine.

And Sebilian is Castilian, and there is a strong Moorish blood in the family. Ruhl himself is black-haired, brown-eyed, curly-haired, and he has a dark-skinned cousin who is inseparable from him most of the time.

Reporting home, Lorraine stared at Major Marat's expression.

Doubtful, clear, surprised, kind......

Sure enough, he had heard of Sebilian, and the level of familiarity was exactly what Lorraine needed, higher than ignorance, lower than knowledge.

Major Marat's attitude suddenly became enthusiastic: "Mr. Sebilian, I didn't expect you to be the restless young master of the Sebilian family!" ”

"You've heard of me?" Lorraine rightly posed for doubt.

"Of course I did!" Major Marat laughed, "You are famous in aristocratic circles, talent, good looks, and that idle temperament, but the most famous is your duel in New Orleans. I heard that you took the initiative to provoke Edward, the tyrant of Louisiana, and he didn't kill you? ”

"This ...... Just a smuggler, how dare he? ”

"Yes!" Major Marat patted Lorraine on the shoulder, "My uncle and your father have known each other for a long time, they are old friends, and I have heard you several times since I was transferred to Grenada. ”

"It must have been God's arrangement that we could meet in San Carlos! Please come to my mansion for dinner tonight. When we have the chance, we will go to Grenada to meet my uncle together! ”

“…… It's better to be respectful, than to obey ......"

……

[The army of San Carlos is far beyond our ability, and there is no chance of victory in the strong attack]

[Our Opportunity is in Their Internal Struggle]

[The contradictions between the forces here are very sharp, more acute than I imagined]

[Today I went to the West Side with the idea of temptation, so that Leif and Barto can show the fierceness of the outlaws as much as possible]

[As a result, the fish quickly bite, and I didn't even wait for me to go to the lakeside pier]

[This shows that Francisco. Morality. Mara can't wait to give Antonio. Morality. Torresias is embarrassed, and he desperately needs a new face that he can use.]

[The reason, I guess it's that the rainy season is coming]

[Mara invited me to dinner tonight and talked about the season of San Carlos]

[Under normal circumstances, Nicaragua will enter the rainy season in late April and early May]

[The first month of rain is exceptionally heavy, and the water level of Lake Nicaragua will skyrocket, as will the water level of the San Juan River]

[At this stage, the river is turbulent and not suitable for boating. But after a month, as the rain subsides, the river will calm down.

[That was the beginning of the golden season in San Carlos]

[The Viceroyalty of Nicaragua, the Grenada Garrison Fleet, and the San Carlos Civilian Army all expect to take control of this golden field at this stage]

[Now is the period when the power struggle in San Carlos is the most intense and has no lower limits, and at the same time, it is also the period that is most beneficial to us]

[Marat must have wanted me to do something, though he didn't say anything now]

[But I will let him speak out, I will satisfy him, and do it better than he expected, with a greater impact, leaving San Carlos with a scar that will not heal]

[For now, I think the capture of the San Carlos is a viable option and should be prepared in advance.] But I only brought enough people to drive the ship, and if I want to build up combat power, I need at least 50 people to support me.]

[Reinforcements can pass through the forest and reach the lakeside from the north of the fortress.] It is facing the northern city wall, which is the weak link of the defense of San Caroline, but it is not possible to enter the city, and the reinforcements are bound to take a long and unnecessary risk, whether it is carried out or not, it is up to you to judge]

[There is one more question.] Judging by Marat's rhetoric, the avatar I chose seems to know the Admiral of the Grenada garrison. Although it is unlikely that they will meet, the risk of exposure must be estimated.

[This means that the control of the action is not entirely in my hands.] Most likely, move early or evacuate, depending on your choice]

[Looking forward to your reply, Lorraine. Arnason. Drake】

Sealing the letter and stamping it, Lorraine leaned back in her chair.

Henna habitually clubbed in the shadows as usual, her presence obscured by a special breathing technique, and even Lorraine would have ignored her presence from time to time if not in the eyes.

But more often than not, Lorraine could still feel her.

"Henna." He shouted.

"What's wrong?"

"At dinner to-day, Major Marat and I introduced our taciturn cousin. He invited us tomorrow to take a tour of the lake on the San Carlos, and liturgically speaking, you are no longer fit to be absent like today. ”

Henna wrinkled her nose cutely, and said dissatisfiedly, "But my Spanish is very rusty, most of it is taught by Carmen, and it is not taught very well. ”

"You can not speak, Marat will not pursue you anyway." Lorraine smiled, "Although he was fascinated by your beauty, I told him that you were my fiancée. Considering that pursuing you might lose my friendship, he wouldn't be so unwise. ”

"Me? Fiancee? Henna's face was suddenly red to the base of her neck, and the pale brown color turned into a strong cocoa color, revealing a fragrant and strong sweetness.

Lorraine took a deep sip of the wafting sweet air, and said, "Henna, I suddenly want to drink hot cocoa." ”

"I'll call someone to soak it!" Henna Fei also seemed to escape from the house, and closed the door with a bang, "No! I'm going to soak it myself! ”