Horatio. Nelson, the name rings in Lorraine's memory.

He was Odillan's nephew, and Odilan admired him for his vision and abilities.

He was the imaginary enemy of Lorraine's mentor, Sir Leighton, and the best student representative of the Maritime School Experience School in thirty years.

This involves a dispute over the teaching route within the school.

The experiential school believes that excellent officers can only be cultivated from the battlefield, and that every naval cadet should join the fleet in the year of admission, and use the cruel survival of the fittest to select the elite, and that the systematic teaching of the academy can only train seafarers, which is useless in the army.

The academics abhorred this argument of self-denial, and were ashamed of the experientialists.

Lorraine was considered a treasure by Lord Leighton, and one of the most common curses he heard when he was at the Naval Academy was, "Your opponent is that damn Horatio. Nelson", which shows the guilt of the academics towards Nelson.

Moreover, if Lorraine's memory of the previous life was not in question, Nelson would still be destined to be a legend.

Vice Admiral of the White Flag, 1st Viscount Nelson, Hero of Trafalgar, a model of the world's best soldiers, and the dogmatic beliefs of the German and Japanese navies during World War II......

Being able to tie all kinds of honor into one, Nelson must be outstanding. But even so, Lorraine still had little interest in him.

Referring to the memories of the previous life, this legend is obviously just a pure soldier, desperate for himself, seeking benevolence, and even death did not turn his outstanding military exploits into political prestige and political bargaining chips.

In other words, he is not a suitable investment target for Lorraine.

From the point of view of the pursuit of profit and wealth, befriending Nelson is a business that is half the result and is destined to lose all money.

Therefore, Lorraine did not behave actively in the matter of sending the letter, and in the face of the invitation of the second lieutenant, he did not even board the badger in person, but only expressed his gratitude reservedly, and then handed over the letter and left.

This seems to be the end of the matter.

Lorraine fulfilled Odillan's request and sent a private letter from across the ocean to his good nephew.

But two days later, the reckless ensign appeared at the door of the hotel rented by Lorraine, handing over Nelson's invitation with both hands.

The invitation letter is Nanmu foreskin, not only beautifully framed, but also delicately written in the flower font, all in one go, the most important thing, the content of the letterhead and the signature at the end are obviously from the hand of one person.

This shows that the invitation was written by Nelson himself, and that it was written with a solemn attitude, and was drafted in advance before being engraved on it.

Lorraine couldn't help frowning: "François Farm, tomorrow night?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Drake." "Sir François is a good friend of the lieutenant colonel," said the lieutenant lieutenant, "and the lieutenant colonel has borrowed a farm from him for a feast. ”

"May I ask what type of feast it is?"

"French."

"It's just me and the Lieutenant Colonel?" Lorraine paused, "I mean, will the lieutenant colonel bring a female companion?" ”

"Mademoiselle François will be with you, and they are in love."

"Yes......" Lorraine smiled as she put away the invitation, "please tell the lieutenant colonel for his kind invitation, I will be there on time." ”

"Waiting for you, Mr. Drake!"

Seeing off the second lieutenant, Lorraine stood in the courtyard with his arms crossed for a long time.

Henna walked over with a puzzled face: "Are you worried, do you think this banquet is fraudulent?" ”

"There is no deception, there is no conflict between us, and there is no vendetta." Lorraine sighed helplessly, "It's just that the lieutenant colonel behaved too solemnly, which made going to the banquet troublesome all of a sudden." ”

"For example?"

"Like his beliefs, his preferences, and the age and looks of that Miss François. If I don't want to be rude in front of people, I need to know at least that. ”

Henna raised an eyebrow: "François Farmstead, right?" I'll go check it out in the evening. ”

……

The next day, Lorraine chose Carmen as her female companion and rode in a carriage to the François farm in the suburbs.

Barbados' farmsteads are naturally plantations, with rows of guarded sugar cane groves lined up in the middle of the woods, and the rumbling sound suggests that Baron François has introduced the latest steam engine equipment.

After walking through a vast sugar cane forest, a small slave village and a large cherry orchard, Lorraine finally saw the farmstead.

The wooden gate was quaint and heavy, with a long towering fence on either side of the wall, which was tied with barbed wire to separate the enslaved from the enslaved.

At the gate of the farmstead, Lorraine saw Nelson waiting there, dressed in a formal military uniform and a wig with a black suede triangular cap pressed into it.

Next to him was a blonde girl from a small jasper, about sixteen or seventeen years old, her face had not yet lost her baby fat, and her facial features were dignified and slightly cramped.

The carriage came to a halt in front of the gate, and Lorraine jumped down and elbowed Carmen in his dress.

Hena's earlier spies came into play at this moment.

Nelson was a Puritan, and Miss François's family was a devout Catholic.

Combining the beliefs and preferences of both parties, Carmen today wears a conservative dark green skirt, abandoning all luxurious jewelry and decorating with only a silver cross brooch.

She coiled her hair high, pressed a beige, simple-shaped narrow top hat, and covered her pretty face with a pure white veil.

Such a beautiful and ceremonial outfit immediately won Nelson's favor.

He smiled and took Mademoiselle François in his arms.

"Mr. Drake, first time we met, I'm Horatio, Horatio. Nelson, Lieutenant Commander of the Royal Navy. ”

"Lorraine, Lorraine. Drake, long-admired daimyo, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson. ”

The two smiled and shook hands, and Carmen took a bottle of wine with a ribbon from the coachman's hand and handed it to Mademoiselle François with both hands.

"This is the champagne of the Pinot Noir estate in France, hoping to let friends who are far away from their homeland smell the earthy fragrance of Europe."

Miss François's eyes lit up and she was pleasantly surprised: "Pinot Noir, is it ......?"

Uh-huh!

Nelson coughed disapprovingly, interrupting Mademoiselle François.

He frowned and looked at Lorraine: "Mr. Drake, the champagne from Pinot Noir is too expensive to be a proper gift. ”

"I'm a businessman, a businessman with decent profits." Lorraine looked back at Nelson without flinching, "It is disrespectful to the master to buy a local gift of respect, and I have only two kinds of wine on board, one Pinot Noir, and the other an inferior wine for the sailors." Lieutenant Colonel Nelson, can you bear to have my female companion carry a huge barrel to the door? ”

This answer was obviously unexpected, and he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed dumbly: "Uncle Odilan is right, you are a man who knows how to enjoy life, and you speak sharply. ”

Lorraine grimaced: "However, only people who are familiar at first sight are worthy of being unbridled and real." If it were Governor Carlisle of Barbados standing before me, I would only tell him that the wine was newly purchased at his winery. ”

Nelson laughed.

After laughing, he patted Lorraine on the shoulder: "I already smell the fragrance of Europe." Come in, my friend, Pinot Noir is the most beautiful thing on earth, let's kill it tonight. ”

"It's better to be respectful, my friend."