Does the shopkeeper know about this person? Huang Shunlong didn't seem surprised, "It's a well-known local figure." ()”

"I don't know." When Wen Desi thought of the humiliation of being captured back then, he almost wanted to do what he wanted, but this thought greatly affected his image, "This woman has a lot of connections with us. He said vaguely.

It is said that there is a relationship, that is, it can be said that there is cooperation with each other, or it can be said that there is hatred, which can be regarded as a neutral expression.

"Hehe, Shopkeeper Wen doesn't have to hide it. This woman is maverick and ruthless, and she wants to have a grudge with you. ”

Wen Desi didn't say anything, it was a tacit acquiescence.

Huang Shunlong said that he only knew that Li Siya was of mixed Portuguese and Chinese descent, and no one knew who her parents were and where they were. But she lives in the Portuguese neighborhood of Macau, the house is spacious and luxurious, although it is a knife and blood licking business, but she can appear in the party of the local Portuguese leaders, obviously her parents are not low.

"This woman is very difficult to mess with," Huang Shunlong suppressed his voice, "She regards Macao as her lair, and she is quite restrained in her local behavior, but once she goes to sea, she acts extremely ruthlessly." And there are many tricks, if you have a holiday with her, you should be more careful in your daily actions. ”

Wen Desi vaguely responded, and inquired about a lot of specific news about Li Siya: her brig clipper, the name of which is Lotus. Recently, I was not in the port, but I was about to go to sea again. Even inquired about her address, Wen Desi once had the idea of sending Beiwei to a special operation, but Huang Shunlong went on to say that he was not sure if Li Siya really had to live in that house Although Huang Shunlong married a Portuguese wife, this woman's background is not high, and she can't add much leverage to his dealings with the Portuguese upper class, the only advantage is that he can do business with the Portuguese without any obstacles. He knew very little about the activities of the local Portuguese upper echelons.

According to the Chinese custom, Huang Shunlong wanted to keep him for dinner, but Wen Deji had no intention of staying, and Zhang Xin was even more anxious to find a place to sell rhubarb sweet wine. The two sides agreed on the seal and secret mark of the future joint, and then took their leave.

After going out, I turned around and returned to the meeting place, under the cross in the Cross Street Square, Bai Duolu had returned, with a smile peculiar to religious believers, and a leather-faced Bible in his hand. was looking, and Bai Duolu was already happily greeting him.

"Good news."

"The local president of the Jesuit wants to see you."

Yahweh is the term. Immediately, a man dressed in black appeared in Wende's mind. Eerie figures sit in a dark room with a marble floor. What did the Jesuit president see him for? Do you want to proclaim the gospel of the Lord land to him? Wen Desi wants to travel through the lands, but the issue of religious policy has never been discussed, and he doesn't like all kinds of religions in this time and space. If you want to say that it is better to engage in some kind of "holy religion". He himself is better to be the chief of the angels, but there are too many people crossing the land this time. It is estimated that there is no such possibility, and the group of modern people have no loose skills. The threshold of political struggle is as fine as hell.

"Find a place first. Tell me about the place where you saw the priest. Wen Desi said.

In the heart of the city, in the Portuguese community, in a small but elaborate church. The scorching heat of southern China shines through the windows with small pieces of glass inlaid with lead bars. Shine on the marble floor. Leave a shadow of light and shadow.

A man in monk's robes sat beside a large desk with his head down. Seems to be thinking. The gilded corners of the table floor are piled with books and papers. Also conspicuously placed is a crucifix carved in ebony wood.

Behind him is a large fireplace with intricately carved ornamentation, and the unique patterns of the marble on it are indefinite and the stones and craftsmen are from far away Italy. Of course, on the coldest days in southern China, where it will fall below 20 degrees Celsius, this thing is purely decorative and symbolizes the power of the Jesuit branch president in Macau. The branch president was in charge of all Catholic missionary affairs in China and East Asia, and his position in the Church was not even subject to the authority of the bishop of Macau.

This lonely figure is the president of the Society of Jesuits in Macau, Gelanzani.

At this time, Gelanzani was alone, his body was very weak, and he had contracted an illness many years ago during his mission in Pattani, although he was treated with tobacco and left a life, and the sequelae are still in the aftermath of the illness. But a powerful spiritual fire burned in this weak body, and perhaps knowing that he had little left to live, he became more and more anxious about the missionary business.

"These idiots!" He said to himself, "Whether it is a Franciscan or an Augustinian, they are a bunch of fools. They think that faith is the rock of everything. Martyrdom is honorable, and should the farce of 1596 in Japan be repeated in China? ”

On his desk, he threw letters from the Yahwa Society in Manila about whether the ancestor worship of the Chinese was idolatry, causing a great debate in the church. And this controversy has a tendency to spread to the upper echelons of the Holy See. Alas, although Yahwa has a great shili in the Holy See, the shili is always proportional to the enemy, not to mention the kings and nobles, who all try to put Yahsi

one's own instrument, not God's.

"Discuss, discuss, it's better that this thing will never be discussed." Gelanzani knew very well that unless the Jesuit missionaries in Beijing believed that the Chinese ancestor worship was only a commemorative activity, the Chinese missionary activities, which were not making much progress, would be more difficult, and he had been in Macao for several years and knew what ancestor worship meant to the Chinese.

The missionaries sent out, except for Matteo Ricci, who had achieved some success, were all expelled by the local government of the Chinese, and some simply did not know their whereabouts, and Geranzani knew that most of them had embarked on the road of martyrdom.

Missionary activity in China was as smooth as in Japan. Although through Matteo Ricci's efforts, he won over a group of believers of Chinese officials and intellectuals, and also successfully entered the Chinese capital, participating in the astronomical revision and ordnance manufacturing affairs of the imperial court, but the number of believers has always been sluggish. He was well aware that ordinary people, officials, and intellectuals in China had always been wary of foreigners with very different faces and customs.

He sighed, as if hearing footsteps outside the door:

"What's the matter?"

A door hidden in the curtain door quietly opened. A man dressed in black walked in softly:

"My lord, Lord Landau is here."

"Well, please let him in."

After a while, an official walked in outside the door.

The man was between thirty-five and forty years old, tall and stocky, with sharp eyes and a short black beard. He dressed himself in the Spanish style of the time, with a tight waistcoat and snow-white lace trims. Heavy swords on the wide belt that slanted across his chest thumped at his boots from time to time. This dress and gray cold eyes all show that this is a professional soldier who licks blood with a knife head.

He took off his hat and bowed to the chief according to French etiquette. Then he stood respectfully, but with a solemn demeanor, exactly what a person with status should look like.

The president looked at the person in front of him. 's eyes were deep, and I couldn't see what I was thinking.

This dangerous fellow, the president thought to himself, can I really give him this task? The adventurer, who came out of nowhere, claimed to be Weisdo, and although he said that he was the son of a family from the Parma region of Italy, he spoke Italian very poorly, and Gelanzani was ashamed to be his countryman. Now, he will come out of English from time to time. Had it not been for his countenance and steadfastness in his faith, he would have been a heretical Englishman.

Such homes were everywhere in the Far East at that time, and they had real or false backgrounds and backgrounds. Trying to get their own piece of the pie from the prosperity of this great voyage. The president thought: Well, this kind of person has no foundation anyway, and he doesn't need to explain it to anyone if something happens. He looked at the officer carefully for a moment, was silent for a moment, and said:

"Are you Mr. Weislando?"

"I am, my lord." Lando said.

"It's been more than three months since you came to Macau with Father Cománge's ship. Are you still used to living in Macau? ”

"Very habitual." Lando said calmly, "It's just that my money bag is very deflated......"

The president smiled: "No one thinks the purse is full. He picked up a scroll of paperwork:

"You participated in that operation in Aragonés"

"Yes, I will grow up."

"Your report to Father Comange is very detailed, and it is clear that the enemy of Aragonés defeated him without your intervention."

"Yes, Lord German, those Chinese are very fierce. The will to resist is also strong. ”

"It's Australian, right? They claim to be Australian. ”

Lando shrugged his shoulders: "They are Chinese in the truest sense of the word, although they are not from the Ming Dynasty." ”

"Is Aragonés' ship still being repaired?"

"He recruited sailors in the tavern every day, and I think he had a hard time finding enough people. Even if he was willing to recruit Chinese sailors. ”

"They'll send him someone from Manila." The president whispered. Although Portugal and Spain were under the rule of a king at this time, the relationship between the two sides cannot be described as harmonious. So far, the royal flag has not been raised in Macao. The Governor of Manila and the nobles there were always intent on bringing Macau under their rule.

As an Italian, Gelanzani was instinctively disgusted by the Spaniards.

"You are a brave man." The president said, "Your loyalty to the church is evident," and he remembered something, "I heard that you fought against the infidels in Montenegro?" ”

"Yes, as a volunteer." Lando replied proudly, "I could have lived at home in peace, but I went to that mountainous place anyway." ”

"Very well," continued Geranzani, "you dare, it's time to show off your skills!" ”

The cunning Italian immediately made a "loyal" appearance: "I want to serve you!" ”

"Not for me, but for our church."