When I went to Akachon, in order to hide the eyes and ears of others, I handed over the main fleet to Wu Wu, and I set off first with the first Calais clipper.

However, I let no regrets and then lead the team to follow, and follow me thirty nautical miles, ready to answer at any time.

Arcachon, the sub-provincial capital of the Gironde province in the southern part of France, is located in the southwest of Bordeaux, at the west end of the Bay of Arcachon, belonging to the inner harbor, the geographical location is very superior, is a well-known seaside resort.

However, this was the result of later development, and the current Arcachon is only a place of origin and a transit port for oysters, and because of its proximity to Bordeaux, a lot of trade has been sucked away, so it is not very popular.

This situation has become our best protection and reliance, after all, France and Spain have poor relations, and there are constant wars with England, but Alfred Sr. and I can only accept such a third-party territory, so the two sides finally decided to meet here.

Standing on the large sand dunes outside the pier, the sea is on one side, the dense forest on the other, and the golden sand beach in the middle, which is known as a picturesque scenery.

We hired a guide from the docks, a young man named Chico, who was a local oyster farmer, and he went to the docks to find some work during his spare time.

Along the way, he kept recommending his family's oysters, a vivid example of which was his father, Chico Sr., who was 52 years old, and had to toss around every night because he ate oysters all year round.

As a result, Chico's mother couldn't stand it, so she could only let him go out from time to time to find other exits, and since then, old Chico has lived a happy life without shame and singing every night, and the men in the whole town say that old Chico is the strongest!

Listening to him talk about this in a show-off tone, well, when this advertisement, I and the nine ghosts Masataka and the others were all black lines. Tsk, this effect is simply nobody's, but is this really his own son?

Of course, listening to his boasting, we were embarrassed to be indifferent, so we said that after the errand, let him go with him to buy some oysters and come back, and see if he said so magically.

Chico was naturally frowning, but I was secretly surprised. It has always been my principle not to eat seafood, and no matter how fanciful you say and breaking through the limit of 20 centimeters, I will resolutely not eat it.

The carriage was led by Chico into the woods, twisting and turning into a straight boulevard. A few minutes further on, there was a sudden opening in front of us, and our destination, Franconian Manor, arrived.

Naturally, I got out of the carriage calmly, and there was a vigilance around me in my perception, but there should be no malice.

However, my principle is not to entrust my own safety to the good thoughts of others, so fifty elite ninjas, including Ink and Shi, immediately quietly dispersed and easily took over the guard position sent by Old Alfred.

After all, the old Alfred brought pampered guards, and my people were the elite who followed me in the north and south, plus the ninja is best at stealth operations, which the other party can't compare.

When I walked to the front door, I had already heard the hint of the Nine Ghosts Masataka, and all the other party's secret sentinels had been subdued, eliminating potential safety hazards. Of course, they were all just uniforms, and they didn't hurt a single person, nor did they cause the slightest movement.

Seeing all this happen, Alfred, who was following me, said nothing. Ever since he was captured, and especially after the agreement with his father, he had been following my flagship from place to place, accustomed to my methods and style.

So he didn't think there was anything wrong with me doing this, just for safety.

At the door of the main hall, I met old Alfred, whom I had befriended for a long time. He is very similar to his son, only more vicissitudes and more majestic.

"Oh! See you at last! My baby! You okay? Old Alfred looked very relaxed, glanced at his son behind him, and spoke. But he didn't look at me, and I knew that this was a technique to increase the bargaining chips, so I smiled and kept silent.

Alfred, however, knew that after all the posts had been replaced by my men, his father's actions were nothing more than a bluff and had no real meaning.

So he shook his head with a wry smile, and was about to speak, but saw his father's personal bodyguard, the American Neymar, hurriedly walked up to his father and whispered a few words.

Old Alfred's face changed slightly, and as a son, Alfred had to smile bitterly: "As you can see, I'm fine, father." But I need to give you a word of advice! ”

"Put down your colored glasses and means, father, Your Excellency the Marquis is a good partner to work with."

Old Alfred turned his head to look at me, and we looked at each other in silence. There was no joy or sorrow on his grim face, like a stone carving.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to me, and a big smile appeared on his face: "You are the best young man I have ever met!"

I shook my hand with him and smiled, "How can I compliment you?"

With that, we laughed together, and old Alfred took a step closer, patted my arm, and stroked my son's hair again, before we turned and walked hand in hand.

The doors of the manor were shut, and the inside and outside became two worlds. The negotiations went smoothly and successfully, and in the middle of the talks, I asked the Nine Ghosts to pass the order and let go of the guards who were tied up as lambs to the slaughter, showing my sincerity.

When those guards saw the methods of these ninjas, they naturally didn't dare to say anything, so they could only silently pack up their things and return to their posts.

We didn't have much disagreement on the cooperation, so it went well. But what interests me more is another thing - the inside story of the French royal family.

Since the assassination of François, Duke of Assunlang, the former crown prince, Henry de Popon of Navarre, my friend Henri de Popon, has become the first in line to the throne.

As the regent, the Queen Mother Catherine was unwilling to let this Huguenot hillbilly inherit the throne, so she made a lot of stumbling blocks openly and secretly.

She knew that her son, the frail Henry III, would not live long, so she hoped that her few distant relatives could replace Henry in front of her, but this was obviously unacceptable to the other elders of the kingdom.

Therefore, with the full support of the military, the senators, and his ex-wife, Queen Margot, the daughter of the Queen Regent, Henri de Poopon, began to retreat, silently accumulating strength, hoping that one day he would fight back.

This coincides with the history I know, and it seems that when necessary, I should meet this friend of mine, Henry.

Old Alfred also told me a piece of news about the fact that I had been singing a duet with Elizabeth I during the previous period, and the Spanish royal family and the military were at loggerheads.

The faction, led by the commander-in-chief of the Armada, de Guzmán, believed that in view of my previous harassment in the New Continent, they believed that it was entirely possible for me to take further action in Central and South America, and that my previous actions were seen by them as stepping on the ground.

However, the faction led by the elder Alfred believed that our purpose was to make a noise, and it was impossible to say one thing or two things.

As he spoke, old Alfred looked at me and said, "Guess what their attitude is after I finish speaking?"

I raised an eyebrow and said, "They don't believe it?"

Old Alfred shook his head and smiled weirdly: "No! De Guzmán guy believes at least half of it! ”

I couldn't help but wonder, "Then why is a large number of fleets still being mobilized to the New World?"

Old Alfred couldn't help but sigh and said lightly: "Because he must oppose me!" It's fate! ”

As he spoke, he stared at me with burning eyes and said, "The reason why I took the lead in proposing and insisting that your intention is to make a noise and attack the west, is to block de Guzmán's back road. In this way, he can only move forward with his head down! ”

As he spoke, he said to himself, "I am betraying my country!" I'm going to hell! ”

I have never felt anything about crocodile tears like this, so I smiled and said, "Even so, de Guzmán must be ahead of you!"

Old Alfred was stunned for a moment, then laughed and picked up his glass, touched me hard, and drank it all!

By now, we have established a high level of mutual trust, and we both know that the other party has no intention of cheating, so it is easier and more efficient to talk about many issues.

When talking about the East India Company, which I had recently built with the Dutch royal family, Alfred Sr. had a twinkle in his eyes and sighed, "In Spain, this is impossible."

I also laughed and said, "Indeed! That's why Spain seems to be strong, but it's actually declining. ”

Old Alfred laughed, quite heroic. Then he sighed again, thinking about what to do with the surviving descendants once the country declined a hundred years later.

So I offered to transfer to him my 5 percent equity interest in the East India Company at a premium of 30 per cent over the original price.

Old Alfred naturally accepted it gladly, although he didn't know what theory that eggs could not be put in the same basket, but he knew that after owning this five percent of the equity, even if the Kingdom of Spain was gone, his children and grandchildren could still have no worries about food and clothing for life!

And I am also happy to see it happen - to be truly inseparable from a person, the best way is to have interests with him, and now, it is the best way to entangle interests.

Of course, in order to ensure the purity of the equity "pedigree", we signed a limited transfer clause. In other words, the Alfred family has the right to dividends on these shares, but they don't have the right to vote or vote — those rights are still exercised by me, which is also stipulated in the contract.

Now it's a happy story, and then it's the traditional project. The interaction between the nobles is nothing more than wine and wealth, and of course a drinking party is indispensable.

At the reception, the old Alfred gave me another set of ship procedures, which is the complete configuration of the flag state Ottoman, which undoubtedly gives me another identity and is more confident in the next trip to the Mediterranean.

I gently touched the stone pendant on my chest, thinking about the next trip.

Second Uncle Ancestor, my last promise to you, I'm ready to start working on it now! O Heaven, wait for my good news with peace of mind!