I met Count Hernandez at his estate on the southwest coast of St. George's. However, in my opinion, it is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a manor than a primeval jungle.

Cocoa trees and coconut palms shade the sky, as do citrus, corn, cereal, cassava, yams and sugar cane. Countless dark-skinned laborers, or slaves, toiled in them, and there were not many overseers, and the occasional overseer was also calm and unmischievous.

From the servant to the master, it can be seen that Count Hernandez himself is not an imperious person, which also makes me feel more good about working with him. It's better to work with a reasonable person than with a reckless man.

The butler, "Buckle"—I don't really know how to translate it, so let's call it—was a mulatto of black and white, and he gentlemanly invited us to the inner courtyard of the Count of Hernandez, who was always curious about us guests from the Far East.

"It's neither white nor black!" Buckle looked at our complexion and exclaimed, "It's such a unique pale yellow, it looks much more beautiful than my brown complexion!"

I smiled noncommittally at such a compliment. Buckle also seems to understand that a character like me would not be interested in such a frivolous compliment. He smiled self-deprecatingly and made a gesture of invitation to the inner courtyard.

The huge inner courtyard can be called a cluster of flowers, among the flowers, there is a small wooden coffee table, and on the well-made chair, there is a middle-aged man with gray hair, who is sipping black tea without a mouthful.

Seeing me come in, the middle-aged man nodded to me slightly, did not get up, and made a gesture of please to the chair on the other side.

I smiled slightly, it seems that this Count Hernandez does not pay much attention to me, this is completely the rhythm of listening to the work of his subordinates. But I didn't speak, but followed his gesture and sat down in the chair opposite.

Count Hernandez gestured to me very arrogantly, "Afternoon tea, please take care of yourself."

Presumably, I used English when I sent people to communicate about the meeting, and Count Hernandez also used English. But the tone was full of frivolity, as if inviting me to sit down and have tea was a reward.

I arched my hand at him, took a sip of the teacup, and before I could get down, I spit out all the black tea with a "poof"! He also spilled the remaining half cup of tea on the ground, and said disdainfully: "How can this kind of forage for feeding horses be given to people to drink?"

Count Hernandez's face turned green at once, and he put down his teacup and stared at me. I didn't even look at him, and said arrogantly: "Just bring some tea leaves that you can drink!" With my own teapot! With that, he threw the enamel cup on the table.

The cup made a continuous clear sound of "dang long and long" on the table, and finally fell to the ground with a "snap" and shattered. Hernandeston's face turned green when he listened to it.

He said to me in a rough voice, "Mr. Sun, what do you mean?"

I said rather displeasedly: "Mr. Hernandez, what do you mean by bringing out this fodder for feeding the horses to entertain the guests?"

Hernandez said angrily: "What you just broke is our Portuguese fine tea vessel!" Damn, that's all I have! ”

I snorted contemptuously and sneered, "Savage land, sure enough, everything I see is a treasure." Don't worry, I carry a set of crude tea sets with the car, and I still have more than ten sets of top for you! ”

Just when Hernandez didn't know how to answer, the Nine Demons came in with Zhi, holding a long box in her hand.

Zhi walked up to me with steady steps, and I said lightly, "Make a pot of tea that you can drink." At the same time, Hernandez's face turned green again.

Nodding yes, he placed the box on the table, opened it, and took out the tea utensils one by one from the inside. This is a set of green glazed tea sets from the official kiln that I carry with me, which is not a high-quality product, but it is also the best to get here.

Zhi gently placed the teacup on the table, and the clear sound of "Grand" immediately caught Hernandez's attention.

He suddenly forgot about the unhappiness just now, and gestured to me, meaning if you can take a look at this tea set. I also learned his movements when he just came in, waved his hand casually to the teacup, and said vaguely, "Take care of yourself." Although there was no mockery in the tone, it was also full of disdain.

Hernandez was slightly angry, but he also knew that it was his arrogance that made me careless. So he was silent, picked up the green glazed tea vessel and took a closer look, and his mouth made a sound of praise.

When we skillfully brewed a pot of Keemun black tea and poured it into the teacups of the two of us, a refreshing fragrance suddenly came to our noses! Hernandez let out a "huh" and asked, "What kind of tea is this?"

I picked up the teacup, blew and took a sip, and then said vaguely: "Qimen black tea."

According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary of the United States, the origin of "Qimen Black Tea" - Qimen County, Anhui Province, China, was created in the Guangxu year, that is, around 1875 AD. But its predecessor can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty.

According to the tea tasting experience recorded by the tea saint Lu Yu in the "Book of Tea", "Huzhou is on the top, Changzhou is second, and Shezhou is down", Qimen, which belongs to Shezhou, began the history of roasting tea, making tea, and drinking tea in the Tang Dynasty.

Hernandez picked up the cup, first put it under his nose, took a long breath, and then let out a long sigh of "ah" with great satisfaction, Fang picked up the cup, took a sip, still unfinished, took another sip, and raised his neck in the third sip, and drank it all.

After drinking, Zhi poured another cup of tea, but Hernandez was not in a hurry to drink it, but put down the teacup and asked in a much more polite tone: "Mr. Sun, I probably know the purpose of your coming to me, I want to know if I can help you?"

I also put down the teacup and said lightly with a smile: "For me, it is just a personal grudge with the Spaniards, and there is no national hatred and family hatred." But you are different with the Count. If you're giving alms, I can just turn around and leave, and there's no point in talking. ”

Hernandeston's anger slammed up again, and he held his breath and said, "I'm a dignified imperial earl, what can I say about equality with you as a maritime merchant?"

I snorted coldly and said, "In my fifties, I am still complacent about being a dead earl, what a frog at the bottom of the well."

As I spoke, I took out my viscount talisman, lit it up at Hernandes, and sneered: "It's not that I am only eighteen years old and I am a first-class viscount of the Ming Dynasty. The mere Earl is just a step in front of me. ”

Hernandez frowned, "Eighteen? First Rank Viscount? How is this possible? ”

I said lightly: "If you can also annihilate the 100,000 iron horsemen of the Mongols, you will know that this is actually not a difficult matter."

Hernandeston was stunned for a moment, and when he saw what I said, he lost his mind for a while. He just muttered to himself: "I heard that your Chamber of Commerce was defeated in Sao Tome, what is there to be angry about?"

I smiled slightly, stood up, patted the soil on my trouser leg with a gesture, and said lightly: "East Africa wins, West Africa tastes defeat, it's just a common thing in soldiers." It's better to live in struggle than to shrink in a corner like an ostrich, lingering for breath, eating and waiting for death! ”

After saying that, I raised my feet and walked out, and sneered, "Oh, Earl. Gee. ”

The contempt is palpable.

The sound of breathing behind me became heavier and heavier, and just as I was about to step out of the garden, the voice of Count Hernandez came from behind me: "Your Excellency, please stay!"

I ignored it and continued to stride out. Before going out, he said: "What a waste of my pot of good tea!"

After speaking, he walked through the long orchard with people, walked to the gate, and was about to get into the car. But I heard Hernandez's voice come again: "Your Excellency, please stay!" Fang is what I neglected, and I would like to ask the hospital to talk about it. ”

I stopped, one foot on the horse's pedal, one foot on the ground, and turned my head to look at Hernandez, who had come out to invite me.

I saw that he looked very sincere, and made a gesture of invitation to me again.

Well, it's right to take it when you see it. So I retracted my leg from the carriage and, at the invitation of Hernandez, went into the courtyard again. This time, instead of going back to the garden, he entered the drawing room of the Earl's Court, and once again sat down as guests and hosts.

When we talked about it again this time, the atmosphere was much more harmonious than just now! Because after weighing it, Hernandez felt that working with me would be an opportunity, and as for what he could do and what he could get, it was at least better than doing nothing.

I am fifty-three years old, although I have been paying attention to maintenance all these years, but objectively speaking, how long can I struggle for myself? After a few years, even if you are still alive, do you still have the motivation to fight?

In the past five or six years, I have lived like a rich man on this seaside farm, living a life of abundance and no pressure that many people envy. However, I almost forgot that I was a navigator, a warrior who fought the sea all day long!

Seeing my high-spirited appearance once again awakened the blood in the heart of old Hernandez! Oh, yes! I used to be a warrior! Hernandez shouted to himself in his heart!

I'm going to get back to what I used to be! Don't let the Spaniards ride on their necks! Aisha's Death ...... I will never admit to being Spanish! I...... Gabier Jean Hernandez, is Portuguese!

For the next two days, Hernandez Sr. and I had two days of confidential conversations at his estate, and in modern parlance, the conversation was fruitful and a constructive intention was reached. This was a united, friendly, and victorious meeting!

Before leaving, I naturally gave the tea set to a friend, and left a lot of Keemun black tea. Old Hernandez was naturally very grateful and gave me a lot of gifts. One of the things I like the most is a paladin sword that clearly has a date.

Although it is not clear what its actual value is, and it will not be of much practical use, it is indeed a rare gift for a cold weapon controller like me.

Leaving port again, my fleet became eight Calais clippers, and Arashi arrived with my previous Vengeance and two frigates.

Wait for me, Spaniard.

My revenge has just begun!