The Ceuta region, which is located in the northernmost part of the Maghreb (Algeria, Morocco, and Tunisia), is a tentacle of Morocco, on the Mediterranean coast near the Strait of Gibraltar.

It can be said that its geographical location is important to a certain extent to stifle the Mediterranean.

In fact, as early as 1415, it was occupied by Portugal and became a Portuguese colonial stronghold.

And Ceuta is not the only important place in Morocco, in a sense, Cape Tangier is more valuable than Ceuta.

Ceuta is inside the Mediterranean, Tangier is outside, and with Gibraltar in Spain, this is the real control of the Mediterranean.

Of course, Ceuta is a small, long, and narrow island that juts out, with a large military role and a small economic role.

Tangier, on the other hand, is one of the four major cities in Morocco and a business travel base in the Sahara Desert in Africa, with huge economic interests.

All, this time the goal, His Majesty put on Ceuta, and not the richer Tangier.

"Hey! Man, do you need to refill your drinks? I've got the sweetest wine here! ”

As soon as a merchant ship docked in Ceuta, Alan stepped off the ship wrapped in a woollen coat and heard authentic Portuguese in his ears, and he turned his head to see an Arab merchant looking at him with a thief's eye, eager to sell his wares.

"No, okay, how much is a can!" Alan just wanted to refuse, but as soon as he remembered his plan to come here, he immediately nodded in agreement.

"Guest, come with me, I have all the drinks in my shop, the prices are cheap, the Berbers, the Spanish, the French, everything in my place, and the whole port of Ceuta is famous!" The Arab merchant grinned, took a step forward, pulled Alan away, and called a quick.

Alan followed without hesitation, and behind him, at some point, he also followed two guards, not swords and guns, and followed him step by step.

"Hey! Daddy Muhammad has kidnapped another businessman, and he is probably going to make a fortune! ”

"Yes! This is the third one this month, and there are so many fools! ”

Soon Alan was taken through a small street, dozens of small shops, people coming and going, a mixture of various ethnic languages, and it was extremely lively.

It is estimated that it is the main trade street of the small port of Ceuta.

At the end, a small, bottle-and-cans shop, Alan was able to pause for a moment.

"Sir, it's right for you to come to us, whether it's French, Spanish, or Berber wine, I have it, and even the black man's special wine, which is very suitable for giving away!"

Only then did Alan take a closer look at the Arab merchant's face, with a full shaven beard, light blue eyes, a tall nose, and eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a hint of cunning.

"Yes, this black wine, bring me ten cans!" Alan walked around the small shop, saw a black pitch with several exotic picture jars engraved on it, opened it and tasted it, his eyes narrowed, and he pointed and said.

"Sir, what a good eye, this is a fruit wine made by the Zenata people of the Bani-Marin tribe, it is sour and sweet, and it is unforgettable!" The Arab merchant squinted, glanced up and down, and said happily.

"For just ten gold coins, you can bring them back!"

"Yes!" Alan tugged at his lips and reluctantly agreed.

But he scolded in his heart, the black-hearted businessman, if it wasn't for something else, would have left a long time ago.

"Sir, is there anything else you need? I'm the best shop in Port Ceuta! The Arab merchant looked at Alan with a hesitant look and said.

"Boss, I need to meet the Berbers nearby, and it's the leader!"

Alan glanced at him and said directly.

"Sir, what do you say, how can I know the Baibai people!" The Arab merchant said with a confused and calm face.

"Whoa~" Alan didn't say anything more, and directly took out the money bag on his body and threw it on the table.

For a moment, the golden coins in the money bag unsurprisingly flowed out, covering the small wooden table.

"This—" The Arab merchant stared intently at the coins on the wooden table, his eyes almost protruding, and he was stunned.

"Absolutely!" The merchant's face changed suddenly, and while counting the money, he said with a smile:

"Although I don't drink, I know a lot of Baibai people, these people are grazing and farming in the neighborhood, and I often go to get some drinks, but I know a tribal leader of a few hundred people, who just succeeded the old man last year!"

After getting this news, Alan couldn't help but be overjoyed: sure enough, the merchant was the most well-informed person, and the money was not spent in vain, so he found his target so quickly.

"So, when can you introduce me to meet him?" Alan said impatiently.

"It's-"

"Bang ~ " Another bag of gold coins was thrown over.

"The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I'll take you there, and it just so happens that I'm going to get a batch of wine too! You can bring him here and let you meet! The merchant said impatiently.

On the third day, Alan came to the wine shop with two escorts.

In front of the wine shop, sure enough, there were a few men in cloth clothes, who also had western faces, but their skin was bronzed, with slightly circled legs, looking around.

"Come, I'll introduce you, Mr. Allen! This is the Ava Brown Chief! ”

I saw that the Arab merchant introduced himself to a young man in his twenties with an unruly face.

"Hello, Chief!"

"You are the merchant who just wants to send us money, bring the money quickly, I'm in a hurry to go back!"

The young man stretched out his hand and said impatiently.

Alan glanced at the Arab merchant for some reason, glared at him, and then said to the young leader with a smile:

"That's right, I was about to send you money, let's go inside!"

After Alan whispered a few words in the young man's ear, he entered the wine shop with a blank expression.

And the Arab merchant was about to follow, but was stopped by Allen's guards, and Allen's voice rang out:

"Boss, borrow your shop and I'll give it back to you in a moment!"

The Arab merchant watched the two enter his shop, but he could only jump to his feet, full of weakness.

Half an hour later, Alan and the young Ava Brown leader walked out, both of them with satisfied expressions on their faces, and it seemed that they were talking well.

"Good news awaits you, Chief!" Alan smiled goodbye to the leader of the Berbers who had returned on horseback.

"Of course, we Baibai people always count when we speak!" The young leader turned around, replied with a proud face, and left without hesitation.

The Arab merchant was left alone, but his face was confused.

The next day, Alan secretly unloaded some long knives and arquebuses from the merchant ship, and then quickly left with the merchant ship.