Since John. Hawkins led the family fleet to capture black slaves in Africa and sell them to Little Spain (Caribbean), so that the former declining Hawkins family immediately prospered.

This was followed by an influx of slave traders, who went to Africa one after another, taking ships and men with them, capturing or exchanging black slaves, and then bringing them to the Caribbean and South America in Portugal to provide slaves to the plantation owners at good prices.

On the premise of receiving a large amount of taxes, the royal government acquiesced in the behavior of slave traders, and allowed slave traders to transport Eastern Europeans and blacks to England to supplement the growing scarcity of human resources.

The blacks, on the other hand, had a bit more demanding, and men could only be castrated, while women had no other requirements than paying higher taxes.

The captain watched the black beauty he had robbed being confiscated by the big-bellied tax collector in front of him, not to mention how sad he was.

What made him even more sad was that next, he not only had to go to the Sheriff's Office, but also had to be questioned and tried by the court, which made his mood go to the bottom.

Soon, more than twenty light-colored black women with curvy figures and convex and backward were pulled out, and one by one stood on the deck with frightened faces, looking at the white people pointing in front of them, and their hearts were extremely nervous.

The sailors looked at the black beauties in front of them who were hidden deep in the cabin, drooling one by one, although they were black skin, but they still met their aesthetics, for the sailors who had been at sea for months, salivating!

And not only them, but even the tax collector opened his mouth wide and looked straight at them, very surprised.

To tell the truth, he has been a tax officer for many years, and he has seen countless black women, but it is the first time he has seen such a beautiful black woman.

Big eyes, white contours, slender and round thighs, delicate waist, and the full hugeness, in addition to the light black skin, revealed a busy style on the body, which made him unconsciously attracted.

Especially now that it is April, the exposed arms and skin of the woman in animal skins are extremely smooth and delicate, attracting a lot of attention.

"Where are you from?" The tax collector swallowed and asked.

Knowing that they could speak Latin, the tax collector asked with all his brainpower, recalling the Latin in his head, with a smile that he thought was friendly.

"I am a Christian from Abyssinia, honorable lord, please let us go, for the sake of our Lord Almighty!"

At this moment, a pair of slender thighs stepped out, and a huge one on the chest the size of two coconuts swayed, attracting all eyes.

And she, as a black person, performed a Western lady's ceremony at a glance, which looked very funny.

"Oh! It turned out to be an Abyssinian, please forgive me for my faux pas! The tax collector looked at the black woman in front of him, who was considered a great beauty among both blacks and whites, and although he did not understand where Abyssinia was, he still returned the salute gentlemanly.

"But, it's a pity, miss, that we don't have the right people to decide who you are. I can't release you! ”

Of course, the tax officer refused without hesitation, this is not his right, and now they should belong to the court.

"But, my lord, we are Christians, not heretics! And we're not slaves either! Manla retorted stubbornly.

"Yes, I know, but I still can't decide!" The tax collector still couldn't afford to regress.

"My lord, my father is a great nobleman of Abyssinia, if you let us go, you will get a big bounty, I promise!"

Hearing the black aristocratic lady who did not know where to continue to explain, the tax collector was a little impatient, although he wanted the bounty.

"Shut up, noble lady from Abyssinia!" The tax collector grimaced and said sharply: "This is England, not your Abyssinian where you don't know where, now please shut up!" ”

In the last sentence, his voice was extremely loud, even if the people around him couldn't understand it, they were still shocked by his momentum.

"Oh? Abyssinia, that's interesting! Suddenly, a teasing sound suddenly sounded in the ears of the irritable tax officer, and just as he was about to scold, he turned his head to see that a group of people had come to the deck at some point.

A gorgeously dressed young man with a yellow cloak walked over, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and unconsciously, he had the breath of a high-ranking person, and the voice just now came from him.

And beside him were followed by several middle-aged people who were also full of luxury, like the arch guards of the stars, standing beside him slightly respectfully, laughing with him.

It seems that he looks like a noble child, and he is also a big nobleman.

The scolding on his lips immediately turned into a euphemistic refusal greeting: "This gentleman, there is an office here, please take a step away!" ”

"Huh! I want these people, so I don't have to bother you! The young man smiled, stared at the plump and colorful black beauties, and said.

The tax officer was so angry, and the people in the court dared to rob it, so he didn't want to die?

"This, sir, these people are yours!" This is, a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties suddenly walked out beside the young man, with a little gray hair on his head, and walked over with a serious face, and took out a token from his arms.

Blood-red, the surface is engraved with patterns, the size of a palm, in which a string of letters "blood" (blood) is engraved.

Seeing this, he was shocked, a cold sweat broke out on his back, and his attitude became more and more polite.

"Please forgive my rudeness, I still have important things to do, so I'll go first!" Just as everyone was looking at them in surprise, the tax collector laughed and slowly retreated with his men.

The young man nodded, no longer looked at him, but walked straight to the group of light black women, looked at the arguing woman with bulging chests, and asked with interest:

"Are you really from Abyssinia?"

Manla looked at the young man who had scared away the fat-headed, big-eared white man, and then at his first-class clothes, hesitated for a moment, and replied slowly:

"Yes, my lordship, we are indeed from Abyssinia, we are all daughters of nobles, and if you let us go, we will definitely get a large bounty!"

Regarding the bounty, the young man did not say anything, but looked at them carefully, and said with a smile:

"No, no, no, Miss Noble, now that you are all my slaves, money is not what I need!"

The young king will be short of money, this is really a big joke, and the group of black women in front of him is what he values.

He did not expect that he would gain something different from inspecting the newly built large dockyard of the Navy in Southampton.

Because Abyssinia has another name, called Ethiopia.