Up to this point, Captain Hawkins and his brother had been thoroughly convinced of the fact that the other was a true descendant of nobility. In fact, the Hawkins brothers, who were overseas traders in Plymouth, told Isabel only a little about the duties, manners, or honours of the nobility. The reason why I believe in Isabel is completely attracted by her wording, aristocratic style.

Isabel also seemed to be infected by her speech, pursed her lips and smiled secretly, "I'm almost touched by myself." That's a good point, I think I'm more than qualified to be Henry VIII's press secretary for the royal family. It's a pity, what the fuck is this era?! Damn it! ”

There was silence in the parlor, and as she slowly walked back to her seat, she couldn't help but think again, "The Hawkins Brothers will only believe me, only because they are merchants of the Second Estate, and they know very little about the affairs of the First Estate. Why don't you take advantage of this legal raid to help them advance to knighthood? ”

"Well, it's completely achievable, as long as it can stir up their hatred of Spain, the Portuguese, it can be done."

As Isabel turned to sit down, she saw Captain William Hawkins and his brother Richard come to her and bow deeply. As the two of them got up, Captain Hawkins' face was full of guilt, and his tone was unusually excited, "Miss Isabel, Richard and I once again express our greatest apologies to you, that I, as a councillor of Plymouth, should have doubts about your noble aristocracy, which is extremely inconsistent with my own and my family's reputation." ”

Isabel smiled slightly, crossed one leg and picked up her glass again, took a sip of Spanish wine from the Canary Islands, and accepted the apology of the Hawkins brothers. Holding a wine glass, he glanced at the two Captain Hawkins brothers with solemn expressions, "Actually, I don't care about your suspicions of me. After all, I was just an aristocratic lady who had ridden hundreds of miles from the north to Plymouth in the southwest, which in itself was unbelievable. ”

"Furthermore, I have come to Plymouth to discuss funding with you and your family. So, any matter is less important in the face of attractive gold and silver treasures, does it? ”

The Captain Hawkins brothers laughed, and when they returned to their seats again, William Hawkins stroked his beard and smiled at Isabel, "Miss, if I had a daughter, I would definitely let her be educated to become a wise, magnanimous, and courteous aristocratic lady like you." ”

Isabel nodded and looked at the smiling captain, "Sir, you'll have such a chance." Not just your daughter, but your son and loved ones. ”

"Oh...?" The captain stroked his beard thoughtfully, pondering the subtext of the other man's words.

At this time, Richard Hawkins, who was sitting across from her, took a sip of wine and smiled, "Miss, I heard that the nobles and their descendants probably don't value money, do they?" ”

"Who said that? The aristocrats don't care about money, but in fact they are more greedy and calculating than anyone who fucks. William Parr's bastard, who actually married the daughter of the Earl of Essex for the title and land, he is a bastard! Isabel sipped the wine as she spoke, raising her eyelids to look at Richard, who had never been in contact with the aristocracy, "Sir, in the face of money and duty, nobles and their descendants usually choose duty, which is determined by the rank of the nobles. ”

Now, having the understanding of the nobleman's daughter, and not having to sacrifice two excellent sailors in vain, Captain Hawkins was very satisfied. At this point, he thought back to what Isabel had said about the investment. Well, it's time to talk about the commercial trade that he is familiar with.

After getting the servant to bring some more drinks, Captain Hawkins asked Isabel about the trade, "Miss, what trade do you intend to negotiate with me and my family in Plymouth?" ”

Isabel looked at the captain's entourage, "Sir, I can only tell you and your brother about this. ”

William Hawkins sensed acutely that the other party might tell him something confidential. Just from the fact that the other party has traveled thousands of miles from the north to the south, it can be seen that the other party must have come to talk to him about the affairs that must be very risky.

What is the risk, his other identity as William Hawkins is a murderous pirate, and the risk is as common as the wind and waves when sailing at sea. Hawkins quietly squinted at his entourage, "You all go out." ”

When only the Hawkins brothers, Isabel and Joymanon Jr. Beard were left in the living room, Isabel turned her head to look at Yomanon behind her, "Beard, show the captain and the captain's brother the official document issued by His Majesty." ”

"Kumon? William, do you hear me? Richard quickly stood up and came to his brother's side, and asked with a serious expression.

"Well, I heard it, it's an official document issued by His Majesty the King!" It seems that Captain Hawkins, who has been through the storm for a long time, is very calm. Still, the changes in his mood could be seen in the details of his eyes, expressions, and somewhat trembling fingers.

Little Beard approached Captain Hawkins and handed him the rolled-up privateering permit from the leather briefcase he had carried with him. Richard glanced at his brother, then took the letter and slowly unfolded it, reading it softly as he read it.

"William, you... Did you know that it... This is a privateering permit issued by His Majesty the King! Richard held the letter in his hand, his eyes fixed on his brother's face, and began to stutter in excitement.

Captain Hawkins stroked his beard several times in succession, looked up at his brother, "Give me the letter." ”

Isabel, who was idle, called little Beard to the side, admired the wine in her glass with great interest, and looked up at the other party, "Beard, the captain's brother told me that this wine is produced on the Spanish plantations in the Canary Islands. How do you think it compares to Bordeaux wines? ”

Little Beard took another sip of his glass, and looked at her, "Your Excellency, I can't say well, at least I haven't heard of this wine in the southern markets. ”

"Maybe it's not enough to be produced, or maybe it's the wine from the overseas colonies that takes a long time to get to England?"

"Your Excellency, I think so."

As Isabel was about to continue chatting about wine, Captain Hawkins came up to her. Looking at her with the official document, he said in a trembling tone, "Miss, His Majesty the King has authorized us to plunder at sea. ”