While the people of the continent, including the nobles of noble blood, ate bread, cheese, cured meats, stews, poultry, fish, eggs, game, fruits and sweets as their main foods, the colonists from the Spanish overseas colonies were still accustomed to eating a seafood hodgepodge of Spanish rice, wine, olive oil, and countless shrimps, crabs, clams, clams, oysters, squid and other seafood. Now, with the great geographical discoveries and the opening of new shipping routes, the seafood hodgepodge has been added with a precious spice: saffron.

The history of the Spanish habit of eating rice can be traced back to the 10th century, when the Moors in Spain began to cultivate rice as one of the staple foods. As a result, rice, vegetables, beans and dried cod were a common practice at Moorish family gatherings and religious festivals. The Spaniards, who live off the shores of the Mediterranean, swap the meat in the paella for a variety of seafood.

Cassiano Avigliana from Valencia, a city in eastern Spain, brought the cuisine of his hometown to the plantation after becoming a colonial plantation owner in Tenerife. So, Isabel Walton and Captain Hawkins were fortunate enough to be able to taste Spanish cuisine in the Atlantic Ocean, far from England.

However, Kasiano's series of resentful words and actions made Isabel no longer in the mood to taste the seafood hodgepodge in front of her. To make matters worse, she is not yet able to express her anger.

Perhaps, only the methods learned in the intelligence course can calm down your mind and turn a blind eye to everything you see. Either way, it will allow the plantation owner and pilot to reduce their distrust of themselves and others.

When she asked with interest about the origin of the paella, which became the most popular recipe in the world, the plantation owner Cassiano looked at her with a smile as he slowly peeled the shell of a fat prawn in his hand, and said, "Miss Brenda, how much do you know about Mr. Columbus?" ”

Isabel looked sideways at the navigator who was sitting at the top of the table and enjoying the treatment of a slave owner as she tied a small piece of roast beef with a fork, "Mr. Columbus, born in the Republic of Genoa (present-day northwestern Italy), was sent by Queen Isabella of Spain to cross the Atlantic to the American continent. ”

"Well, I didn't expect Miss Brenda to know so much about the people and things of overseas voyages. Perhaps, in a few years you will also be a respected adventurer at sea. When the navigator brought the fat shrimp to his mouth, he tilted his head and admired the other party.

"Sir, does Columbus have anything to do with this seafood pilaf?" Isabel was unmoved by his praise, but spoke calmly about the questions she had raised.

Cassiano, a plantation owner, slave owner and navigator, put a huge fat shrimp stripped of its shell in his mouth and munched on it with great enjoyment. When some of the soup came out of the corners of his mouth, the black slave "Sunday" standing beside him immediately wiped the corners of his mouth a few times with a silk tablecloth.

After everyone endured watching the performance of slaves serving their slave owners, Cassiano smiled and raised his glass to glance at the Englishmen present, "Miss Brenda, legend has it that Columbus was struck by a hurricane while searching for the New World, and after escaping to a small island, the local natives saved him with a paella made of seafood and rice. ”

Captain Hawkins nodded, drank some wine and laughed, "Good luck always accompanies Mr. Columbus. Not only was the discovery of the New World financed by the Queen of Spain, but the indigenous people saved his life with this seafood staple. ”

Isabel smiled lightly, glanced at the roast beef on the plate, which had already been cut into small pieces by the black maid, and then turned her gaze to Cassiano, "Mr. Columbus must have been favored by God to allow his doctrine to be supported by Queen Isabella many years later, and then to turn the Spanish Empire into the 'empire on which the sun never sets'." Is that so, Mr. Avigliana? ”

"Miss Brenda, you... How do you know this? Kasiano had a vague feeling that the young Saxon woman he had met in the morning did not look as simple as Captain Hawkins had introduced. Looking closely, the other party seems to have a noble temperament between his gestures.

"Could it be that she is the daughter of a Saxon nobleman? That's impossible! I have never heard that the descendants of the Saxon nobility will steer ships and will run to the sea to adventure. Kasiano frowned slightly, slowing down slightly as he grabbed the seafood from his hand on the plate.

Isabel had already seen the clue from his movements and expression, and just smiled lightly, "Sir, even if what I just said makes you think of something, it doesn't seem to affect the fact that you have become our navigator, right?" ”

Kasiano thought about it carefully, and what the other party said was probably not wrong. Staring at each other, he blinked, and suddenly laughed, "Of course, I work for your fleet, and I just love adventures at sea. ”

Isabel smiled sincerely, and very good-looking, "Sir, we will definitely pay you a handsome sum of money at the end of the voyage." ”

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After lunch, Cassiano neatly packed his bags for the sea, instructed five or six young white men who were in charge of guarding the plantations and black slaves, and returned to the port with Isabel and the others. Before boarding the ferry, Captain Hawkins half-jokingly said to the navigator beside him, "Sir, I'm surprised that you would still agree to be our navigator." In short, you are now a plantation owner and a slave owner. ”

Kasiano grinned, his hands on his hips and his eyes on the calm sea in the distance of the harbor, "Captain, I have lived on ships since I was a teenager, and I don't think I will forget that I am a sailor until the day I die. ”

"But life on board is still very difficult."

"Snatching bread from the mouths of rats, eating cheese with maggots and maggot droppings sticking to it, cured meat that can't be blown up even with artillery, captain, do you want to tell me?"

"Hahaha... Indeed, sir, you are a good sailor. ”

Isabel, who was a few steps away from the two, sneered and squinted at the navigator, "Excellent, but it can't change the fact that you are a colonist and a slave owner." ”

When she saw the other person looking at her, she smiled, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm going back to the boat first." ”

Cassiano smiled and walked over to her and nodded politely, "Miss Brenda, will you be on the same boat with me?" ”