The ground floor of the Arsha Inn is not large, with only two long tables and a small bar. There are not many people in the www.biquge.info of the pen, and compared with other taverns and inns near the docks, it even seems a little deserted. The people who can dine here are not ordinary sailors and retail merchants, because the prices of alcohol and food here are much higher than in other places. When Pierre and Galliani pushed the door in, they didn't attract much attention, except that the black waiter behind the bar raised his eyelids and glanced at the door while wiping the plate in his hand, and then went about his work without saying hello at all.

"I'll treat you, you go find a quiet seat first, and we'll talk while we drink." Pierre didn't see the innkeeper named Arsha, and was a little impatient. He made an excuse to push Galliani away, and walked to the bar alone.

"......" saw someone walking towards him, and the black waiter finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head, but still did not speak.

"May I ask if Miss Arsha is there?"

"If you want to drink, just come to me. My name is Lika, what do you want to drink? The black waiter opened his mouth, and a smile finally appeared on Pierre's serious face. The black man spoke Latin, with the same accent as the black men who had come to Sun City last year, and Pierre was sure that he must have come from Cape Town, and that he must have spoken Chinese.

"Give me two glasses of Tacura, it's the money...... Pierre pulled the leaf carved out of black wood from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

“…… The wine you want is very valuable, I need to go to the cellar to get it, please later. When the black waiter saw the leaf, he was visibly stunned for a moment, and then regained his languid virtue. But his hand was not slow at all, he took the towel and wiped the counter, swept the leaf into his hand, and turned his head into the small door behind the bar.

Arsha's real name was Udai, and as early as 1245, she was captured from a village on the Red Sea by a Great Song slave catcher and sold to the port of Callamba, where she worked as a servant in the family of a Great Song merchant. At that time, she was still a young mother, and in order to support her one-year-old daughter, Wu Dai worked hard every day to learn the language of the Song Dynasty merchants, trying her best to please her master, and even thought that in the future, her daughter would also go to school in this bustling big city like other children here. Unfortunately, a year later, she still did not escape the fate of a slave, became a kind of goods that was sold to others by her master, and was sent to a sea ship with her daughter, and sailed across the ocean to a city called Cape Town.

It was in Cape Town that she first met the thin old man, whom he said was Cixi. From then on, Udai's nightmare came. The new owner did not ask her and many other young girls of all ethnic groups to do household chores, but hired a few teachers and asked them to learn various languages, manners, dances, mathematics, history, ways of chatting with people, skills to please men, and the ability to connect with secret languages.

The four years she spent in Cape Town were the days when Udai would wake up from her sleep. She had never known that there were so many disgusting things in the world, and she had never seen such a ruthless person. In less than a year, more than half of the girls who were trained with her were killed, mutilated and buried with their own hands by the rest of the female trainees for the sole reason that they failed in the examinations held every three months.

In order to save her life and that of her daughter, Wu Dai played with her life every day to learn all kinds of unpleasant knowledge. Fortunately, God gave her a fairly smart head, coupled with her hard work and tenacity, she was at the top of every assessment, and she could not become the target of other people's killings. As for who you want to kill, it doesn't matter, as long as you don't get killed, it's the happiest and happiest thing, and you will wake up laughing when you sleep.

In the past four years, these girls also know another thing, their new owner Cixi is a demon, or a demon that people can't fight. Udai would rather fight alone with the big warships anchored in the harbor than face the gloomy old man alone, and chills all over his body when he is in the same room.

However, the demon was still very generous to the obedient people, and he sent his group of men by ship to a place called Karlburg, and then they lost contact with each other. In the end, she was arranged to be in the port of Ceuta and became the female owner of this small inn. She didn't know where the other companions were, and she shouldn't have figured out. All she knew was that she had a booklet in her hand, and this booklet was the life of herself and her daughter, and there were more than a dozen people's names and cities on it, and she didn't know any of them.

His mission is twofold, one is to use this tavern as a cover, every day from the mouths of the guests to inquire about all useful information, and then write it down in secret language, every three months or six months, someone will come to pick it up. The other is to wait for the person holding this black leaf woodcut to come to him, and seeing the leaf is like seeing Cixi herself, and what to do later is to follow the instructions of the visitor.

"How did he stay with that liar?" Now that the black woodcut leaf appeared, Artha took out another leaf of her own, compared the lines on the two leaves, and confirmed the identity of the visitor. Out of an abundance of caution, Artha did not immediately go to the bar to meet the man, but followed the black man behind the bar, and through a viewing hole in the wall of the bar, he saw Pierre and Galliani sitting in the corner. Apparently, she knew the latter.

"I don't know, the two of them came in together." The black waiter shook his head.

"You go get the wine to the liar, keep an eye on him, I'll go to the bar." No matter what happens, he must go to the man with the black tobacco leaf, this is an order not to be disobeyed, and if there is a mistake, he and his daughter who is far away in Cape Town will die. The four black waiters in the inn were nominally their subordinates, but they were not entirely subordinate to themselves, and they were only a cooperative relationship, and they had to ask Cixi what their tasks were. His real subordinates are all upstairs, and those seven or eight girls are the downlines that they have developed, but unfortunately they can't help themselves except for using their posture to inquire about information.

"I'm Artha, you take it, it's mine." Arriving at the bar in broken steps, Arsa smiled as if she had seen a regular customer, returned Pierre's leaves, and handed over her identification by the way.

"My name is Pierre, this is for you, I'll wait for you at the table. By the way, do you know the guy who came with me? His name is Galliani, and he came with me by boat from the port of Renaya, and he brought me to you. But I can't get rid of him now, I said I came to sell quinine secretly, and he had his eye on me. Pierre was not attracted by Arsha's beauty and smile, and there were many more beautiful women in Cité Soleil, but in his eyes, they were no different from the others, they were all children of the Sun God.

“…… Quinine...... You're really good at trading! He's a liar, you go back first, I'll figure it out. "Arsha had never seen a man like this, his eyes were so clear, he saw himself as if he was looking at a forest and the sea, not at all like he was looking at people. She has received four years of professional training, and she can see the desire in a man's heart at a glance, and she has never missed a hand, but this time the other party did not react.

After leaving the bar, Arsa returned to her room, locked the door, and opened the leather envelope that Pierre had given her. Inside is a secret letter written in whaleskin paper, which simply takes Pierre to Seville in an unobtrusive manner, and then does his best to help him approach the two religious leaders who had traveled from North Africa to Seville to participate in the Holy Chronicle before the Holy Feast and complete the assassination mission. The best outcome for these two religious leaders is to kill, and at the very least, to kill and wound, and to make Pierre's identity a European nobleman.

"Allah...... Who exactly does he work for? Earl Karl and Baron Jiang definitely don't have such great energy, could it be that the Eastern Empire is coming? ...... "Artha is not stupid, on the contrary, if she was stupid, Cixi would have buried her in the tobacco field a long time ago." What will be the consequences of assassinating the religious leader of the Berbers at this time, and disguise himself as a European nobleman, any sailor on the dock will give the right answer. Even if the two Berber dynasties were unwilling to continue the war, the matter could not be suppressed, and the Iberian Peninsula would soon be plunged into a war, and this time it would be more fierce than the last time.

It's a pity that Artha is just a small chess piece, whether she likes it or not, for her own life and her daughter's life, this task must not only be completed, but she must do her best to do it well. According to the rules of the organization, a person like her, who holds other swallows in her hands, is considered a bird's nest, and as long as she encounters a large-scale operation, regardless of whether it is successful or not, the bird's nest will readjust its latent position afterwards. Maybe I can leave this humble city and move to a more comfortable place, closer to my daughter. If the task is completed to the satisfaction of the master, it may be possible to transfer back to the headquarters to take up a post, so that you can see your daughter often.

But how do you accomplish this task? It was not difficult to send Pierre to the city of Seville, although it was a Berber city, but it was not the same as the Berber cities in the interior of North Africa, the vast majority of whom were Berbers, and an outsider could recognize them at a glance. The people of Seville are very complex, there are all kinds of people, as long as there are people who answer, they can successfully establish themselves in the city. (To be continued.) )