At this time, he said to several palanquin men: "Could it be that you guys saved my life?" ”

Several people first shook their heads like rattles, and then pointed at Wang Shao'an. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"My honorable sir, thank you for saving me." He imitated the appearance of the Chinese and saluted Wang Shaoan with his fists in his hands.

"Haha, that's kind of interesting."

Wang Shaoan noticed that he was wearing a very correct dress, he looked like an official, and he looked like a dusty man, he should have just arrived, and he was taking the sea route.

"What's your name, please?" Wang Shaoan said in the tone of this foreigner.

"My name is Tom Smith, and I'm from the far other side of the ocean, a beautiful place called the Roman Empire." Tom Smith introduced himself.

"What...... Dead or not? A few palanquin drivers didn't understand, and scratched their ears and cheeks and muttered.

"Dear Mr. Tom, as you know, the fact is that Europe has long been divided and divided, barbarians are rampant, and the glory of the great Roman Empire has long been a thing of the past. Now that the Roman Empire is constantly suffering from internal and external troubles, it has long lost the status of a superpower like the Great Song Dynasty, but it only survives by occupying a church. Wang Shao'an said, in fact, he does not particularly understand the European history of the Middle Ages, but now the period of Rome's prosperity has long passed, although the Romans still occupy the territory, but the barbarian people of all ethnic groups continue to attack Rome all year round, as if the Great Song Kingdom was besieged. However, Rome was much worse than the Great Song Dynasty, and the Great Song Dynasty was strong, but Rome was not.

"My dear friends from the East, I am deeply impressed by your wisdom. Well, in fact, my father was a great knight of the Kingdom of France. Strictly speaking, Tom Smith was supposed to be a citizen of the Kingdom of France. Tom Smith said.

"So, my friend, you are a descendant of the barbarian Germans?" Wang Shao'an threw out a standard Parisian French.

"No, I'm a Norman descendant. It's amazing that you can speak my native language. Smith looked surprised.

In fact, for **** and barbaric Europe, it is possible that he is a descendant of any tribe, and Wang Shao'an can't figure out this messy relationship. As a European diplomat, it's not unusual to know several languages. The map of Europe is changing every day, and even with seemingly stable countries, internal conflicts continue.

"Actually, I thought you should speak Latin or German or whatever. Your continent is too chaotic. Wang Shaoan said.

Smith shrugged his shoulders, meaning to acquiesce in Wang Shao'an's words. It turned out that Smith was a diplomatic envoy from the Roman Empire, which later became known as the Byzantine Empire. Now the Germans and Normans, as well as the Hungarians, Arabs and some other small tribes continue to harass Rome, and Rome is constantly troubled internally and externally. He traveled to the far east to ask this powerful country to help them with their problems.

"Friend, that may disappoint you, we are a civilized country, and it is impossible to send troops thousands of miles to help you solve this problem. In fact, your emperor can negotiate with the invaders or tribes, or ask the Russians for help, perhaps better than from thousands of miles away. Wang Shaoan said.

Gojong couldn't even keep his own territory, and he still expected him to go to the European battlefield.

"Friend, you know, they only worship force. And the Russians are too cunning and greedy for fear of luring wolves into the house. Smith said.

After chatting for a while, Tom Smith had basically recovered, and politely invited Wang Shaoan to his mansion as a guest. This young diplomat, the foreign minister of Rome, had come to the Song kingdom for more than the first time.

Smith's mansion was outside the East Side, near a location on the Qiantang River. Smith's mansion is three or four times larger than Wang Shao'an's Qingshui Hall, and the interior layout is a bit of a combination of Chinese and Western flavors. This mansion is not his own, but the Roman Minister of Foreign Affairs, that is, once he is down, the next owner will be the next foreign minister.

"Yes, then, as for the people who came with you, it couldn't be that you came here alone in a boat." Wang Shaoan asked curiously.

"They are all busy with transactions, and they are in the hands of some adults in the Great Song Kingdom, not me, and I don't have the money to support such ordinary idlers."

Smith took out a few glass balls and ivory products and handed them to Wang Shao'an.

"My dear friend, this is your gift to save Tom."

Wang Shaoan was not polite, and took the things, the small glass ball was probably the kind that a three-year-old child played, but the ivory carving was very exquisite, a vivid leopard.

"Mr. Wang, I'll take you to a very interesting place, I don't know if you're interested?" Smith asked.

Wang Shaoan agreed without thinking about it, but he was curious about what foreigners were playing.

It's a rather secluded place, a broken ship resting on the ground that no one will care about at all. Smith slipped through the cracked hull and fumbled around the ground to lift a deck, revealing the entrance to the Black Hole. Smith climbed down the stairs, and Wang Shaoan followed suit.

After going around left and right for a while, a stone door was pushed open, and the scene in front of it suddenly opened up, with bright lights, noisy crowds, and luxurious decorations.

This is an underground black gambling house, to be precise, it can be said to be a casino, and the previous gambling house is nothing compared to this place.

Moreover, the audience is basically full of young people, presumably all of them are children of princes and nobles. There are also many foreigners who play here.

It is definitely not an ordinary person who can afford to open a casino of this scale, Wang Shaoan thought.

A young man happened to notice that someone had entered the entrance, so he hurried to meet him.

"Are you Mr. Smith, or Mr. Vantling, or which sir?" The young man asked with a smile.

"Oh my friend, I'm Smith." Smith replied in fairly fluent Chinese.

It's not that he doesn't know Smith, on the contrary, he and Smith are old acquaintances, but in his eyes, these Westerners almost look the same, and it is not particularly easy to distinguish.

"Hahaha, I've guessed, Mr. Smith, brought a friend today? Look at this friend's appearance, not like a Westerner? The young man looked at Wang Shaoan a few times and asked.

"This is my friend, Mr. Wang Shao'an, Mr. Wang, he is a royal doctor, he just cured my illness, so bring him to have fun, I think Mr. Lin, you will not have an opinion, right?" Smith said.

"Of course, I am fortunate to meet Lord Wang. My name is Lin Yuanfei. Lin Yuanfei arched his hand and said.