Alfonso felt like he was moldy.

His bad luck started in that dark little bar in Lisbon three years ago.

Somehow that day, when the blind Moorish man swore to Alfonso that the Far East could make a fortune, Alfonso, who had heard similar words countless times and thought that he was invincible, was inexplicably moved this time.

The guy boasted that he had been caught in a storm in Japan in the Far East more than a decade ago, and that it was only by throwing all the ballast cargo away that the tragedy of capsizing was averted. But after slipping into Nagasaki, he found that he had no money for food, so he had to collect all the weapons on the ship and sell them, and no one expected to sell them for a sky-high price—an ordinary Rumi gun sold for twenty times the price of Istanbul!

Alfonso's story touched the Moorish story, and the next day he set out for Istanbul.

A thousand finely crafted Rumi, twenty of Europe's newest six-pounder field guns, and ten of the twelve- and eighteen-pounder marine guns each had almost all of Alfonso's savings over the years of sailing, and he had staked all his fortune on the voyage like a gambler—and according to the Moors, Japan was at war and weapons were the most popular commodity.

Oh all-powerful God, please punish these damned infidels!

After more than half a year of arduous sailing, after more than half a year of arduous sailing, Alfonso finally arrived at the place of his dreams, Nagasaki.

When he arrived in Nagasaki, he realized that he had been fooled - the country in front of him was peaceful and tranquil, and there was no trace of war in sight.

The officials of the shogunate gave him a price for his boatload of weapons, but the price made Alfonso want to jump into the sea - a Lumi gun only cost eight taels of silver, God, when Alfonso bought it in Istanbul, it would cost six or seven taels of silver when converted into Japanese treasury silver! Could it be that he crossed half the world just to make this pitiful profit?

Enraged, Alfonso did not hesitate to reject the shogunate's offer, but his crew, seeing that the so-called windfall had become a mirror flower, actually took advantage of his unpreparedness and ran away - Nagasaki had Western merchant ships, and skilled sailors were very popular.

At this point, Alfonso was in a desperate situation, and even if he disposed of the weapons at the shogunate's price and re-recruited sailors to return to the Mediterranean, he would become a complete pauper.

In this way, the hapless Alfonso was left in Nagasaki, and in desperation, he took the contents of the cup as God, and got drunk every day.

It was precisely because of his drunkenness that Alfonso would challenge the tall and mighty Ming man in the Flower Pavilion.

Alfonso woke up a little regretful, but he didn't take it seriously at all - what about the no-show? Nagasaki is so big, the people of the Ming Kingdom will definitely not be able to find themselves, and it's a big deal not to go to the Hanamakan to drink during this time.

Even if Alfonso is in a desperate situation, he still cares about his life - a duel? Only fools will do it!

But he didn't expect that within a few days, he would really bump into that Ming Guoren head-on.

Oh! Oh, God! Please forgive me for my nonsense! Save me, lost lamb!

While running for his life in the thick snow, Alfonso did not forget to draw a cross on his chest, praying silently in his heart.

However, God certainly did not hear his prayers, for the Ming man soon caught up with him, and Alfonso fainted after feeling a sharp pain in his neck.

When he woke up again, he found himself back in Qifeng Pavilion, lying on a tatami mat, his face covered with cold well water, and even his thick cotton shirt was soaked.

Two of the four oriental faces in the room are very familiar, which are the boss of the village of Qifeng Pavilion and the interpreter named Fan Zhenglong.

And the one who held his hands and looked at him coldly, Alfonso certainly would not forget that it was the Ming people who rashly challenged him when he was drunk.

Quickly shifting his gaze to the last Oriental face, Alfonso became even more nervous - this was a Ming man he didn't know, with a faint sneering smile on his delicate face, and a pair of lacquer-like eyes that were bottomless, making Alfonso feel like a chicken targeted by a weasel.

“Hetspijtme.” Muttering sorry, Alfonso sat up - since he couldn't get away, he had to find a way to get rid of this damn duel.

After hearing Fan Zhenglong translate this sentence to the handsome Ming person, Alfonso saw that the other party's face was even more ridiculous, and he muttered a lot of Ming Mandarin.

"My family Chu Gongzi said," Fan Zhenglong translated, also in Dutch, "Mr. Alfonso don't worry, this Liu Gongzi doesn't want to duel with you anymore...... Because a man who does not even have the courage to fight is not worthy of being his opponent. ”

Alfonso secretly sighed, thanking God that these barbaric Orientals had finally given up their attempts to harm a civilized man.

As for the sneering expression on the face of the Ming people and the ridicule in their words, Alfonso didn't take it seriously, in his opinion, civilized people should not deal with barbarians.

"Now that the duel has been canceled," Fan Zhenglong continued, "then what Young Master Chu means is that we might as well talk about business." ”

Talking about business?

Alfonso's pale brown eyes quickly swept over the face of the Chu Gongzi, suppressing his beating heart, and he tried to make his face look normal.

Oh thank God! It's been almost a year, and finally someone is willing to buy those weapons.

"Ikdenkdat......" Alfonso had just opened his mouth to say the three words "I think" when he was interrupted by the Chu Gongzi.

“Excuseme,doyouspeakEnglish？”

Alfonso glanced at Chu Gongzi strangely, English? How could this Ming native speak the language of the hillbillies across the strait?

Fortunately, Alfonso's original sailors had Englishmen, so he had no problem with his English skills for everyday conversation.

"Of course." Alfonso replied in English, nodding his head.

"That's great," the smile on Gongzi Chu's face became even stronger, "as long as we can talk directly to each other." ”

He spoke with a strange pronunciation of English, and some words Alfonso had to guess to understand, but this did not prevent him from understanding, so he smiled on his face, put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly, "It is my honor to meet you in the Far East." After discovering that the young man was a potential customer, the Dutch businessman naturally humbled himself.

The two exchanged polite words—of course, in order to get used to each other's pronunciation well—and the Chu Gongzi asked Alfang Cableway straightforwardly, "I heard Mr. Murakami say that you have a lot of muskets from Turkey in your hands?" ”

Alfonso's heart jumped, and he shrugged as if he didn't care, "A lot! A whole lot! ”

"May I ask Mr. Alfonso, how much are you going to sell these muskets?"

Alfonso hesitated for a moment before holding out his index finger.

"Ten taels of silver?"

"Oh no, my friend, it's a hundred taels of silver!"

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