Zhou Qingfeng didn't know whether the Father Marcelo and the child Santos he met were reliable or not, and his knowledge of Goa was very superficial, and it could even be called blank. Instead of letting yourself be ignorant, it is better to make a big noise and let more people know about their existence, and a lot of fog will naturally disappear in the case of competition.

Of course, the premise of doing this is that you have to have considerable ability, otherwise you will only be robbed by someone holding gold in the downtown area. And on this trip, Zhou Qingfeng was also a little unsure of his own force. After dark, he took Guo Jiao and Bian Mao to make a cursory survey of Goa, and roughly figured out the location of several important places and forces in the city.

Churches, governor's palaces, barracks, ports, these places are extremely powerful. Under the gaze of Tianyan, Zhou Qingfeng roughly estimated that there were no less than 20 strong people in Goa City who had reached level nine or above.

The beginning of the Age of Discovery was really the end of the Renaissance. More than 200 years of innovation are bearing fruit, and now is the era of rapid progress in literature, art, religion, science, and society in Europe. The European talent of the moment has been in abundance for hundreds of years.

Historically, China has entered the period of 'My Great Qing Dynasty'......

In the eyes of heaven, Zhou Qingfeng could see that the entire city was full of places where spiritual power gathered. He was most concerned about the ships in the harbor, and those large ships that could easily reach hundreds or even thousands of tons all had extremely strong spiritual reactions. This situation has never been seen in the Central Plains - the Han people, as an agrarian people, really do not have such a powerful fleet at present.

This seems to be some kind of missing in the psychic tech tree.

Zhou Qingfeng regretted that he didn't bring Wen Ruolan for Mao. With that Xueshen sister here, I can analyze it on the spot. In the face of the development of Western technology, he and Guo Jiao were only confused like blind people touching elephants.

"Shall we go up and have a look?" Guo Jiao asked. She and Zhou Qingfeng stood by the port in Goa, and also expressed their amazement at the huge warships on the harbor wharf. She thought that the 500-ton steamship built by the 'revolutionary army' was big enough, but who knew that compared to the ones in front of her, it was still a trumpet.

"These ships all have some kind of religious core of will, and they are strongly repelling me." Zhou Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Unless I work hard, I can't go up." The worst part was that Goa was so far away from the Central Plains that I was cut off from the support I received. This place is full of Abrahamic power, and I am uncomfortable about it. ”

"What Abraham?" Guo Jiao asked.

......, Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "It is the spirit of faith of our enemy. Probably only we Han people in this world do not believe in God, and other peoples and civilizations have created their own gods with the help of collective ideas. And now we are on someone else's territory, and someone else's God doesn't welcome us. To be precise, the Oriental Desire that has been condensed in me is not welcome. ”

"Aren't we in an enemy camp, and it's very dangerous?" Guo Jiao looked left and right, for fear that a few powerful opponents would jump out in the dark.

"There are dangers, but there's no need to be too afraid. These cores are unconscious, they are attached to a statue or object, and they do not react unless they are urged by a strong person or actively stimulated by me. After all, this is a port, and there are countless heretics and heretics like carp crossing the river. ”

"And you're so scary?"

"I'm worried about the future. Sooner or later, these will be our opponents. ”

Zhou Qingfeng wandered around the city and returned to Father Marcelo's monastery late at night. The next day, Father God went out to solicit merchants and prepared to contact some wealthy merchants in Goa for an auction. The child Santos took Zhou Qingfeng to find slave traders and horse dealers.

"Sir, what kind of slave do you want?" Santos asked, "There are many slave traders in Goa, and there are many sources and types of slaves. ”

"Who is the biggest slave trader?"

"The largest slave traders were of course the local kings, but the slaves they sold were not of high quality, and most of them were untouchable slaves. Can only be used for farming. The best slaves were all shipped by the pagans of heaven. "When Santos speaks Chinese, he is quite confused about the names of places, countries, nationalities, etc. However, Zhou Qingfeng can understand it if he asks a few more words-Tianfang, isn't it Arabia.

"I need the best slave girls, around the age of six to sixteen. The age limit may be relaxed for those with special qualifications. Zhou Qingfeng said. For his request, Guo Jiao, who was following behind, couldn't help but pinch him several times. He could only confess to his sister-in-law: "These are all souvenirs that my brothers asked me to bring." I don't want it myself, so I can do it. ”

Guo Jiao snorted twice, obviously not believing it.

As for the Arabian horse, it is naturally also looking for an Arab merchant.

With Santos leading the way, Zhou Qingfeng went to the Arab merchant hall in the city. When he entered a domed complex in the style of the Green Cult, he saw merchants wrapped in turbans and smoking hookahs. Most of these merchants sit cross-legged in the shade of trees, in the hallway, in the living room, and can talk happily with a random carpet.

Zhou Qingfeng's appearance quickly aroused the businessmen's sensitive business sense, and some people took the initiative to stand up and talk to them without Santos introducing them. With Santos' translation, the two sides were able to communicate.

An old Arab man was very interested in Zhou Qingfeng's clothes, and when he heard that the Chinese merchant wanted to buy a female slave, he showed a simple smile like an old peasant - there was a tall palm grove in the courtyard of the hall, and the old man only clapped his hands and shouted a few times, and immediately a servant came out to spread out a large carpet and put all kinds of fruits, wines and dishes.

Santos leaned next to Zhou Qingfeng and whispered: "This Lord Mohammed thinks that you must be a prince, he said that your dress is very ordinary, but the perfume on your maid is extremely precious and valuable. ”

That's a bit of a nuance.

Zhou Qingfeng doesn't care much about dressing up, but the women around him are all people with exquisite lives. Now even the most simple Wen Ruolan has begun to pursue some women's daily necessities. Guo Jiao is even more naturally white and beautiful, and she seems to be very casual and arrogant. But the father of the family is Guo Budo, and he has never owed his daughter in terms of food and clothing.

Guo Jiao never felt that there was anything special about the incense powder she used daily, and Zhou Qingfeng only felt that it smelled good, but he never thought about how precious this thing was. But the man who came out was clearly a good man. He saw that Zhou Qingfeng's aura was strong, and then he saw that although Guo Jiao covered her face, a maid could use the best perfume, and her identity as the owner was definitely worth overestimating.

The open-air feast was set up in half an hour, and all the Arab merchants who had been sitting here and there in the hall gathered together. Several ** dancers and musicians immediately appeared, and a bunch of people began to sing and dance, and the atmosphere became active in a blink of an eye.

"Hahaha......." Zhou Qingfeng was hearty, and he sat down with Lord Muhammad. Guo Jiao had never seen such a scene, and was inexplicably surprised. However, Santos followed the light, and jumped from a little beggar on the street to a guest, and he drooled at the sight of a plate of hand-grabbed mutton.

Master Muhammad smiled on his face, and casually handed the plate of mutton to Santos, but the slight disdain and greed in his eyes were still caught by Zhou Qingfeng. The latter knew that his details had been known by the other party - a rich man from the East, with an extraordinary background, but he had no roots in Goa and was not familiar with the place, so he casually found a beggar to be a translator.

Fools know that this could be a big fat sheep!

"These people seem to be fine." Guo Jiao's eyes swept around, and aside from the embarrassment at the beginning, she felt that these Arab businessmen were very good and very hospitable. Although those belly dancers make people blush, the exotic scenery that they have never seen before is still curious.

"If you really think so, I'm afraid that someone will sell you and still count the money." Zhou Qingfeng talked to Guo Jiao, and he himself picked up the milk wine and clinked glasses with Master Muhammad frequently. Santos was a child after all, and he had been conquered by that plate of mutton. He couldn't speak to the Arab businessmen in front of him, but the meaning of eating and drinking at the banquet was the same.

A bunch of Arabs wanted to persuade them to drink, and Zhou Qingfeng happily drank a few large glasses. But when he finished drinking, he patted Santos on the head and ordered, "Don't eat any more." Tell them, I want to see slave girls, I want the best. ”

Santos trembled when he was slapped a few times, as if he knew that it was very inappropriate for him to eat and drink without regard for this. He hurriedly put down the plate containing the mutton, knelt down and shrunk behind the carpet, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir." I've never eaten such delicious lamb before, and I'm greedy for a while. Do not chase. ”

"I won't punish this time, but I hope there won't be another time." Zhou Qingfeng didn't mind forgiving this little mistake. He laughed and said: "Tell Muhammad what I mean." ”

When Lord Muhammad heard this, he laughed. He clapped his face and shouted a few times, and the dancer immediately saluted and retreated. After a while, accompanied by a melodious flute, four sturdy manservants slowly approached carrying a wooden bed, on which lay a young woman with a bewitching posture.

This woman wears a hand pillow, wears a thin veil, and her plump figure is completely **, and the most conspicuous decoration on her body is the nipple ring hanging on the double peaks. After the men put the wooden bed down, she slowly lifted her legs and got off the wooden bed, showing off her graceful posture. The Arabs present were amazed at her perfection, and Lord Muhammad trembled with laughter.

Guo Jiao was frightened by the dissolute form of this alien woman, and hid behind Zhou Qingfeng, and kept scolding words like 'absurd and obscene'. Only Zhou Qingfeng said to Santos without giving face: "Let them change, I want to order it naturally, not this kind of goods that have been processed." ”

Santos asked Zhou Qingfeng about the meaning of 'natural' and 'processed', and then relayed it to Lord Mohammed. The Arab merchant was angry at first, pointing to the woman who had been carried out and saying that it was his best good. But when he understood what Zhou Qingfeng meant, he showed an understanding smile again.

"Oh...... Guest of the East, I know what you want. You are virgins who have never been touched. Rest assured, we have all kinds of goods here, and you will definitely be satisfied. But can I know what you're going to pay for? ”

Faced with such questions, Zhou Qingfeng took out a small box from his storage bag and placed it directly on the carpet in front of him - the eyes of a bunch of Arabs suddenly widened, and it can even be said that they were frightened. They jumped up one by one, their attention not on the box at all, but on Zhou Qingfeng. The Lord Muhammad glared even more, as if he had seen a god.

Seeing these people's reactions so huge, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly thought - these guys should be well-informed people, why don't they seem to be dumbfounded? Could it be that the storage bag technology is unique to the Central Plains?