Chapter 41: Captain Mad Dog

Outside the port of Fuzhou.

Moya Matos sat cross-legged at the captain's table, in front of the Holy See's priest, Ulysses Andrade.

"Dear Matos, do you really want to go ashore?" Father Ulysses Andrade stroked the cross on his chest in his hand.

"Why not?" Early in the morning, Captain Matos was already a little drunk.

"Is God the only one who needs you to open up new people? The barons also needed new realms and trade. Such a good port also needs a new owner who really understands the sea. After a long voyage, our plate armor and muskets have rusted. Do you know? Ever since I left Amsterdam for my crimes, I've known that there's only one thing that makes plate armor shine brighter, and that's the blood of different enemies. Isn't it?"

Despite being drunk, the captain maintained the demeanor of a Dutch officer. Father Ulysses Andrade, who had followed him on his first expedition, almost forgot the title of the mad dog.

"No, no, no." Father Ulysses Andrade shook his head.

"Child, you can't be so disrespectful to God. God loves the world, and we just let that love envelop these yellow-skinned monkeys. Just like we did on the East Indies and African coastlines. But remember, if they are willing to listen to God's instructions, put away your swords and swords."

"Ho-ho." Captain Moya Matos didn't speak, just watched as the black slaves changed their drinks and then knelt to clean the deck under their feet.

"Don't tell me about these black monkeys, they're not within the scope of civilization." Father Ulysses Andra let go of the cross and stroked the top of the African slave girl's head with his hand.

"Tell me, God loves the world."

"God ~ loves the world." The pronunciation was weird, but the African slave girl repeated it accurately.

"Look, look, this is the power of God."

"Okay. This time, please use the power of God to build your proud church on this land. Don't apply for baron's money anymore. Also, the stained glass is very beautiful, but it may require a lot of silver."

Captain Matos sent Father Ulysses Andrade back with a single word.

"I don't understand, why do you have to create a new enemy within yourself when you have to face this enemy? Do you really want to go against the Holy See?" Father Ulysses Andrade's face turned pale.

"I don't mean to go against the Holy See, nor do I want to go against God. I just want to tell you that, from this day forward, all the proceeds of the fleet here will not be owned by the Holy See until what the Holy See has promised us is satisfied."

"Satisfy what? Need us to openly support Baron Radwan Begi in the East India Company? The Holy See will not, we are only patrons and shepherds of God, but we will not use the power of God to win glory for a mortal who does not know what is good or bad."

"Hehe, hehe, hahaha~"

Captain Moya Matos went from a sinister laugh to a maniacal maniacal, and Father Lisis Andrade subconsciously sat back.

"Every year you will take from the Baron more than 300,000 silver dollars, and innumerable precious stones, tea, silk, and porcelain as smooth as precious stones. You're sucking blood like vampires on top of the fleet, and it's time for you to reciprocate. Excuse me, Father, are you still insisting that you will not present your views at next year's shareholders' meeting? I need you to swear in God's name."

A short-handled musket was thrown onto the table.

"Don't use these satanic things to intimidate the heart of a man who has given himself to God. No, I swear in the name of the Holy See's Bishop in the East Indies that we do not feel that we will be involved in the dealings of the shareholders of the East India Company. Moreover, I will report to the Holy See what you have done. What you owe to the Holy See will have to be doubled back, and what you have hurt the Holy See will all be judged the moment you return to Amsterdam."

"Do you know why you and all thirty-six of your priests are in my fleet? Do you know why I would propose to take you to the ports of this empire called Ming? Do you know why Baron Radwan Begi so readily agreed to my proposal at the battle meeting to provide enough priests for a thousand soldiers in my cabin? You're useless. In the far east and above the mystical sea, God has called you."

"You dare! Do you really not care about the wrath of the Holy See?" Father Ulysses Andrade.

"Do you care, of course?" Said the drunken captain Moya Matos. "This is where my faith lies, how can I not care?"

"Tell us that we want to trade peacefully with the Ming? How can this meet our needs?"

He waved his hand, and soon three attendants came up and picked up Father Ulysses Andrade, and stripped him naked. Without the ornate clothes, jeweled crosses, and gold-adorned packaging, the *** priest Ulysses Andrade was like a white rooster stripped of his hair.

He clasped his hands to his chest and looked at the captain in anger, Moya Matos.

"Hey, Lily, lift your head and take a look, and see how the noble priest who usually pretends to be high up in the world, how is his body different from ours?"

"Hahaha~"

Captain Moya Matos and three of their attendants laughed obscenely.

The captain laughed as he picked up a bundle of dynamite from the table behind him, and motioned for his servant to tie the priest around his waist.

"Don't be angry, my old priest. The last time I was hurt, I received God's support from your words. What a wonderful thing. So, dear Fr. Ulysses Andrade, think again, you are the Bishop who best represents the East Indies. If you think about it, can't you really stand up for our baron?"

Father Ulysses Andrade knew that Captain Moya Matos was nicknamed Mad Dog, but he believed that he had seen countless tyrannical soldiers, and he was confident that as long as he was a servant of God, it was impossible not to be influenced by himself.

This time, however, he felt that he was really wrong.

It seems that Moya Matos is also a believer in God, but why is he not one of the believers he is familiar with? Besides, this shareholder, the Holy See, already had its own candidate, how could it be the hand of Baron Radwan Begi, the son of a ruffian who saved the emperor with a black plaster?

Did he really think that with the title of baron, he was a nobleman?

Although the explosive bag in his waist reminded him that his life might be coming to an end here.

But the priest shook his head.

"My poor child, lost lamb, listen to the call of God in your heart. The Holy See will not support Baron Radwan Begi, but if you can tell God about Baron Radwan Begi's crimes, the Holy See will never give up on those who have found their way out of the way."

Who says a priest doesn't care for his life? At this time, even if he was a servant of God, he still tactfully stated his desire to live.

Mad Dog Captain Moya Matos kissed the priest's cross, and then lit the black powder fuse wrapped around the priest's waist.

The fuse emitted a torrent of fire and began to burn rapidly on the floor.

"Let him go!"

Mad Dog Captain Moya Matos reprimanded the two entourage.

Then he grinned and picked up his glass, which was filled with sweet red wine.

Father Ulysses Andrade stood there, a little at a loss. Then, as if suddenly reacting, he threw himself on the deck like crazy, rubbing the fuse with his hand desperately to break it.

However, the fuse burned too fast, and the long fuse soon burned to the place where he was rubbing. Then the priest groped for the fuse behind him.

"Hahaha~Hahaha~"

Captain Mad Dog

Moya Matos threw the golden cross on the table.

Father Ulysses Andrade snatched the cross, which he had cherished so much, and now became a tool in his hand, trying to cut the fuse.

However, it was still of no use. Soon the long fuse, which dragged on the deck, burned to him, and then all the way up, and soon burned to the middle of the powder pack.

Mad Dog Captain Moya Matos finished the wine in his glass and walked over to the priest who was already slumped on the deck with a nonchalant expression.

"Boom!" He made the sound of explosives exploding with his mouth. The priest shuddered, and Moya Matos gave him a disgusted look.

A stream of heat flowed out from between the two strands of what was aging.

"Hahaha~" Moya Matos laughed maniacally.

"Tie all the thirty-six priests with gunpowder, and go and urge them to see if there is any reply from the other side? If not, we will have to ask the priests to come ashore."