When Zhang Huaisheng arrived at Iris Street, he saw a man wearing a top hat and carrying a civilized stick, looking polite and with a goatee, walking out of Mr. McCarney's door.

"Good evening, sir."

The man took the initiative to say hello to Zhang Huaisheng, buckled his top hat to his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Good evening."

"But who are you?"

Zhang Huaisheng was a little vigilant, this was the first time he had seen outsiders on Iris Street.

"Mr. McCartney will tell you."

Zhang Huaisheng nodded slightly, and then after seeing the man go away, he turned to ask Lao Maitou.

"Who's that guy just now?"

"An American who accepted Wilson's assignment offered to fund us."

"They know Iris Street?"

"Of course, this is the United States after all, and... The founding father of the United States was the hapless King Louis of France. Although the relationship between the two countries is not good on the surface, the French people think that the Yankees are a bunch of ungrateful white-eyed wolves.

Zhang Huaisheng couldn't help laughing.

The meaning of this joke refers to the fact that without the help of the French, I am afraid that the Yankees themselves would not have been able to stand independent at all.

Therefore, Louis XVI, who sold his blood to aid the United States and even moved his own head, should be the father of the United States, not Washington.

When Zhang Huaisheng was a child, he read a storybook that described "the minute man in the United States".

One minute man refers to the fact that the American Independence Army is elusive, can assemble in one minute, and retreat in one minute,

But from another point of view, isn't it a rabble that is about to collapse at the touch of a button?

"But the relationship between the French royal family and the United States is still very good, they have a lot of industries here, and the agents are generally developing well."

"This is all so that after the next defeat for the throne, I can go abroad again?"

"Perhaps, but I don't think there will be any more stunned youths like the Commune."

The public execution of a king sounds like a pleasure, but the consequence is that all the monarchies of continental Europe have a strong sense of vigilance against the Dancing Shovel.

Now, although the era of imperial power is coming to an end, the spokesmen of the capitalists have begun to take power and fight against the traditional aristocracy.

But at the time of Louis XVI, the emperor and the kings, were the protagonists of that era.

These European royals, although they all have evil intentions and fight each other, but in the end, most of them are relatives, and in the matter of the commune, they are naturally in the same spirit.

"Mr. McCartney, it's been a long night, why don't you have some music?"

"There's a piano in the villa opposite, and if you can, you can try playing it."

"Hey, Mr. McCarney, you're from Gael, can't you play a bagpipe to me?"

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, are you asking an old man over sixty years old to play music for you?"

"We transcendentals, don't look at age!"

"Well... Actually, I won't, don't show a look of disbelief, not all Gaelic people wear plaid skirts and bagpipes... You have to be considerate that every nation will have people who do not understand the law. ”

"But almost all the Gaelic people I've ever met, play bagpipes.

Even Killian, who looks rude, can play "Brave Scotland" and "The Rooster of the North" on bagpipes. ”

McCarney was a little helpless by Zhang Huaisheng's ridicule, he waved his sleeves: "Go ahead, go and show me your musical talent, if you really play well, then mock me about the rhythm problem."

By the way, remember not to mess with other things, the original owner will come back and find me trouble. ”

"Okay."

Zhang Huaisheng agreed.

He does know how to play the piano, and in his previous life, he signed up for a piano cram school when he was a child, and he could play a few specific tunes.

In this life, the original owner learned it when he was studying abroad.

It can be seen that the original owner stayed in Edinburgh, and indeed did not learn any useful knowledge, so he only cared about art and fell in love.

Even if Zhang Huaisheng is a liberal arts student in both lifetimes, he must admit one thing: science and engineering rejuvenate the country.

...

Killian propped up by the mast, the first mate rubbed the cable, the surveyor behind him, corrected the voyage with a sextant, and they set sail at noon to procure supplies, and it was now afternoon.

As sailors, the crew of the Hanseatic that ran the Atlantic route was undoubtedly very qualified.

It would undoubtedly be a great waste to let them abandon their boats and return to land as farmers.

This is also the reason why Zhang Huaisheng plans to recruit new people.

At this time, the first mate suddenly pointed to a wooden sailing ship in the distance and said in surprise: "Hey, hey, what are you kidding, it's the twentieth century, and there will still be pirates flying privateer flags?" ”

On the top of the sailboat in the distance, a black skull flag is hoisted, and there is no doubt about what this means on the sea.

"Didn't you see that their ship was an old Karak wooden sailboat? These old ships, with pirate flags - they must be making movies, if you want me to say. ”

"That's right, this old antique is either in a museum or sunk to the bottom of the sea."

"No, no, no, if the coast is used for fishing, I think it's quite appropriate."

The sailors bragged and fart, and chatted happily.

"No kidding!"

The lookout put down the monoculars, and his voice was pitched: "Quick, turn the rudder, this is a ghost ship!" ”

Ghost ship?

People exclaimed.

"Are you sure you read that right!"

The lookout stood on the lookout and shouted, "I pledge in the name of the great god of the hunt!" It's not a joke, turn the rudder immediately! ”

But the ship was getting closer.

Its stern broke through the white spray and sailed against the wind, but it was still far above the Hanseatic speed, and in a few moments it came to the side of the Hanseatic.

Getting closer, the sailors finally got a glimpse of what the pirate-flagged ship really looked like.

The rotten, blackened hull, the broken sail that was broken and full of holes.

The ship was full of living corpses and skeletons laden with carrion or simply white bones, but at the head was a pale-faced man with a cross-iron helmet, more like a knight than a captain.

It's hard to see a knight dressed like this on a ship.

With a helmet and armor, even rescue after falling into the water has become impossible, and it can only be certain death.

His gaze swept over the crew of the Hanseatic with expressionless faces, and he continued to direct the silent crew as they sailed into the distance.

"Fortunately, their target doesn't seem to be us, and the Hanseatic with a load of cargo can't outrun that ghost ship."

"Run, run, burn the boiler to the max!"

The people on the ship, seeing that they were far away from the ghost ship, screamed as if they had seen ghosts, and they held their breath one by one, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Only Killian suddenly spoke, "Black Knight! ”

"The so-called captain is actually a black knight."

Killian, who had been by Zhang Huaisheng's side for so long, could naturally tell what the black knight should look like.

"Return, we will return to Texas later, this news is very important to Zhang, we must go back and inform him."