Three Hundred and Eighty Second Braggart

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A humble Brigantine carrying Shiba slowly swayed into the port of Mombasa.

She looks like an old ship, although every part seems to be new when viewed separately, even the hull planks have obvious color differences, not to mention the colorful canvas of the same texture.

The owner of the boat is obviously a pragmatist with relatively affluent means, he pays attention to the maintenance of the boat, and is willing to replace the parts if there is a slight delay.

But he should also have the identity of a traveler, because the parts of the same shipyard rarely change in the processing method, and the finished products processed will not have such a big difference anyway.

Logically speaking, such a person is the most generous...

When the bow touched the shore, the pilot rushed to meet it with the most enthusiastic smile, and was already waiting on the plank road before the ship board was put down.

A man and a woman got off the boat. The man was a handsome gentleman who seemed to be of Western European descent, but the pilot was the most well-informed. He knew that no race was surprising on the Iberian Peninsula, and he could tell his origin by his appearance alone. Yes, but only those ancient nobles with a long history.

Aristocrats are stingy, this is not an aristocrat, this is the second good news today.

As for women...

Women are definitely not Peninsular, and they cannot even be European.

Her yellow skin was clear and translucent, completely different from the dull, burnt-yellow skin of the Indians in the New World.

Her petite figure was elegant and exquisite, and she was wrapped in a long silk dress that tightened her curves, neither protruding nor warping, but she easily captured all the sights on the pier just by grasping her slender waist like a willow swinging in the wind.

The pilot even felt that the moment the woman disembarked, the noisy pier became quiet.

He wouldn't know that what attracted people to Xiao Sanmei was actually the unique charm of the East in this era.

Civilization and barbarism, openness and conservatism are woven into silk and satin like warp and weft, cut into a flag dress that is deliberately simplified for battle, and then paired with Xiao Sanmei's gorgeous appearance that can be admired by both the East and the West, because she and Pierce split up And the stinky and cold face made this charm extraordinarily thrilling.

The pilot quietly moved his eyes away, trying to refocus his attention on the gentleman.

He's fighting his niggers.

"Hashim, check the lights on the ship thoroughly, and watch the sailors clean the cabin inside and out. Those lazy bastards, we clearly signed the contract, but they are not waxing every day at sea! If this kind of carelessness hurts my darling, tell them that dismissal is light, and these savages will never take a copper coin from me!"

"Yes, sir." Hashim lowered his head, trying his best to express respect and restraint, "After this is done, I will take care of your baby as usual, and no one will take care of you until you come back." There is a chance to board."

"Take care of the ship?" The gentleman seemed to have heard some excellent joke, and he untied the whip on his waist and whipped it at Hashem's feet, "You are also a bitch! This is Mombasa, the land where our Portuguese authority shines My baby will be safe here, you only need to worry about my breakfast tomorrow! If I don’t get the crispy egg tarts on time tomorrow morning, I’ll make egg tarts out of your brains!”

"But I have no way of knowing which hotel you will be staying in..."

"Of course it's the best!" The gentleman roared hysterically. "Take my wine and get off the ship. Go to the best hotel and find the best room. I will definitely be there."

"Yes, sir..."

After giving a severe lesson to the slave who wanted to steal and play tricks, the gentleman turned around refreshed, wrapped his whip, and walked down.

The pilot had long been stupefied and forgot to react to the gentleman's approach.

When he woke up, the gentleman had already got off the board, only three to five meters away from him. He shivered violently, thinking that a scolding would be inevitable.

Who knew... Ding!

The unique Qingming of the light and crisp gold, with the special aftertaste of trembling in the wind, dragged him halfway out of fear.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and bent down, dangerously dangerous, and caught the gold coin just before it fell to the ground, with only two fingers.

"Nice catch, sir!" cheered the gentleman.

The pilot hurriedly picked up the gold coin with both hands, bowed his head and said, "Sir, you... your gold coin."

"Here's your tip, sir."

"The Port... Port Authority rules that pilots are not to be tipped, sir."

"Refused to accept tips?" The gentleman reacted for a long time, and suddenly realized, "Sir, how long have you been in this business?"

"Nine months, sir."

"It seems like you need to reach out to your customers more, chat with them, listen to them."

"Please understand the hardships of a civilized person working hard outside. On the sea, the ship is an island. There is not a single civilized Portuguese on this island. It is all perverts from France, farmers from Spain, and desperadoes from the British Isle. disciples!"

"I have to turn myself into a wild wolf. If I wasn't fierce enough, those bastards would have eaten me alive. How could I travel thousands of miles from Machao to this beautiful port of Mombasa?"

"Are you from Macao?" The young pilot was immediately attracted, "Makao is the one in the east..."

"Beautiful salt drying land, a milestone of civilization, the Portuguese are the first powerful nation in the white world to conquer the Qing Dynasty in the East, and only Portugal can make that powerful empire, which is wider than the entire Europe, willingly hand over its land! "

"Er... maybe, isn't it? But I seem to have heard that we are only allowed to live temporarily south of that bay..."

"It is to own the South!" The gentleman spoke a thick Beja dialect that was hard to hear, and repeatedly emphasized with a fanatical expression and body, "We have our own governor, we have our own territory, and we worship God in the church." , convene a court under the laws of Portugal... When has a guest been treated like this? We are the masters there!"

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes."

Pilots are most afraid of dealing with this kind of fanatics. They are moody, kill people at every turn, and even if they make a big mistake, they will confidently say that they have followed God's will.

So he quickly changed the subject.

"Sir, is this beautiful lady next to you..."

"She's Xiao. I saved the life of the governor of Macao Dongfang during a hunt. Xiao is his gift to me, my bodyguard."

"Such a beautiful and delicate lady...a bodyguard?"

The gentleman laughed lewdly immediately: "24-hour protection is the real protection. But unless you are willing to fencing, the only women in this world who can do this are Qing Dynasty women and Japanese women. You should go to Machao or Nagasaki to find them. Otherwise, even if you search through the slave markets all over the world, you will never get what you want!"

The pilot was envious.

This time it's not perfunctory envy, but real envy. He praised from the bottom of his heart: "You are so lucky and brave that you actually saved the life of the governor of Macao East. I heard that they brought at least 500 people with them when they went out."

"The legend is true!" The gentleman popped out another gold coin with a ding, and it fell precisely on the pilot's open skirt. The octopus-like beast had no choice but to silence him with a cannon, so his guards were helpless, and it was only with my help that he narrowly escaped his life."

"Wow……"

"I can't tell the story of my adventures for three days and three nights, and you can come to me to hear them at any time. Now, boy, tell me where is the best hotel in town?"

For the sake of the two gold coins, the pilot thought desperately, "Of course the best hotel belongs to the Gondor Chamber of Commerce. Their black gold hotel is located on the west side of the dock area. It is an independent small castle facing the sea. It is not only luxurious, but also And strong."

"Is there... um? Interesting projects?"

"interesting?"

"A real Portuguese woman, be enthusiastic and loud! Money is not a problem. Saving the Admiral of the East brought me not only a female bodyguard that even the king would envy, but also gold coins that I can never spend in my life!"

The pilot looked at the gentleman like a monster: "If you want the best whore, she runs a drugstore in town..."

"Are you Portuguese? It's been more than a year, and in my heart, only Portuguese women can be called perfect women."

"Portuguese prostitutes... There is a tailor's shop south of the town hall garden, and the nearest hotel is the town hall park hotel, which is good, but far from the black gold of the Gondor Chamber of Commerce."

"I think I can book rooms in both places." The gentleman laughed, and raised his hand to pop out the third gold coin. "My name is Mincy Howson, remember me, young man. By the way, please pass on to that scumbag on board." Nigger, don't forget my egg tart, that is the only value God allows him to live!"

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