"It's not bad from a distance, not as ugly as you said..." This beam of sunlight shone on the headland of Gibraltar, setting off the Carl Fort at the top, which is particularly gloomy and solemn. This building built of cement and stone is almost the same color as the mountain. It looks like a turtle when lying there, which is really not good-looking. But Hong Tao thinks it is very pleasing because in his eyes it is an armed fortress, solid and practical, the most beautiful. What's wrong with the turtle? The turtle who can help him bite is a good turtle!

"People nearby don't want to enter this harbor anymore. They said there was a devil living here, and they called me the Lich Earl behind their backs..." Carl had long known Hong Tao's aesthetic level and knew that complaining was useless, but he still had to say that it was uncomfortable if he didn't say it was uncomfortable.

"Hahahaha... This title is very powerful. We work together to make you a great devil. With your ability, you should be at least a king. By the way, let me tell you something. The Golden River Bay is gone and the Golden River Empire is what do you think?" Hong Tao is familiar with the title of Lich Earl. He has played World of Warcraft in his previous life, and he doesn't feel that this name is frustrated. When he talks about the king, he remembers a serious matter, and he doesn't know that he is the emperor Carl.

"Thoughts? What does it mean?" Carl's mind was still far apart from Matini, especially in terms of details. He couldn't even hear the difference between Jinhewan and Jinhe Empire.

"It's really boring to chat with you... The Golden River Empire! The Holy Roman Empire!" It's the most annoying thing to want to brag but no one supports you. You excitedly thought about the words behind, but the other party just won't give you a step to say it!

"...You want to join forces with my cousin?" Carl still didn't understand, but instead thought further.

"I am even your uncle! Empire, I am the emperor. Just like your cousin, I am the emperor of the empire!" There was no way. Guan Hongtao couldn't sell this, so he could only serve it out without any effect.

"It's useless to shout to me. You'd better go and talk to my cousin yourself. It happened to be a chat with the two emperors. I told him that he wouldn't believe it..." Carl was so deceased that he couldn't get out of the dead end. He thought Hong Tao wanted him to inform Frederick II.

"Dedede, I originally wanted to give you a governor of the Empire or something. Metini and Pojiao are already governors, so don't you want to have one?" Hong Tao saw that Carl was not up to the point, so he could only throw out his killer move.

"I think that fat black man dares to be the governor, he should be my slave!... Oh, yes, emperor... I don't have to kneel down and kowtow like the Song Dynasty etiquette. Don't you like kowtow?" Karl immediately returned when he heard the name of Metini, and then he realized that Hong Tao was the emperor. He knelt on the chest and legs with one hand and kowtowed to Hong Tao with a knight's salute.

"You are the smelliest of all the officials I have appointed... How many days have you been washing your hair? It's all rolled out, it seems that there are still little bugs crawling!" Hong Tao had no good idea when he met such a person with extremely lack of emotional intelligence. He was about to accept his gift, but when he lowered his head, he saw his messy hair and almost vomited it out.

Carl Fort and when he left last year, there was not much change. It didn’t have as vast space as Cape Town to display its talents. Moreover, Carl is not a good business owner. In addition to the completion of the castle, there is a row of small houses on the shore. This is a workshop for making whale oil, so the taste is not mentioned. Also, there seems to be a little more population. Not only are there people working on the shore, but there are also people patrolling the walls of the castle. It seems that Carl is good at doing military affairs. He trained slaves into soldiers in just one year, and his every move is quite good.

"Where is another ship going out to whales?" Hong Tao did not see another small sailboat in the harbor.

"It's sunk... I was sunk by the storm, and six sailors from Jinhewan died. This kind of ship is very difficult to operate in the storm, and it leaks everywhere, which is very difficult to use!" Carl reluctantly said his journey to Maicheng, his tone full of complaints. It is indeed a bit difficult to let a person who is used to driving the Jinhewan battleship to drive a medieval European sailboat. Those ships do not have a steady slab and the ship shape is not suitable for deep sea navigation.

"It's okay, I'll leave you a salmon-grade ship when I leave. It's hard for you. This kind of hard life may have to last a few years... I can't come here every year in a short period of time, and I might have to see you again in two years." Hong Tao did not complain about Carl's carelessness. He couldn't be careful about this thing. Who knows when he would encounter a storm? Once he was driving in high seas, the difference between the ocean-going ship type and the offshore ship type was immediately reflected. Even if he was on it, he could only leave it to fate. Carl is one of his few friends and an important piece he had planted in Europe. He can't lose him because of a storm. Even if he risked the rapid spread of technology, he had to be saved.

"Hehehe... Can I go to Cape Town to find Metini?" Carl was frowning a second ago, and when he heard that there was a new ship, he immediately laughed. He immediately remembered to torture Metini. He and Metini were born enemies.

"Don't go! You can't beat Metini if ​​you go. He now has tens of thousands of people, a warship, an armed cargo ship, and a turret equipped with 135 cannons. Your ship will be dead to sink. If he captures you, he will definitely find five little black men to give birth to children every day, which will exhaust you!" Hong Tao's only hobby for Carl is really hard to understand. He ran so far to torture others mentally, and he can't beat or kill them. What are you trying to do?

"You treat him better than me..." Carl was very unhappy, sadder than losing a ship.

"No, no, no, if you are in Cape Town, I will treat you like this. This is not a personal grudge, but a national need. Don't forget that I am the emperor now and I have to be responsible to all the citizens. Like your cousin, I need to do a lot of unwilling things..." In fact, Hong Tao and Carl are the most worry-free. This guy is very simple and has no ambitions, like a child. As long as you find him a big toy he likes, he will never bother you. You can do whatever you ask him to do.

"Then I don't want Carl Fort anymore. I want to go back to be the captain..." Carl was serious. It seemed that he was really not happy here.

"Hey! Don't be ignorant of it! There are only three governors in total, you are one of them. Do you know what governor is? From now on, you will be the local emperor here. In addition to abiding by the general principles of the empire and protecting the interests of the empire, you can do whatever you want. No one can care about you. I am not satisfied? Otherwise, let's change, you go back to be the emperor, and I will stay here as the governor? There are so many noble ladies who don't go to visit each other, and you don't need money, so you can kill them with gems!" Hong Tao saw that he was so soft that he could only do it. He only had three moves to deal with Carl, first soft and then hard. If he didn't succeed, take him out for fun, and then he forgot all his previous unhappiness.

"Anyway, I don't like it here. I'm just training all day long. You don't let me take my soldiers ashore, and no one comes to attack me. My greatest pleasure is to go out to sea and whaling. There is no good boat yet!" Hong Tao's second move did not work, and Carl was still unhappy to stay.

"...Why don't I take you around the New World? No one has ever been there, so we are the first one!" Hong Tao had no choice but to take his last move.

"That's in the west?" Carl stopped complaining, stared at a pair of blurry eyes and pointed a finger to the west.

"Must! Let the cargo ship stay here to help you guard your home. We drive the Golden River and bring your soldiers with you." Hong Tao has always wanted to go to America. On the one hand, he wants to find cash crops such as tobacco, potatoes, corn, peppers, rubber, etc. On the other hand, he feels that the more he drags on, the fewer opportunities he can go. It is not his opinion that the old man Bofu is unwilling to travel long distances by himself. In the future, there will be more and more opinions. The title of this emperor is like a shackle, and it will become tighter and tighter. It is better to take advantage of this time to go to America first, and there is no regret that he can't come out in the future.

"When will I leave? I have to prepare first. How many soldiers do I need to bring? I only have more than 200 people, why don't I borrow some from my cousin?" When Carl heard that he was going out for an adventure, he still took the soldiers there. Nothing was gone. He rubbed his hands and turned around in circles, thinking about whether the soldiers in his hand were enough.

"Don't, bringing a hundred people is enough. If there is too much Jinhehao, I can't afford it. I'll send these goods to Genoa first, then arrange Lao Wen, and leave when I come back. Don't go out to sea these days, go to raise some supplies, the more the better." Hong Tao likes this kind of life of leaving. What emperors, empires, Mongolia, and Song dynasties are all thrown behind. I'm not a coolie when I travel through time. I'm not a coolie. People who don't have fun can live a life of no matter what they want. I'll kill you!

The two people with similar smells hit it off. Hong Tao's fleet only rested in Carl Fort for a day, then hurriedly set sail to Genoa Port to unload the goods. Carl was not idle either. He drove a boat to the south of the strait to discuss the supply matter with the local tribal leaders. The Jinhe was very greedy and was preparing to sail. If he didn't say hello in advance, no port on the coast of North Africa could raise so many supplies.

After a year, Genoa Port was much more lively than when I came last time, especially the Saracens's spinnakers and Byzantine double-deckers, which filled the docks. The free trade port without taxes was too attractive to merchants of this era. Goods from the eastern Mediterranean were continuously imported from here to the European continent, and merchants from the European continent could buy goods from here at relatively cheap prices and then traffic them to the inland Europe. The prosperity brought by the influx of taxation could make up for the tax gap, and even surpass them. In fact, tax exemption alone did not have such a great effect. The main reason is that Frederick II had a good reputation among the Saracens. He was not an emperor who hated pagans. He could even resolve the Eastern Expedition through negotiations. He would definitely not be able to mess around with a business. Those friends from the emperor from Saracens, Byzantine and even Persia also played a leading and exemplary role.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!