The corners of the earl's lips curved down in a sneer, and he turned around and gave a few instructions to a sailor who seemed to be the leader. Then a rapid whistle sounded on the deck. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the fiscal officer, a dozen sailors quickly
Everyone was in position, the carronade gun on the deck was taken off its gun jacket, and quickly turned to starboard, the muzzle was raised, sparks flew everywhere with a loud noise, 48-pound solid iron bullets passed over the bow of the Galen ship, and fired from the gold-coated Nirvana.
The statue of Puton flew over the head and fell into the sea on the other side of the ship. The splashing water column was almost as high as the mast. The second shot hit between the yacht and the Galen ship, and the water column fell down and showered the Galen ship head-on.
On the deck, the shocking effect of the fork shot appeared in front of the quaestor and the earl through the smoke and flying water. A large group of East Indian sailors rushed back and forth on the deck of the Galen ship in panic. On one side of the ship,
The gun door was slowly opened, but there was too much cargo on the ship, and the gun door was closer to the waterline than usual. The sea wind stirred up swells and slapped the ship's hull. The sea water immediately flowed into the open gun door, and it had to be closed again.
The result was that when the Esmeralda had sailed away, the Galen ship was unable to return a single shot.
"Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Andrade finally recovered from his stunned state, "Just one of your cannonballs hit the cabin and it's over. Sanafria has cargo for the colony.
The royal charter for saltpeter, the cargo hold of the ship returning from India must be full of saltpeter. For God’s sake, if the supply of saltpeter to the entire colony is depleted, what do you want His Highness the Governor to do?”
"Don't worry, dear Sebastian." The count was still smiling, "I am just expressing my friendship to Don Sanabria. Besides, he is not the only one who can contribute to the welfare of the royal colony.
I can also serve you. Your respected Lord Salamanca should know this."
It was sunset in Manila. It was as sultry as usual at this time of year, but the sun had already sunk into the clouds that were gradually rising from the sea level. The golden light shining through the gaps in the clouds reflected the gorgeous scenery on the quiet water of the Pasig River.
Brilliant. A golden carriage drove to the river and stopped in front of the gate of a villa. It was a white garden house famous throughout the colony for its elegance. It was decorated among the trees by the river, as if inlaid in the greenery.
The jewels in the shadow were completely incompatible with the exaggerated style of this gold-painted carriage. However, the four strong horses tied in front of the shaft still won the unanimous praise of the onlookers. Unfortunately,
As long as you distinguish carefully, you will find that the four horses are not only different breeds, but also the coat color is not exactly the same. In order to cover up this shortcoming, the carriage owner tied towering rosettes on the foreheads of each horse, and the result became more and more serious.
It seems vulgar.
A Spanish gentleman in his late fifties strode out of the carriage. He took off his gorgeous feathered hat and threw it to the East Indian attendant along with his cane, revealing a few strands stuck to his oily and sweaty scalp.
Neat hair. He slightly adjusted the white silk ruff embroidered with gold thread. He was very satisfied that his black jacket and leggings sewn with Nanjing satin were crisp and shiny. The gold medal was hung with a ribbon.
The front had been polished many times and was shiny and shiny. He looked around with a scornful air, and then shouted to the servant standing on the steps: "Where is Madam? Go and report to your master?"
Mr. Tevan Sanavria is visiting!”
In the house whose exterior was painted white with shell powder and lime, the entrance hall was deep and the corridors were winding. A strong black slave led them around in twists and turns. Mr. Sanavria was annoyed to find the black people in front of him.
The ghost turned out to be a head taller than him, and this unpleasant feeling affected the personal attendant who was following closely behind him. The poor Indian manservant was originally short. Now he would shrink into a ball more and more, walking on tiptoe, not even daring to show off.
out.
In every room they passed, servants in livery were busy everywhere, decorating the walls and doorways with bouquets and ribbons; climbing up and down, wiping the floor-to-ceiling windows made of bright Australian glass; or delivering goods back and forth.
There are all kinds of food and wine, including many imported goods from Lingao. The imported food brought by Chinese merchants was originally an important source of colonial tables, and now novel food, especially various delicious candies and wine, are brought from Lingao.
There were even ice cubes prepared to be shipped, which the Spaniards were skeptical about - as we all know, the latitude of Lingao is lower than that of Guangzhou, and it is impossible to find ice and snow there.
The huge silver plate on the table was stacked with lemons to form a tall tower according to the Italian method. It exuded a charming aroma. It seemed that the richest and most beautiful white widow in the Philippine colony, Baroness Lucrezia Charlo, could
It takes a lot of effort and money to prepare your own name day celebration.
They walked along the winding corridor through the entire building, walked out of the back door, and stepped into the vine-covered path in the garden. This garden cleverly mixed Chinese and Moorish styles and was quite famous in the colonies. Blooming
The lawn in front of the jasmine bushes has gathered many guests who came early because they were afraid of being late for the event. The female guests were scattered in the white pavilion entangled with fresh vines and flowers, sitting on the swings, stealing in twos and threes.
Whispering, bursts of delicate laughter burst out from time to time.
Unlike ladies who compete in clothing and jewelry and show off their hair in buns of various heights, Spanish gentlemen almost all wear dark Pulpovan coats, with sweat-soaked ruff collars tightly hugging their necks.
They gathered around a waterside pavilion near the river in the garden, and a cheerful and crisp song floated out along with the melody of the harpsichord. Sanavria followed the eyes of those with admiration or jealousy, and his
His eyes immediately froze. Not only because the hostess was singing loudly, but more importantly, Sanabria's sworn enemy in Manila, the evil mercenary leader, the so-called Count of Sardinia, was sitting in Lucret's chair at this moment.
Zia Challov was in front of her, playing the piano to accompany her. Beside them were five or six Filipinos holding violins, mandolins and bamboo flutes. They were the band invited by the Baroness to play music for the dance. Obviously, at the moment
There is nothing left to do.
The richest businessman in the colony now looks at no one except his enemies. If anyone pays attention, they will think that the fire burning in his eyes is hot enough to burn down the count's luxury carriage, and is as powerful as the Esmeralda used to intimidate Neptune.
The heavy shell fired by the No. 1 - the air cannon incident has become the hottest topic of discussion in the upper circles of the colony, just like the previous mysterious case of the submarine boat being set on fire in the dock - there are rumors outside that the count ordered someone to set the fire.
But most people thought this was the nonsense of the jealous Mr. Sanavria. On the contrary, the Japanese person involved, Paul, did not express any opinion - he rarely appeared in public, so no one could ask for his opinion.
The count paid no attention to the enemy's "murderous gaze". He concentrated entirely on the music performance, raising his face from time to time and answering the beautiful singer's flirtatious glances with a smile.
The hostess covered her face with a small Japanese folding fan while singing the proud song of the deceased Lorenzo de' Medici:
Youth is so beautiful,
It's easy to waste your time,
I am not happy now,
What will happen tomorrow?
The sudden burst of applause and bursts of cheers were like pouring cold water on Sanafria's head, sobering up his head full of revenge. After the song, the hostess held the count's hand.
, asked him to stand up, and unexpectedly gave him a kiss on the face, causing a shout of admiration and jealousy, laughter and sighs. Lucrezia's extraordinary beauty and all-round charm have always been the jealousy of white women in the colony.
object, but now it's the men's turn to be jealous.
Some arty and busybody wrote: "The count stood by the piano stand holding the baroness's delicate hand. His tall and strong body and handsome and charming appearance are enough to make people imagine Leocares' Apollo wearing clothes.
The appearance of.”
Indeed, Weiss's clothes today are indeed an important reason for the commotion in the audience. After all, they only know how to wear stuffed pumpkin pants, tied at the hem of the equally stuffed Pulbowan. As for pulling out the tops to create funny lines
Cuts were made to expose the colorful lining, the hat was filled with bird feathers, and a ruff like grouse neck feathers was put on. This was a common way for a Spanish man to dress himself in the first half of the seventeenth century. If he were to dress up again.
He knew some of the new things that had just become popular in the Netherlands and France. He wore a powdered wig, a lace lapel, a garter belt tied with a bow, and his whole body was covered with tassels and ribbons, exuding an air of elegance.
It was completely girly, and that was the fashion for the next century and a half. As for the gray velvet tweed the count wore today, it was designed to imitate the dress of an admiral in later generations. European country bumpkins in this time and space had never seen or heard of it.
, in other words, they were dumbfounded. For example, Iker Suvisareta, the Basque captain who once boarded the Count's yacht, now bid farewell to the old and almost decaying galley warship and prepared to
Going to command a newly completed two-masted patrol ship - his hands unconsciously tugged at his newly made coat, trying to get rid of those fancy and superfluous ornaments that hindered his masculinity.
Sanabria, on the other hand, stared intently at the count's cuffs embroidered with gold thread and the shining gems on his buttons.
"No, it must be all inlaid glass. If it were true, he would have bought everything in Manila long ago! Damn liar -" He was immersed in angry thoughts until he heard the hostess laughing again.