Transportation is also easy to handle, and it is not difficult to find a random chief in the port of Ceuta and obtain legal merchant status for a small fee, and it is not difficult to cross the strait through the Berber sentry post in the southern part of the peninsula. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But after entering Seville, how to approach these two important religious figures is a big problem, especially with swords and weapons and the like, which will definitely not be missed by those guards.

There is also the issue of identity. It's true that Pierre was definitely European, but how to prove that he was a European nobleman is a bit of a problem. You can't send someone to tell the Berber Pierre who he is, he has to have a reasonable person come forward to prove it. The swallows in their own list are definitely not successful, most of them are locals or people who have been lurking in the local area for a long time, and there is no reason to know a small European nobleman, which can easily arouse the suspicion of others.

"Galliani, you are not small, dare to come to my shop to talk about your kind of business, is it because I am too good to talk and make you forget my rules?" It doesn't matter if you can't think of it, let's go meet that Pierre first, maybe he already has a way. However, he could not get to know the soon-to-be-assassin directly, and needed an introducer, so there was an extra proprietress at Galliani and Pierre's table, who had come to ask for the guilt. The Artsa Hotel is an upscale place in the port of Ceuta, and a low-level merchant like Galliani should not be present here, nor is it welcome.

"Oh, no, no, Miss Arsha, I swear to God, I bring the big deal. This Monsieur Pierre, a distant relative of the Duke of Brittany, brought in a very sought-after shipment, and I am helping him find a buyer. Speak, Pierre, or Miss Artha will kick us out. Galliani was afraid of this beautiful but vicious woman, he had never expected him to have anything to do with Artsha, and suddenly he didn't know what to say when he was so close to each other.

"Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Pierre. This is my companion, Mr. Galliani, who is a good partner and has really helped me a lot. Pierre didn't know why Arsa had come to meet him so blatantly, so he had to tell the truth first and see what the woman was going to do.

"Oh? What kind of good cargo is it, can you let me see it first? Arsha simply sat down and waved at the bar.

"You still buy and sell goods?" Pierre was even more confused, he had just told the woman exactly what she was carrying, but why did she ask that.

"I certainly don't mind making more money if the price is right. What do you say, Mr. Galliani? "Artsa wants to use Galliani as a reasonable intermediary between himself and Pierre, and this acquaintance is more reasonable only if he makes a fuss about the goods.

"Of course...... Pierre, Miss Artsa is a very suitable buyer, and the reputation is enough, even if you don't need the goods Miss Artisa, you should be able to help you find a more suitable buyer, you must know that Miss Artha is a well-known big man in the Port of Ceuta. A smile on Arsha stunned Galliani, who had forgotten that he was trying to deceive people, and his mind was full of Arsha's smiling face and half of her white breasts.

"Well, since Ms. Artha is also a suitable buyer, it doesn't hurt to take a look." Pierre couldn't say anything else at this point, and as he reached out and pulled a bottle of quinine from his leather bag and placed it on the table, he stared at Arsha's eyes, trying to get a hint from her eyes.

"Oh God! I couldn't believe I could see such a large bottle of holy medicine. If the two gentlemen don't mind, can we go upstairs and continue the conversation, there are too many people here to buy and sell such an overly expensive cargo. Arsha's performance made Pierre wonder even more, and at the same time admired the woman's acting talent from the bottom of his heart. If he hadn't told her exactly what he had brought, he would have believed that she was stunned by the bottle. Those expressions of consternation, excitement and a slight greed, no one can find fault with them.

"That's right, it's not a good place to be! Pierre, take it, and we'll go upstairs with Miss Arsa to talk. Before Pierre could react, Galliani was already busy standing up. On the second floor of the Arsha Hotel, he once fantasized that the first thing he would do after making a lot of money was to go to the second floor for a night, but he didn't expect it to come true today, and it was likely that he didn't have to spend his own money!

"Excellent! Lika, take these two gentlemen upstairs to my room, and prepare some delicious food and wine, so that no one is allowed to disturb us. Only then did Artha turn her back to Galliani and squeeze her eyes at Pierre, wave to the black waiter, and go first as she commanded.

"Hey, Pierre, you're going to make a fortune! All this is the good fortune I have brought to you, and I hope you will remember me as a friend after you get rich. Seeing Arsha's back disappear down the stairs, Galliani calmed down a little. He regretted telling Arsa about Pierre's goods, and if this woman really got involved, then he would be busy in vain, and he couldn't go and ask Arsa for a favor.

"Don't worry, dear friend, I won't forget you, no matter who becomes a buyer, our previous agreement still counts." Pierre is now trying to analyze what it means for Arsa to squeeze his eyes at him, he doesn't care about the money at all, the mission he went to perform this time is there to go and no return, and it is useless to ask for money?

"Oh, don't worry, I, Galliani, will never let my friend suffer, even if she is Arsha!" Galliani was overjoyed, in order to make this mallet from the European continent more reassuring, he had to add a few enthusiastic words, and he didn't have to think about it at all.

The negotiations in the upstairs room were going well, and the price Artha had offered was very fair, and she was going to eat the quinine in one bite. Having met a big buyer and not arguing too much about the price, Galliani felt that his good fortune had really come. When Arsa suggested that the buyer was in Seville and that Pierre himself needed to deliver the goods to the designated place, he did not stand in the way and volunteered to accompany Pierre.

Arsha's request felt that Galliani was very reasonable, who would ask for so many holy medicines at once? It can't be said that you are prepared to get sick every day for the rest of your life. This bottle of medicine is enough to treat three people, and it is enough to save a little for four people, except for the densely populated army, no one will purchase so much at one time.

And Arsa is not just saying this, she will send someone to lead the way and make sure that Pierre can reach Seville safely. This shows that she also attaches great importance to this transaction, who will have trouble with money. Once there is a Black Eagle Flag escort, there will be no danger in this journey. The Black Eagle Flag is not only useful in the port of Ceuta, it is an amulet throughout western North Africa, and the Berbers of the southern Iberian Peninsula treat the Black Eagle Flag with more enthusiasm than the Berbers of North Africa.

Pierre did not object, it was appropriate to go to Seville on the pretext of selling medicines, and as for why Artisa encouraged Galliani to go with him, Pierre probably guessed that it was a good idea to kill two birds with one stone.

Galliani is well-versed in trade, so he can make his group look more like merchants and play a role in hiding people's eyes. Moreover, he was recognized as a European merchant, and many Berber merchants in the port of Ceuta knew him. When the operation is over, he will certainly not be able to run away himself, and it is easier for the Berbers to believe his identity by telling him. This profiteer does not deserve sympathy, and he may not know how much he has done for a fledgling businessman like himself, and he will kill himself if he commits too much injustice.

Two days later, Pierre, Galliani and the black waiter Lika hired two pack horses from the port of Ceuta and carried two crates of rum and cigars across the strait on their way to the city of Seville. They were not alone, and when they heard that the religious leaders were going to Seville to participate in the Holy Festival, many of the faithful began to gather in Seville, and from the moment they boarded the boat, they were always accompanied by someone along the way.

(To be continued.) )