。 However, as soon as I tasted it, I realized that it was completely different from what I had drunk in Germany and Italy - God, it was so strong! I felt my tongue be so hot that I wanted to spit it out almost immediately, and it took me a lot of effort to hold it back, but my cheeks bulged and my face turned red. The rest of my colleagues were even more miserable than I was, and some of them threw up almost immediately, and the appearance of us wolf bèi seemed to bring a lot of fun to the patrolmen, and they all laughed.

Later, we were explained that this wine was also one of the products operated by Zhao Jin, and it was one of the earliest products he operated. This liquor has a strong flavor and a unique taste that is haunting, and it is a popular product in the northern provinces of the Ming Empire.

This wine was also listed by Zhao Jin as one of the important military supplies, which can not only give soldiers a cold refreshment, but also can be used as a disinfectant when they are injured.

By this time, I had become more and more interested in this young man, and I had almost forgotten that my original destination was the capital of the Ming Empire.

What kind of person is this young man who runs a huge industry and has an army that has always been full of combat effectiveness? What was going on in his mind?

But one thing is certain—in terms of power, though it has never been openly mentioned, he is already comparable to the Electors of Germany, and if such a powerful man were to support our mission, it would be a great, even decisive, boost to our mission, and what should I worry about if he could be developed into a believer?

I don't think this idea is particularly optimistic or naïve. If you think about it, Zhao Jin has proved himself to be a person who is incompatible with tradition with his incomparable achievements, a person who dares to be unconventional and show his original achievements, such a person should dare to accept more different ideas, as long as we can come up with a good enough performance to make him feel that it is more advantageous to listen to our advice, then there is no doubt that it is possible to get his support.

From this time on, I had unconsciously regarded 'winning Zhao Jin's support for our mission' as one of my main purposes in China, and my interest in Zhao Jin was even greater than that of the Ming Emperor who was deep in the palace.

I originally thought that these patrolmen would take me to Xuzhou City, but from my observations, they also brought me to this discovery at first. However, just as we were approaching Xuzhou City, an envoy sent from the city found us and explained some things to the patrol leader.

I don't know exactly what they said, but after that, the patrol leader suddenly changed our course and led us in the other direction, and our artillery, directly taken over by the messenger and dragged by them in the direction we were going. Apparently, the envoys had brought with them what the city had to do with us—they were more interested in the artillery, and the rulers of Xuzhou didn't want to see us yet.

As a result, we could only regretfully pass by Xuzhou, unable to realize our wish to see Zhao Jin immediately.

I was puzzled by the outcome, so I kept asking the patrol captains for some information about my situation. However, perhaps because of another admonition from the messenger, the Patrol Captain's attitude towards us suddenly changed to a much more blunt one, and he did not answer my question, but answered me with a cold face, telling me that he could not tell me the situation, and that I would know it myself. This attitude undoubtedly reminded me once again that no matter how polite the people here are, I am only a prisoner here, and I have no freedom of movement.

When I think about this, I can't help but feel depressed about my uncertain future, but fortunately, the Lord is still in my heart at this time, which makes me feel a lot more relaxed. After all, how much worse can it be than the previous trip?

Soon after, the patrol leader led us to an area hidden deep in the forest. Then, between the trees, we saw a long fence. The wall was so high that it was painted black, giving it an ominous look. Only the faint sound from inside made us feel a little less uneasy.

At this moment, a group of dignified-looking and able-bodied men walked up to us, and the patrol leader greeted them with a smile on his face and chatted with them for a while.

After the conversation, he handed us over to them and said goodbye to us in a friendly way. Obviously, this is where we are going.

Judging from the grim expressions of the group of people who received us, I originally thought that this was a prison in Xuzhou, so I was also mentally prepared that I might need to be in prison for a long time, but when I was sent in, I realized that my conjecture was completely wrong.

When we walked through the gate, we were greeted by a hot wind, which made our body, which had been walking in the cold wind for a long time, feel much more uplifted. Then we found out that inside the wall turned out to be an open square.

This square may be a meadow on weekdays, but now it is yellow due to the season, and the terrain is very flat, which allows us to have a very wide view. At the edge of this square are the brick and stone houses, which may look a little blackened because of the smoke, but it can be seen that they were not built in much time.

And these houses are full of people, and people are constantly busy coming in and out of them.

Soon, we found out that these houses were full of workshops, and the people who came in and out of them were craftsmen.

There are more workshops in this area than we have seen on the road before, and there may be thousands of people in the distance, and these artisans are like ant colonies, busy and regular in the workshops. There are some able-bodied laborers, pushing trolleys and constantly delivering raw materials into the workshops.

What the hell is going on? What is this place? Why did Zhao Jin concentrate so many workshops in this hidden place?

The original anxiety in my heart was gone, and all that was left was the curiosity of the workshops, and I wanted to go to the workshops to see what they were doing and why they were so mysterious. However, our escorts were apparently harsh, and they stopped us from doing anything else and then forcibly took us deeper.

Escorted by them, we came to a large house. The room was very neat, and although it was not luxurious, it was sturdy, and it was divided into many cubicles. Then they told us that this was our dormitory.

It was a real joy to me, I thought that after being escorted here, I might live the life of a prisoner, but when I saw how we were being treated now, my heart was relieved a lot—at least in terms of living conditions, we would be better than poor prisoners.

Then they asked who was leading among us, and said that someone wanted to interrogate us.

Considering the risks, we discussed it for a while and finally decided that I would be interrogated. I can't help but feel honored to see my colleagues trust me so much.

After a short period of rest, I was escorted out of the dormitory and into another large room.

There was no workshop in the room, and there were no craftsmen crammed into it, and judging by the furnishings, it should have been someone's office. At the time, I guess to be able to have such a large office area here, maybe this person we are about to meet is a very important person, or even the person in charge of this place.

The escorts told us that after we had brought us here, they told us sternly that soon someone would come and interrogate us, and he asked us to be honest and not to hide anything, and I quickly agreed to their request, because in fact I had nothing to hide.

Soon, my interrogators came.

When I saw the people who came to interrogate me, I was really taken aback again.

Yes, I thought I would be more amazed along the way, but I still couldn't help but be surprised.

Because, the appearance of this interrogator is exactly the appearance of a European. He has an elongated face, a broad forehead with some wrinkles, and no longer looks young. And his expression was very strict, his face was tense, and he could see that he was a strong-willed person. The bridge of his nose was high and straight, and his eyes were gray-blue, and he was looking at me coldly, with a shrewd look.

What amazed me even more was that this man was dressed as a priest!

Oh my God, I've never heard of a missionary coming to Zhao Jin before!

Is this person my parishioner? If so, my job would be much easier. I thought to myself.

While I was still basking in this amazement, the man suddenly spoke.

"What nationality are you?" The man dressed as a priest asked me in fluent Latin.

Then he changed to French, which he was also very proficient in, "Tell me which language you know, I think we need to have a good talk." ”

"I can speak several languages, but we'd better use Latin, Your Excellency—if you have a membership." After suppressing my curiosity, I replied in fluent Latin.

"Good." Seeing that I was so submissive, the man nodded.

However, although his tone was a little softer, he still didn't seem very friendly to me

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