Zhou Qingfeng did not know that Father Marcelo and his child Santos were reliable and unreliable, and his understanding of Goa was very superficial, and even called blank.Instead of letting yourself be confused and understanding, it is better to make a big noise, let more people know their existence, and in the case of competition, many fogs will naturally disappear.

Of course, the premise of doing so is that you have to have a considerable ability, otherwise it is that the children will be in the city with gold, and they will only be robbed.And this time, Zhou Qingfeng was also a little unsure of his own force.After dark, he took Guo Jiao and flat hair for a rough inspection of Goa, and probably found out the location of several important places and forces in the city.

The churches, the governor's house, the barracks, the harbor, these places have extremely powerful strength.Under the gaze of the eyes of the sky, Zhou Qingfeng roughly estimated that there were no less than 20 strong people in Goa City who reached more than nine levels.

The beginning of the Great Maritime Age was the end of the Renaissance.More than two hundred years of innovation are bearing fruit, and now is the time when Europe is making rapid progress in literature, religion, science and all aspects of society.At this moment, the European talent generation has been out for hundreds of years.

Historically, China has entered the “My Qing Dynasty” period.

In the eyes of heaven, Zhou Qingfeng can see that the whole city is full of spiritual power.His most attention is the port of ships, those hundreds of tons or even thousands of tons of large ships all have a very strong spiritual response.This situation has never been seen in the Central Plains - the Han people, as a farming nation, have not yet had such a powerful fleet.

This seems to be a lack of some kind of spiritual technology tree.

Zhou Qingfeng regretted that he had not brought Wenrulan for Mao.There is a god sister, who can analyze it on the spot.In the face of such Western technology, he and Guo Jian are only confused by the blind.

“Should we go up and see?”Guo asked.She and Zhou Qingfeng stood on the edge of the port of Goa, and marveled at the huge ships on the harbor docks.She thought that the five-hundred-ton steamboat built by the Revolutionary Army was large enough, and who knew if it was still small compared to the one in front of her.

“These ships carry a certain core of religious will, and they are strongly repelling me.”He shrugged and said, “Unless I fight hard, I won’t go up.”And the worst thing is that Goa is too far away from the Central Plains, and the willing support I get is cut off.This place is full of the power of Abraham's divine system, and I'm not comfortable with that."

“What Abraham?”Guo asked.

Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly, “It is the spirit of faith of our enemies.”Only we Chinese people in this world are unbelieving in God, and other peoples and civilizations have created their own gods with collective ideas.And now we are in other people's turf, and other people's gods do not welcome us.In fact, I do not welcome the Eastern will to me.”

“Are we in the enemy camp, and it’s very dangerous?”Guo looked to the right, afraid that he would jump out of a few powerful opponents in the darkness.

“There must be danger, but there is no need to be too afraid.These cores of the will are unconscious, they are attached to a statue or an object, and they do not respond unless they are motivated by the strong or I actively stimulate.After all, this is the port, and there are countless heretics and heretics like a river.”

“So scary as you say?”

“I’m worried about the future.Sooner or later these are our adversaries.”

Zhou Qingfeng traveled throughout the city and returned to Father Marcelo's monastery late at night.The next day, the priest went out to solicit customers and prepared to contact some of Goa's luxury merchants for an auction.The child, Santos, took Zhou Qingfeng to find a slave merchant and a horse merchant.

“What kind of slave do you want?”Santos asked, “There are many slave traders in Goa, and the sources of slaves are very wide and there are many kinds.”

“Who is the biggest slave trader?”

"The largest slave merchants are naturally local kings, but the slaves they sell are of low quality, and most of them are untouchable slaves."It can only be used for farming.The best slaves were brought by the infidels of heaven.”When Santos speaks Chinese, it is very confusing to name names, countries, and ethnic groups.But Zhou Qingfeng can understand more than a few questions - heaven, is not Arab?

“I need the best female slave, about six to sixteen years old.In particular, the age limit may be relaxed.”Zhou Qingfeng said.To him, Guo Yan, who was behind him, could not help but pinch him several times.He could only confess to his sister, “These are the native products that my brothers have let me bring.”I don't want it myself, I always do."

He grumbled twice, which obviously didn’t believe it.

As for the Arabian horse, it was naturally looking for Arab merchants.

With Santos leading the way, Zhou Qingfeng went to the Arab Merchants Hall in the city.When he entered a domed complex with a green style, he saw merchants with headscarves and hookahs.Most of these merchants sat cross-legged in the shade, in the corridors, in the living room, and casually spread a carpet to talk.

The emergence of Zhou Qingfeng soon triggered the sensitive business sense of business people, without Santos introduction, some people took the initiative to stand up and talk with.With Santos's translation, the two sides can also communicate.

An elderly Arab was very interested in Zhou Qingfeng's clothing, and when he heard that the Chinese businessman wanted to buy a female slave, he showed the old farmer's general smile - there was a tall palm forest in the courtyard of the clubhouse, and the old man only clapped his hands and drank a few times, and immediately had servants come out to spread a large carpet and put on various fruits and vegetables.

Santos next to Zhou Qingfeng, whispered: "This Mohammed master thinks you must be a prince, he said you are very ordinary, but the perfume on your maid is extremely precious and extremely valuable."

That’s a bit of a little bit of what it means.

Zhou Qingfeng himself does not care much about the dress, but the women around him are exquisite people.Now even the most simple Wen Ruolan has begun to pursue some women's daily necessities.Guo Jian is born white and beautiful, and seems to be very casual.But the old father is Guo, in the eating and wearing of the degree has never owed their daughter.

Guo Jiao never felt that there was anything special about the powder he used every day, and Zhou Qingfeng only felt very good smell, but he never thought how precious this thing was.The man who could stand out was obviously a personal spirit.He saw the strong Zhou Qingfeng aura, and then looked at Guo Jiao, although covering his face, but a maid can use the best perfume, and her owner's identity is definitely worth overestimating.

The half-cent-minute bell was set at the open-air banquet, and all the Arab merchants who had been sitting in the hall gathered.A few **** dancers appeared with musicians, and a bunch of people began to sing and dance, and the atmosphere was active in a blink of an eye.

“Hahaha...”Zhou Qingfeng was refreshing, and the Lord Muhammad joined in.I have never seen such a scene, and I am not surprised.It was Santos who followed the light, and became a guest from the street begging, he watched a dish of hand-caught lamb and spit it.

Lord Mohammed smiled on his face and enthusiastically handed Santos the dish of lamb, but the eyes were a little disdainful and greedy or caught by Zhou Qingfeng.The latter knew that their bottom line had been known to each other about – the rich people from the East had an extraordinary history, but they had no foundation in Goa, and they were unfamiliar with life, and they casually found a beggar as a translator.

A fool knows that this could be a big fat sheep!

"These people seem to be fine."Guo Jiao glanced around, brushing aside the embarrassment at the beginning, but she felt that these Arab businessmen were very good and very warm and hospitable.Although those dancers who danced belly dances are red-faced, the exotic style that has never been seen before is still curious.

"If you really think so, you're afraid that someone will be sold and still be paying for the people."Zhou Qingfeng spoke with Guo Jiao, and he himself took up milk and wine and Muhammad often touched the glass.Santos was a child after all, having been conquered by that plate of lamb.He did not speak with the Arab merchants in front of him, but the meaning of eating and drinking at the banquet was common.

A bunch of Arabs want to persuade wine, Zhou Qingfeng happily drink a few cups.But after drinking, he patted Santos on the head and said, “Don’t eat anymore.”Tell them I want to see the girl, I want the best."

Santos was slapped a few times and shutting, as if to know that it was wrong to eat and drink so regardless of it.He quickly put down the dish of the lamb, knelt down and shrank on the back of the carpet, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir."I had never eaten such a good meal before.Please don't punish me."

"I won't punish you this time, but I hope there won't be a next time."I don’t mind forgiving this little mistake.He smiled, "Tell Muhammad what I mean."

Lord Mohammed laughed when he heard it.He slapped and shouted a few times, and the dancer immediately retreated.A moment of skill, accompanied by a melodious flute, four strong male servants carried a wooden bed slowly, and there was a beautiful young woman lying on the bed.

The woman with a hand pillow, wearing a thin veil, a rich body completely naked, the most conspicuous decoration on the body is the curly ring hanging on the Twin Peaks.After the valet put the wooden bed down, she slowly lifted her legs and came down from the wooden bed to show her wonderful posture.The Arabs present were amazed at her perfection, and Master Muhammad was trembling with laughter.

Guo Jiao was shocked by the waves of this foreign woman, hiding behind Zhou Qingfeng, and his mouth kept scolding words such as "deserted and filthous".Only Zhou Qingfeng did not give face to Santos said: "Let them change, I want to be natural, do not have this kind of goods that have been processed."

Santos carefully asked Zhou Qingfeng what it meant to be ‘natural’ and ‘processed’, and then relayed it to Master Mohammed.The Arab businessman was initially angry and pointed to the woman who had been carried out and said that it was his best product.But when he understood the meaning of Zhou Qingfeng, he showed an understanding smile.

“Oh, guest of the East, I know what you want.You want a place where you haven’t been touched.Rest assured, what kind of goods we have here, you can be absolutely satisfied.But can I know first what you’re going to pay for?”

In the face of such doubts, Zhou Qingfeng took a small box from his storage bag and placed it directly on the carpet in front of himself - a pile of Arabs suddenly opened his eyes, and even was frightened.One by one, they jumped up, and their attention was not on the box at all, but on Zhou Qingfeng.The Lord of Muhammad stared at him as if he had seen a god.

Seeing these people's reactions so huge, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly thought - these guys should be well-informed people, why do they seem to be blind?Is the storage bag technology unique to the Central Plains?