Zhou Qingfeng did not know if Father Marcelo and Child Santos were reliable or not. His understanding of Goa was very shallow, to the point that it could be said to be a blank slate. Instead of being ignorant, it was better to create a scene and let more people know of his existence. In a competitive situation, a lot of the fog would naturally disappear.
Of course, the prerequisite for this was that he had to have a certain level of ability. Otherwise, it would be like a child carrying gold in a busy market and would only be robbed. Zhou Qingfeng was also a little unsure of his martial strength during this long journey. After dark, he took Guo Jiao and Flat Hair on a rough inspection of Goa and roughly found out the location of a few important places and forces in the city.
The church, the governor's office, the barracks, the port — these places all had extremely powerful forces. With the Third Eye, Zhou Qingfeng roughly estimated that there were no less than 20 powerhouses above Level Nine in Goa.
The beginning of the Age of Discovery was really the end of the Renaissance. More than two hundred years of innovation was bearing fruit. It was now an era of rapid progress in literature, religion, science, and society in all aspects of Europe. At this moment, Europe was producing a large number of talents, which had lasted for hundreds of years.
Historically, China had entered the era of the Qing Dynasty …
With the Third Eye, Zhou Qingfeng could see that the entire city was filled with places where spiritual power gathered. He was most concerned about the ships at the port. Those ships that easily weighed hundreds or even thousands of tons all had extremely strong spiritual power reactions. This situation had never been seen in the Central Plains. As an agricultural people, the Han people did not have such a powerful fleet at the moment.
This seemed to be a lack of some kind of spiritual power technology.
Zhou Qingfeng regretted not bringing Wen Ruolan along. With that genius sister, he could at least analyze it on the spot. He and Guo Jiao could only feel confused when faced with the development of such western technology.
"Should we go up and take a look?" Guo Jiao asked. She and Zhou Qingfeng stood at the port of Goa and expressed their amazement at the gigantic warships that were the size of hills at the port. She originally thought that the 500-ton steamship built by the Revolutionary Army was already big enough, but who knew that it was actually a small size compared to the ones in front of her.
"These ships all carry some sort of religious Prayers Core, they're strongly rejecting me" Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and said: "Unless I fight them head-on, I won't be able to get on. The worst part was that Goa was too far away from the Central Plains. The Wish support that I received was cut off. This place is filled with the power of the Abrahamic gods, and I'm very uncomfortable about it. "
"What Abraham?" Guo Jiao asked.
Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said, "It's the spirit of faith of our enemies. In this world, we Han people are probably the only ones who don't believe in God. The other races and civilizations have all created their own gods through collective will. And now we are in someone else's territory, and someone else's god doesn't welcome us. To be more precise, they don't welcome the Eastern Power of Will that I've gathered. "
"Then aren't we in the enemy's camp? It's very dangerous, isn't it?" Guo Jiao looked left and right, afraid that a few strong opponents would jump out of the darkness.
"There's definitely danger, but there's no need to be too afraid. These Prayers Cores are unconscious, and they're attached to some statue or object. Unless they're activated by a strong person, or if I actively stimulate them, they won't react. After all, this is a port, and heretics and heretics are as numerous as the carps in the river. "
"Then why do you make it sound so scary?"
"I'm worried about the future. These people will be our opponents sooner or later. "
Zhou Qingfeng wandered around the city, and only returned to Father Marcelo's monastery late at night. The next day, the priest personally went out to recruit merchants, and prepared to contact some rich merchants in Goa to hold an auction. The child Santos brought Zhou Qingfeng to find slave merchants and horse merchants.
"Master, what kind of slaves do you want?" Santos asked. "There are many slave merchants in Goa, and slaves come from a wide variety of sources."
"Who's the biggest slave merchant?"
"The biggest slave merchant is naturally the local king, but the quality of the slaves they sell isn't high, and most of them are lowly slaves. They can only be used for farming. The best slaves are all brought over by the Tianfang heretics. "Santos's Chinese was messy with the names of places, countries, and ethnic groups. But if Zhou Qingfeng asked a few more questions, he would be able to understand — Tianfang, wasn't it Arabic?
"I need the best female slaves, between the ages of six to sixteen. For those with special qualifications, the age limit can be relaxed. "Zhou Qingfeng said. Hearing his request, Guo Jiao couldn't help but pinch him a few times. He could only be honest with the girl: "These are all local specialties that my brothers asked me to bring. I don't want them, that's fine, right? "
Guo Jiao snorted twice, and it was obvious that she didn't believe him.
As for the Arabian horses, he would naturally look for Arabian merchants.
With Santos leading the way, Zhou Qingfeng went to the Arabian merchant guild in the city. When he entered a cluster of domed buildings in the style of the Green Sect, he saw merchants wearing headscarves and smoking hookahs inside. Most of these merchants sat cross-legged in the shade of trees, corridors, and living rooms. They would casually spread a carpet and talk happily.
The appearance of Zhou Qingfeng quickly aroused the merchants' sensitive business sense. Without Santos's introduction, someone stood up to talk to him. With Santos's translation, the two sides could communicate.
An old Arabian man was very interested in the material of Zhou Qingfeng's clothes. When he heard that this Chinese merchant wanted to buy female slaves, he showed a simple and honest smile like an old farmer. There was a tall palm forest in the courtyard of the guild. The old man only clapped his hands and shouted a few times. Immediately, servants came out to spread a large carpet and put all kinds of fruits, wine, and dishes on it.
Santos leaned close to Zhou Qingfeng and whispered: "This Master Mohammed thinks that you must be a prince. He said that your clothes are very ordinary, but the perfume on your maid is extremely precious and valuable."
This meant that one small clue could reveal the general trend.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't care much about dressing up himself, but the women around him were all people who lived exquisite lives. Now even the most simple Wen Ruolan began to pursue some women's daily necessities. Guo Jiao was born to be fair, rich, and beautiful. She seemed to be careless and casual. But her father was Guo Buyi, who had never owed his daughter anything in terms of food and clothing.
Guo Jiao never felt that there was anything special about the perfume she used daily. Zhou Qingfeng only felt that it smelled good, but he never thought how precious it was. But Master Mohammed who stood out was obviously a smart man. He saw that Zhou Qingfeng had a strong aura, and although Guo Jiao covered her face, even a maid could use the best perfume. Her identity as a master was definitely worth overestimating.
The open-air banquet was set up in half an hour, and the Arabian merchants who were originally scattered around the hall gathered. A few naked dancers and musicians appeared immediately. A group of people began to sing and dance, and the atmosphere became lively in the blink of an eye.
"Hahaha …" Zhou Qingfeng was straightforward, and he sat together with Master Mohammed. Guo Jiao had never seen such a scene, and she was inexplicably surprised. Santos, on the other hand, benefited from it. He went from a street beggar to a distinguished guest. He drooled when he saw a plate of hand-grabbed mutton.
Master Mohammed laughed and handed the plate of mutton to Santos enthusiastically, but the slight disdain and greed in his eyes were still caught by Zhou Qingfeng. The latter knew that his background was already known by the other party — a rich man from the East with an extraordinary background, but he had no foundation in Goa and was unfamiliar with the place, so he randomly found a beggar to be his interpreter.
Even a fool would know that this could be a big fat sheep!
"These people seem to be quite nice." Guo Jiao glanced around. Putting aside the awkwardness at the beginning, she felt that these Arabian merchants were quite nice and very hospitable. Although those belly dancers made people blush, the exotic style that they had never seen before still made people curious.
"If you really think so, I'm afraid that you are still counting money for the person who sold you." Zhou Qingfeng talked to Guo Jiao through telepathy, while he raised his glass of milk wine and clinked glasses with Master Mohammed. Santos was a child after all, and he had already been conquered by the plate of mutton. He didn't speak the language of the Arabian merchants in front of him, but the meaning of eating and drinking at the banquet was common.
A group of Arabians wanted to urge him to drink, and Zhou Qingfeng happily drank a few big glasses. But after drinking, he patted Santos's head and ordered, "Don't eat anymore. Tell them, I want to see female slaves, and I want the best. "
Santos was patted a few times, and suddenly his body trembled, as if he just realized that it was inappropriate for him to eat and drink without caring about anything. He quickly put down the plate of mutton, and knelt behind the carpet, and apologized, "I'm sorry, master. I have never eaten such delicious mutton before, and I was greedy for it. Please don't punish me. "
"I won't punish you this time, but I hope there won't be a next time." Zhou Qingfeng didn't mind forgiving such a small mistake. He smiled and said, "Tell Mohammed what I mean."
Master Mohammed burst into laughter when he heard this. He clapped his hands and shouted a few times, and the dancer immediately bowed and retreated. After a while, accompanied by a melodious flute sound, four strong male servants slowly carried a wooden bed over. On the bed lay an enchanting young woman.
The woman used her hands as a pillow and wore a thin veil. Her plump body was completely naked, and the most conspicuous decoration on her body was the breast ring hanging on her twin peaks. After the male servants put down the wooden bed, she slowly lifted her legs and got off the wooden bed, showing her graceful figure. The Arabians present were amazed at her perfection, and Master Mohammed was shaking with laughter.
Guo Jiao was shocked by the woman's debauchery and hid behind Zhou Qingfeng, constantly cursing words like 'lewd' and 'obscene'. Only Zhou Qingfeng didn't give face and said to Santos, "Let them change, I want something natural, not something that has been processed."
Santos carefully asked Zhou Qingfeng about the meaning of 'natural' and 'processed', and then relayed it to Master Mohammed. The Arabian businessman was very angry at first, pointing at the woman that was carried out and saying that she was his best product. But when he understood what Zhou Qingfeng meant, he smiled with understanding.
"Oh … Guests from the East, I know what you want. You want virgins that have not been touched by anyone. Don't worry, we have all kinds of goods here, and you will definitely be satisfied. But can I know what you want to pay with first? "
Faced with such questions, Zhou Qingfeng took out a small box from his storage bag and directly placed it on the carpet in front of him. The group of Arabians suddenly widened their eyes, and it could even be said that they were shocked. They jumped up one by one, and their attention was not on the box at all, but on Zhou Qingfeng. Master Mohammed's eyes widened as if he had seen a god.
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