When Perez, who was bruised and swollen, was dragged to the commander's office by Reinstein, the entire castle had already come to an end. The commander's room had changed to the master. Yang Chengzu leaned casually on the backrest chair, putting his feet on the table, looking frivolous and lazy.

Most of the mercenaries who fought bravely died in battle, and the rest became prisoners. The bloody mercenary captain looked at the priest and cursed "Battleman!"

Perez ignored him and smiled at Yang Chengzu. "Dear Your Excellency, please allow me to introduce myself. I am a red-robed monk from the Church of the Portuguese Empire. Perez accepted the orders of the church and came to the great Ming Empire to spread the gospel of the Lord. I hope that the two countries will be friendly in the times and let the Lord's grace spread throughout every corner of the Ming Dynasty. I am a clergyman and have no intention of intervening in the war. This time, what happened between us should be... accident. Yes, I just want to say an accident. Listen to me, I am willing to apologize to the Ming Empire on behalf of the church and provide a huge compensation. As long as you release me, I am willing to explain to the Holy See how kind and generous the Ming Empire is. I want to be good news for the two countries."

Yang Chengzu looked at Perez with a smile, picked up the wine glass from the table, and poured him a glass of wine. "Try it, this is the wine I seized from the castle. Don't worry, this bottle is not poisoned. I don't know how it tastes better than the private wine you sell."

Perez's expression froze, "Private...Private wine? I think you must have believed some rumors and slander. I am a priest, a real clergy..."

"Miss Treti is next door. If you want to confront each other, I don't mind and let her meet with you. But I don't think it's necessary. I'm not your Folangji court. I don't care at all what you did in your country. I only care about one thing, what you did in our Ming Dynasty. In these ten days of battle, are you the supreme commander and trying to resist to the end!"

Perez's face changed several times, and he hurriedly explained, "Listen to me, this is a misunderstanding. I have always hoped to reach peace with the Ming Empire. As a loyal servant of God, I have no interest in secular power. Some officers and soldiers in the castle refused peace. I am just a victim, and I serve the Count. Oh yes, I forgot to introduce that the Count is an important figure in our Portuguese Empire. His attitude can even determine the future political direction of our two countries."

"Mys Treti has introduced me enough about the Earl, and no matter how many I have, I don't want to hear it. Moreover, one of the Earl's messengers is enough, and if there are too many, it will not be used. Do you want to die or live?"

He slapped the table suddenly and stared at him. The power of the official who had been a officials for several years was covered with the sky. The guard behind him pressed the spring with his hands, and unsheathed half a foot of his hair, emitting a dazzling cold light. Yang Chengzu bullied his body in front of him, and paused every word and word.

"If you want to live, you will show some value for yours. Before I lose my patience, as long as you are willing to hand over everything you have, I may give you a way out! The road is facing the sky, and you can go halfway, and you can continue to sell private goods, and maybe you can make a comeback."

Under this gaze, Perez was furrowed all over his body and couldn't help but retreat. This big man's posture made him seem to have become the smuggled black market businessman who was beaten in the alley, the smuggling dealer who could be swallowed up by huge waves and pirates at any time at sea. Such a person cannot afford to offend himself, and perhaps he should hand over his money to ensure safety.

But if you hand over the money, you can really ensure safety? I have said this many times. Those who were knocked down by themselves had once believed that what they said was true. His hand slid into his waist, and there was the short gun taken out of the Bible.

Such a small gun should not have attracted the attention of the soldier and would not be seized. As long as you hold the imperial envoy hostage, you can get a small boat, some food and water, and then you can escape to Manlacia.

My mind turned and my mouth continued to perfunctory, "Thank you for your kindness and kindness. Before your noble qualities, even the saints were dull. Please forgive me, I am not a greedy person, but I don't know enough about the wealth in the castle, the wealth I had before..."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and the short spear was raised flat to Yang Chengzu's shoulder, but before he could fire, Yang Chengzu grabbed his wrist and pulled it outward. A heavy punch behind him hit hard like an iron hammer, and the world fell into darkness again.

"The answer is wrong, you have no chance, priest." Yang Chengzu patted Perez's fat face and held the short gun in his hand and watched it repeatedly. In this era, there is such a short gun that can be fired without ignition, which is definitely advanced. However, you can tell from the size that this gun is not far away and can only be useful in close combat.

He stuffed the gun into his arms and pointed at Perez, "Take all the valuable things on him, and let him speak. I want to know, there are still a few places on this island to the treasure house, and whether there is a secret treasure trove. We must dig out all the gold, not leave any left."

When he pushed away the room next to him, Treti had taken off the nun's suit, with only a few golden armor pieces on his body, and the rest were exposed. Leng Feishuang changed back to the snow-white clothes, closed her eyes and received the nun's massage, and there were soft screams in her mouth.

Looking at the two of them, a strange thought came to Yang Chengzu's mind: Could it be that the nun like Sister Jiu likes women? If this is the case, she can get as close to Sister Jiu, and they can be sisters. But before he got this White Lotus Saint, was this foreign woman taken the lead?

Seeing him in, Tretti had no sense of wearing clothes, nor did he mind that the other party's eyes were stumbled on his skin. Instead, he took the initiative to smile, "What, that stupid pig Perez can't satisfy you?"

"Nun, you are wronged by me. You are the only negotiator I have chosen from beginning to end. Who made you the life-savior of Feishuang? If you don't look at the monk's face, I will only recognize you in the face of the Buddha. Even if you are the count, you will not be as good as you in my face."

Treti smiled softly, and the towering peaks were rising and falling, which made the man's eyes pay more attention to it. She didn't mind this offense at all, but said with a smile: "Miss Leng, I finally know why you, such a beautiful angel, cannot get rid of this man's palm. Even though I knew he was lying, I was still happy in my heart. This was probably his magic."

Leng Feishuang smiled and moved her hand away from her neck. "Nun, now our identity has changed. Your hand no longer needs to sway near my neck. I know you can break it, but if you want to break mine, you are the one who is unlucky. Don't you want to negotiate? Well, now you can show sincerity and talk seriously."

Yang Chengzu waved his hand, "Fei Shuang, don't offend it, after all, you are your life-saving benefactor. Let's send some food outside, we have to discuss business. Doing business, harmony makes money, everyone has money to make money, and the world is peaceful and the world is beautiful." Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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