Reborn As a Pirate

Lorraine and Viscount Alfonso sat back under the umbrella, which represented that the negotiations had returned to the starting point.

Maybe not just the starting point.

The cloisonné was put away by the servants because it was in the way, and the small round table was replaced with two cups of fragrant English black tea, which even served with sliced ​​cucumber sandwiches, strawberry cake and English muffins.

Although they should actually be delicacies that appear at four o'clock in the afternoon, this is Spain, and Viscount Alfonso is nothing more than a local rich man who relies on illegal business to maintain a decent life. Lorraine feels that he can't ask for more.

He politely ate a small sandwich, and chatted happily with the Viscount about the weather and the rumor that the Grand Duke Victoria might have athlete's foot.

Halfway through the tea, the Viscount asked, "What should I call you, Mr. England?"

"Lorraine." Lorraine put down the teacup, crossed his fingers on his knees, "Lorraine Anason Drake."

"Drake?"

"It's the Drake you remember, Tavistock is my hometown."

Viscount Alfonso couldn't help laughing: "Francis Drake single-handedly led to the decline of the Port of Bilbao, and now his descendants actually come to Bermeo to seek gold?"

Lorraine spread his hands helplessly: "As an oriental proverb says, the predecessors plant trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade."

"The money is thrown on... what?"

"It's basically money thrown in the water, and one day it will float back to where it started with the ocean currents."

Viscount Alfonso was amazed: "I didn't expect that the mysterious orientals would be so proficient in the ocean."

"They know everything. The only problem is that they know so much that they don't know what they want."

It is undoubtedly wonderful to end the chat with the mysterious Orient, especially when Viscount Alfonso has learned an oriental proverb.

He thanked Lorraine with a smile, wiped his mouth, and said suddenly: "Mr. Drake, you are threatening me."

"No, no, no, no, you misunderstood." Lorraine waved his hands repeatedly, "I didn't mean to threaten you, and I didn't even bother to inquire about Miss Xavier's appearance and address. It's just to have a better chat with you, I Got some friends and was lucky enough to hear a beautiful and moving love story."

"real?"

"I'm from England, sir. Although your country and my country, your ancestors and my ancestors don't get along very well, at least we live in the same world and are influenced by modern civilization."

"A... civilized gentleman?"

"Etiquette, politeness, don't casually inquire about the details of a beautiful lady, let alone steal people's love and make things difficult for others, right?"

The two sides were silent for a long time, looking at each other without avoiding it.

After a long time, Viscount Alfonso laughed, picked up the teapot and refilled Lorraine's cup with his own hands: "I have to say, you have successfully changed my prejudice against the English."

"Thanks for your love, sir." Lorraine leaned on the chair, "Madam and cousin, is the Viscount feeling well?"

The Viscount smiled wryly: "I still love my wife. Although it may sound strange to say this, it is true. I care more about this marriage than she knows."

"What about Miss Xavier? Youth? Beauty?"

"She is very similar to Madam when she was young... confident, beautiful, proud, reserved, loyal to the Lord, and intelligent." Viscount Alfonso showed a reminiscing expression, "Madam changed a lot after that serious illness, becoming suspicious, Jealousy and meanness. I know a child is the only way we can ease our relationship, but God won't give him to us...”

"And you met Miss Xavier? A younger version of Mrs.?"

The Viscount smiled knowingly at Lorraine: "No, actually we knew each other before Madam got sick. If it wasn't for Carmen's insistence on obedience to the teachings and the need to remain holy before marriage, maybe at that romantic ball,

I have already picked off this delicate flower. "

"The romance of a Spanish gentleman is always more reserved than that of a Frenchman." Lorraine praised against his will, and softly recited the poem in a chant tone, "Love! In this secluded wild forest, safety and harmony are intertwined. Ecstasy, this is the domain of your blissful world, you have become a true God!"

Viscount Alfonso was greatly surprised when he read this line of poetry: "I didn't expect Mr. Drake to be a poet."

"I was just moved by your story again, and I felt it." Lorraine raised his teacup to salute the Viscount, "Viscount, I have prepared a gift for you."

"Not Oriental porcelain?"

"No, no matter how precious porcelain is, it's a dead thing, and my gift is Miss Xavier."

"Carmen?"

"The fortune tellers are very rigid, but fortunately, the civilized world has taught us how to persuade them, hasn't it?" Lorraine took a sip of tea and stood up: "It has been a long time for you. I look forward to seeing you next time , we can be friends, real friends."

Viscount Alfonso was stunned, sitting, and even forgot to get up to see him off.

Lorraine walked out of the viscount's manor like a perfect gentleman, and after making a turn, Hannah silently appeared behind him.

"Is it going well?"

"With the porcelain in front of me and the gold pounds in the future, I even arranged a damned love for him. What else can he be dissatisfied with when the business has reached this point?"

Hana nodded quietly: "It's good that it goes well, what kind of person is the Viscount?"

Lorraine had a disgusted expression: "I thought I had enough adaptation to the noble's view of love, but I didn't know until today that I was still too young."

"Eh?"

"Mr. Zacelica Alfonso, he is not only a rich man, but also a complete scumbag."

...

The next day, a purple tent was set up on the grass of the Alfonso estate.

Lorraine was dressed as a Roma, with a floral dress and a square hat, carrying a big box like a laborer, and a very long mustache on his face.

His black hair made him inconspicuous among a group of men, and his deep brown pupils were indistinguishable from the usual black pupils of Roma. It was just that his figure, which stood out from the crowd, was a bit taller, but it didn't matter, the protagonist this time was after all Women, men are just background boards.

He passed by Viscount Alfonso carrying the box and accidentally knocked down the servant beside him.

Taking advantage of being reprimanded by the viscount, he secretly stuffed something into the viscount's trouser pocket.

The Viscount was stunned for a moment, with a ghostly expression on his face.

Lorraine smiled slyly at the Viscount, and said with his lips: "A small gift, my friend."

After speaking, he took out a mahogany box from the box, held it in both hands, and walked into the tent.

The Viscount hurriedly found a reason to walk to an empty corner, and reached into his pocket.

He took out a handkerchief embroidered in Suzhou. On the handkerchief was a handsome oriental man sitting cross-legged under a tree, holding a beautiful oriental woman in his arms with a solemn expression.

There was also a note in the handkerchief, on which was written in beautiful cursive characters: "Liu Xiahui, the most famous gentleman in oriental legends. Only reserved and noble people like you and him can compete with beauty and beauty." In the face of desire, stick to your holy and pure love."

Holding the handkerchief, the Viscount's eyes were filled with tears.

"Best friend!" He looked at the tent and muttered to himself, "Mysterious East, mysterious...Mr. Drake."