Three Hundred and Twenty Ninth Cocoa Sweet

Sunrise by the lake.

The fiery red sun rose from the direction of the rainforest, scorching the colorful clouds all over the sky, climbing up to the sky bit by bit.

Lorraine stepped on a flat bluestone slab, with Henna holding a golden veil over her face, beside Freemani who was obviously dressed as a servant, followed by Leif and Barto who did not conceal their fierceness.

A group of five people stood quietly in front of the statue of the goddess of fertility in the church.

Ceres, the goddess of fertility, was originally Demeter in Greek mythology and Fora in Nordic mythology. When the glory of God spread throughout Europe, she was knocked off the altar and denounced as a false god.

But she was originally the people's beautiful imagination of a good harvest and food and clothing. After a while, she changed her appearance, added a pair of wings, and became an unknown angel under the throne of God.

People do not call the name of Ceres, but worship the image of Ceres. There are many such noble and unknown people under the seat of the only God, such as Cupid who likes to be mischievous, and Ceres in front of San Carlos Church. .

Naked Ceres stands peacefully in the center of the pool, looking up at the sky, with a water bottle on his shoulder. Bobo clear water flows down from the slanted bottle mouth, and under the sunlight, it cuts out a faint dazzling rainbow light, just like the ribbon she wove for herself, wrapped around her waist, and floated into the distance.

Lorraine doesn't quite understand the meaning of a military city dedicated to Ceres. There is not even a piece of farmland here. Even if Ceres is supernatural, it should not be able to make the natural rainforest grow food.

But after thinking about it, he suddenly understood again.

San Carlos is the golden field of the Spaniards. It takes six months to grow the field and six months to harvest. Isn’t it just right to worship Ceres in such a planting industry that depends on the weather.

Thinking of this, Lorraine burst out laughing.

What a smart Spaniard...

"Laugh before the angel of abundance, sir, would you share the joy in my heart with me?"

Lorraine was smiling when a clear voice suddenly came from behind him.

Following the sound, Lorraine saw a handsome young man with deep eye sockets and a short beard.

The young man was riding on a white horse, wearing a handsome bright blue navy uniform, and behind him stood more than a dozen musketeers in an orderly and well-trained queue.

Judging from the armband, his military rank should be a major, and this time will appear in the west city as a lieutenant commander,

It can only be the captain of the San Carlos, Major Francisco de Mara.

Bite the hook so easily?

Lorraine was surprised, but his face showed a dazed look: "Excuse me, Mr. Officer?"

"As the new face of San Carlos, sir should learn to introduce himself first."

"Sorry, I like to travel, but I seldom introduce myself." Lorraine smiled without showing weakness. "Family and name will only have meaning in the mouth of friends. If you are getting along with strangers, sir is actually enough."

"Mr. Prudent..." Major Marat muttered dissatisfiedly, jumped off his horse and strode closer.

He took off his gloves and handed them to his entourage, and extended his hand to Lorraine: "Francisco de Mara, Major of the Grenada Garrison Fleet, Captain of the San Carlos."

Lorraine let go of Henna, and shook hands with Major Mara tightly: "Rul de Sebillian, from Madrid."

"De Sebillian?"

"My father has some property in Texas, but I spend more time in New Orleans. You know, people like us can justifiably escape those nasty dances and parties by following our own caravans. .”

This is all true.

In New Orleans there was a rambunctious nobleman named Ruhr, whose father was a large planter in Texas and Viscount Sebillian, a district councilor.

Lorraine knew him because this noble son was madly obsessed with Carmen, and even blocked the water tank of the Jackdaw, and challenged Lorraine to a duel.

The results are obvious.

Witnessed by the three gentlemen in the dock area, Lorraine beat the nobleman to the ground with five moves, kicking him to the ground with one kick, kicking him in the face with three kicks, and stepping into the water with his last kick, without even pulling out his knife.

This duel hit Mr. Ruhr very hard. I heard that he went to Asia with his family's fleet. Judging from the time, he should be somewhere in the East India now, or enjoying the blessings in heaven.

The Sebilian family is a celebrity in Texas. According to the social distance in Spain, their reputation should be able to spread to Nicaragua, but they will not overlap with the gentlemen of this generation. They are the best counterfeit objects for Lorraine.

Moreover, Sebilian is a Castilian with a strong Moorish ancestry in his family. Rule himself is black-haired, brown-eyed, curly, and he has a dark-skinned cousin who is with him most of the time.

After reporting out of the house, Lorraine stared at Major Mala's expression.

Doubt, clarity, surprise, kindness...

Sure enough, he had heard of Sebilian, and the degree of familiarity was just what Lorraine needed, higher than ignorance, lower than understanding.

Major Mara's attitude suddenly became more enthusiastic: "Mr. Sebilian, I didn't expect you to be the restless young master of Sebilian's family!"

"Have you ever heard of me?" Lorraine properly expressed doubts.

"Of course I've heard of it!" Major Marat laughed loudly, "You are very famous in the aristocratic circle, for your talent, appearance, and restless temperament, but the most famous one is your duel in New Orleans. I I heard that you took the initiative to provoke the tyrant Edward of Louisiana, but he didn't kill you?"

"This...is just a smuggler, how dare he?"

"That's right!" Major Mara patted Lorraine's shoulder heavily. "My uncle and your father have known each other for a long time. They are old friends. I have heard of you several times since I was transferred to Grenada."

"It must be God's arrangement that we meet in San Carlos! Please come to my mansion for dinner tonight. When there is a chance, let's go to Grenada to meet uncle!"

"...Respect, it is better to obey..."

...

[San Carlos' military strength is far beyond our capabilities, there is no chance of winning by storm]

【Our chances are in their internal struggle】

[The power conflict here is very sharp, sharper than I imagined]

[Today I went to the West City with the idea of ​​testing, so that Leif and Barto can show the ferocity of the outlaws as much as possible]

[As a result, the fish took the bait quickly, and I didn't even wait until I went to the lakeside pier]

[This shows that Francisco de Mara can't wait to embarrass Antonio de Torresias, he urgently needs a new face that he can use]

[The reason, I guess is that the rainy season is coming]

[Mara invited me to dinner tonight and talked about the season in San Carlos]

[Under normal circumstances, Nicaragua will enter the rainy season in late April and early May]

[The rainfall in the first month is exceptionally heavy, the water level of Lake Nicaragua will skyrocket, and the water level of the San Juan River will also skyrocket]

[At this stage, the river current is turbulent and not suitable for boats. But a month later, as the rain weakens, the river will calm down]

【That is the beginning of San Carlos golden season】

[Nicaragua Governor's Palace, Grenada Garrison Fleet, and the San Carlos Civilian Army all expect to take control of this golden field at this stage]

[Now is the period when the power struggle in San Carlos is the most intense and has no lower limit. At the same time, it is also the period that is most beneficial to us]

[Mara definitely wants me to do something, although he hasn't said anything now]

[But I will let him speak out, I will satisfy him, and I will do better than he expected, with a greater impact, leaving San Carlos with a scar that is difficult to heal]

【Looking at it now, I think seizing the San Carlos is a feasible option, and preparations should be made in advance. But the people I brought are only enough to sail the boat, and to form a combat force, at least 50 people are needed for support]

[Reinforcements can pass through the forest and reach the lake from the north of the fortress. It is facing the north city wall, which is the weak link of St. Caroline's defense, but if you cannot enter the city, the reinforcements will inevitably take unnecessary risks for a long time. It is up to you to judge whether to implement it or not.]

【still have a question. Judging from Marat's words, my chosen avatar seemed to know the Admiral of the Grenada Garrison Fleet. Although the possibility of meeting is not high, the risk of exposure must be estimated]

[This means that the initiative to act is not completely in my hands. I will probably act early or evacuate, it depends on your choice]

【Looking forward to your reply, Lorraine Anason Drake】

After sealing the letter paper and stamping it, Lorraine leaned on the back of the chair and stretched.

Hina habitually sticks in the shadows as usual, and her special breathing technique obscures her sense of existence. If it is not in the eyes, even Lorraine will ignore her existence from time to time.

But more often, Lorraine can still feel her.

"Hina." He called out.

"What's wrong?"

"At dinner today, Major Mara and I introduced my taciturn cousin. He invited us to take a trip to the lake on the San Carlos tomorrow. From an etiquette point of view, it is not suitable for you to be absent like today."

Hana wrinkled her nose cutely, and said dissatisfiedly: "But my Spanish is very rusty, most of them are taught by Carmen, and I don't teach it well."

"You don't have to talk, Mara won't pursue you anyway." Lorraine smiled, "Although he is fascinated by your beauty, I told him that you are my fiancée. Considering that pursuing you may lose my friendship , he wouldn't be so ignorant."

"Me? Fiancee?" Henna's face turned red to the base of her neck, the light coffee color turned into a strong cocoa color, revealing a strong and sweet smell.

Lorraine took a deep breath of the wafting sweet air, and pointed out: "Hina, I suddenly want to drink hot cocoa."

"I'll ask someone to go soak!" Hai Nafei also seemed to escape from the house, and closed the door with a bang, "No! I'll go soak myself!"

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