mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 510 Don't I Want To Arrange Me?

Claris has never served "vegetative people" experience.

She asked Zhao Chuanxin to lie flat, then stood in front of a pile of food at a loss, picked up a can, and subconsciously asked, "Are you hungry?"

After that, I feel stupid.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't even open his mouth, so naturally he couldn't eat.

She walked back and forth in the cabin with the ants on the hot pot.

In the torment, she didn't know how many times she walked, and she felt that her legs were a little cramp.

Usually, everyone avoids them as if avoiding the plague god.

Only today, the more urgent it is, the more people always knock on the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Claris jumped up in fright.

Then he quickly stabilized his mind, pretended to be calm, and said calmly, "Who?"

"I am the captain. Ma'am, let me tell you that we will arrive in Hawaii tomorrow."

"Okay, got it, back off."

Claris replied in the tone that nobles would use in shadow plays.

Outside, the captain had a suspicious look on his face.

It feels weird.

But he didn't think too much, took off his hat, scratched his head and left.

In the cabin, Claris sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping the unstoppable sweat from his forehead.

Not only was she helpless, but she also found out that she didn't even have hobbies during this torment.

Otherwise, this time can also be used to pass the difficult time.

In the end, she just lay down next to the unconscious Zhao Chuanxin with tears in her eyes, put her arms around his waist, and buried her face in his chest.

Even in a coma, he seemed to give people a sense of security, which was strange.

It was a difficult day, and it finally passed.

At night, Claris hardly slept.

When she looked out the porthole in bright light the next morning, she couldn't see the coastline.

Before that, she was in a hurry to dock.

But at this time, she wished to arrive later.

At least when Zhao Chuanxin is awake.

Look at Zhao Chuanxin, still closing his eyes tightly.

Neither eat nor drink, nor urinate.

In just one night, his cheeks were thinner, and he was still so pale, he looked very pale at first glance.

Francis Fuller called again and asked if he would bring them breakfast.

Claris pretended to be impatient: "I told you not to disturb me, I'm going to Hawaii soon, is there anything to eat?"

Francis Fuller stroked his William Hu, feeling something was wrong.

He went to the captain's room with a heavy heart.

"Captain, there seems to be something wrong with Zhao Chuanxin."

The captain frowned: "What's wrong? He's going to kill again?"

"No, no, you misunderstood." Francis Fuller couldn't laugh or cry: "I mean, they all came to the restaurant to eat before, but they didn't come yesterday, and I didn't open the door when I went to deliver the food, and it was the same this morning."

The captain smiled wretchedly: "It's normal, I was like this when I was young, and I forgot to eat and sleep when I did that kind of thing. You have seen that woman too, her ass is as plump as a full moon, and her long legs are strong and powerful, which can drain a man's energy."

Francis Fuller frowned and pondered, and suddenly asked: "You went to tell them yesterday that they will dock today, did you hear Zhao Chuanxin's voice?"

The captain recalled it for a while, then shook his head: "It seems not."

"This..." Francis Fuller suggested, "Why don't you go and try it out?"

The captain was startled: "Fake, why don't you go?"

"I..." Francis Fuller was speechless.

If he was asked to deliver food, he would go there without hesitation.

After all, as a diplomat, he has 100% no social fear, and he is thick-skinned enough to judge the situation.

However, now he has other thoughts, the so-called guilty conscience, if he goes at this time, his heart will inevitably be full of scruples.

In the end he sighed and said, "Forget it, anyway, I will be able to send this plague god away when I get to Hawaii soon."

……

hawaii.

Miao Cuihua tried to calm down and sat in the best thatched hut of the Kanaka tribe.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master, are you worried about Master? It was raining heavily when we left, and Master must have been delayed because he didn't want to brave the rain. Don't worry, he will be fine. He will come within two days. If you don't believe me, just watch."

The high priest is here to accompany him, but he is reticent, generally silent, and often has a straight face, matching the deep valleys on his face, he looks like a clay sculpture with a wooden body.

Miao Cuihua pursed her lips and said, "Nothing."

Jiang Bo was eating local mashed potatoes, tsk-tsk-ing.

Samuel Goldberg whispered next to him: "If I were you, I would definitely not eat it, because I have seen the process of making this kind of food."

Jiang Bo's face froze: "Very dirty?"

"They were barefoot, sitting on the ground, and only covered a huge leaf to operate on it. Some of the leaves were stepped on..."

Jiang Bo: "..."

"vomit……"

At this moment, a Hawaiian man hurried in and said to the high priest, "High priest, there is a beautiful woman outside, and she came to see you by name."

This person was Ji Xi. When he saw the staff of Zhao Chuanxin on the dock, he thought that Zhao Chuanxin was the incarnation of the god of war, Kuku.

The high priest didn't shy away either: "Bring her in."

The five of Miao Cuihua and Ganfan all watched curiously.

Kirsch brings in a Latin American woman.

After the woman came in, with a puzzled face, he stepped forward to sniff, and then turned around: "Wow, woof..."

Benjamin Goldberg stood up suddenly: "Are you sure? My master's taste?"

Dry rice and nod the dog's head.

And Claris also spoke: "High Priest, Constantine, oh no, it's Zhao Chuanxin who wants me to come to you and ask you to take the Kanaka warriors to meet him at the pier."

Claris felt a little guilty.

High Priest, it sounds like a bluff.

Do people really care about it?
She couldn't help but think of Zhao Chuanxin's weak appearance when he woke up. When he heard that the ship was about to dock, he immediately ordered her to go ashore under the name of the diplomat Francis Fuller and come to the settlement of the Kanaka tribe to find the high priest.

Because Zhao Chuanxin swayed when he walked now, if he got off the boat like this, it might cause troubles, so he had to find a helper first.

After hearing this, the high priest could not help but glance at Miao Cuihua and the others.

Speaking of the beginning of the [-]th century, who knew Zhao Chuanxin best?
It must be Miao Cuihua who has been taking care of him closely.

She got up immediately: "Is he injured?"

She didn't ask about the relationship between the woman in front of her and Zhao Chuanxin, or anything else, but asked the key point.

Clarice turned his gaze to Miao Cuihua.

Leaving aside her appearance and figure, just talking about her temperament made her feel a little sour.

Not a wealthy daughter, not a strong woman in the workplace, but an inexplicable, healthy, pure, mature woman who sees through the rules of secular games.

At the first glance, Claris dared to say that this woman must be more careful and caring than her.

Clarys nodded and shook his head.

That silly appearance made the people in the room puzzled.

The high priest narrowed his eyes, got up, leaned on the ground with a long cane, and said after a pause, "Kish, call people to follow me, and bring your guns."

The gun was left by Zhao Chuanxin when he left last time.

Kishi hurried out.

After hearing Miao Cuihua's words, Rachel Kervez became inexplicably anxious, but tried her best to suppress it.

At this moment, I couldn't bear it any longer: "Is he really injured?"

Claris originally wanted to act like a landlord's maid, but after all, he was guilty of lack of acting skills, and said with a bit of tears: "He suddenly vomited blood, but no one touched him, and I don't know what happened."

Benjamin Goldberg interjected, "Does my master have enemies?"

What he said was on point.

Claris nodded sharply: "Everyone on the whole ship is hostile to him, but they dare not show it. But if we don't pick him up, I'm afraid it will be revealed soon."

Miao Cuihua took out a Lugang M1907 from her bag.

Crack...crack the hammer!

This is the self-defense weapon that Zhao Chuanxin gave her. The handle of the gun is not a deer, but a vulgar carving of a man and a woman, the kind of kissing.

"Go, we can't wait, let's go first."

To Samuel Goldberg's surprise, his son Benjamin Goldberg also took out a Lugang M1907.

Of course, this gun is not specially made.

Seeing his son skillfully operating the pistol, Samuel Goldberg's eyelids twitched.

He is still a child.

The high priest didn't stop him either: "We'll be there soon."

Miao Cuihua led the people away first.

Come to the pier.

Samuel Goldberg first took out money and bribed the customs staff on the pier before following Claris on board the ship.

Ordinary passengers had disembarked long ago, and the only ones who remained on board were the captain, the crew, and Francis Fuller.

They all gathered in front of Zhao Chuanxin's cabin.

Francis Fuller said, "Mr. Zhao, they have already arrived in Hawaii, so you can let them disembark."

Zhao Chuanxin's voice came out, and the volume was low: "Don't I want to arrange a meeting? Wait for someone to greet you, and stop talking nonsense."

"But when will your people come?" Francis Fuller and the captain winked wildly.

Both of them sensed that something was wrong.

According to Zhao Chuanxin's temper, if he was impatient, he could directly poke a big hole in the ship and let a whole crew of people die on the bottom of the sea.

But now, Zhao Chuanxin didn't leave the cabin at all.

At this moment.

boom!
A gunshot came from the cabin.

Everyone backed away in horror.

Zhao Chuanxin said lightly: "A few ink marks."

He felt dizzy for a while, but he held it back and didn't show any flaws.

The mentality is much more stable than that of Claris.

At this moment, Miao Cuihua took people aboard.

Jiang Bo stepped forward, his neck stuck, his face arrogant, and he snorted before speaking: "I am Mr. Zhao's tailor, and we are here to greet him, why don't you move out of the way?"

Francis Fuller was quite displeased to see this man so pretentious.

In front of Zhao Chuanxin, I am white, and you are also white. We are all inferior to him, but why are you so good at pretending?
Immediately Francis Fuller was stunned.

How could such an idea come up?
Therefore, as long as the oppression lasts for a long time, the oppressed will succumb in their hearts and gradually recognize their own identities.

"Let them in."

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin's hoarse voice came from the cabin.

Finally no need to pretend...

(End of this chapter)