Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1208 Miss Mendoza

Donna Marina de Arellano waited bored for a long time, until she felt her whole body start to feel sore, and then a young woman appeared.

Marina looked at this young "Madame" or "Miss", it was hard to say the true identity of this woman, if this is a pirate's den, then the person who came must be a lowly woman, but her clothes and Her appearance seemed to indicate that she was of noble birth, perhaps a certain noble lady or woman.

Behind her were two young women with Asian faces, wearing the short and simple cotton clothes of "pirates".With a belt around their waists, they all wear a khaki almost triangular hard leather bag around their waists—the same as many male pirates hang around their waists.
Marina's estimate is based on the woman's clothing.Miss Mendoza's dresses seemed to her eccentric, even frivolous in design, but beautifully made and dazzled in a special fabric--neither cotton nor silk, or even the best Italian fabric. French, French and Chinese silks did not have the peculiar texture and luster of her clothing.

Lady Lade was strikingly beautiful—a rare feature even by aristocratic standards: a beautiful head of thick brown curly hair, large almond-colored eyes...but her dark pupils and slightly Her dark skin suggests that she is likely to be a Kwario, probably in her 20s.

But the Crivao people she knew—even those two or three generations of Crivao people, who have not mixed a little Indian blood since the first generation of their mixed blood, and their appearance cannot be compared with the ones in front of them. women on a par.She simply mixed all the advantages of the yellow and white races.

She was taller than Marina, even taller than many men.She stood up straight, her gait was light and dignified.The flames of health and vitality are dancing everywhere in the body.She moves with confidence.The way she stands, the way she looks, even the way she holds her head up—all of these silently announce to the world: I am a big shot.Noble blood flows in the veins.

But why is she here?A noble woman from Kwario was trapped in this pirate's lair, and Miss Marina couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Because Miss Mendoza acted as an interpreter when the prisoners were captured and when they first arrived in Lingao, she was a person familiar to Marina, and her Spanish was her mother tongue, so she accepted the task of the Foreign Intelligence Service. : Take her to purify, accompany her, and try to get as much information from her as possible.

"I guess you won't get much useful information from her. You just need to try to understand her background and the purpose of going to Manila."

"If you think I have not obtained enough information, will you interrogate her?" Miss Mendoza asked nervously.

"Every prisoner will be interrogated." Li Yan said with a reassuring smile.

"I mean..." Miss Mendoza hesitated, "Will you torture her... um...?"

"Diana!" Zhou Weisen, who accompanied her to the Intelligence Bureau, called out nervously.

"It's okay." Li Yan continued to smile, "No. We don't approve of using such primitive methods—there are many ways to ask people to speak up." He continued, "Of course, the better you do your job, she The more it cooperates with our work, the less necessary certain interrogation techniques - rest assured, are not 'euphemisms'."

So Mendoza came here to "serve the Senate" with mixed feelings.

The Kwario noblewoman gestured to her and said in Spanish, "Please follow me."

Marina stood up hesitantly. After sitting for so long, she really wanted to know what kind of medicine the other party was selling in the gourd.

Mrs. Tolosa quickly stood up, as if she wanted to continue to fulfill her obligations, Miss Mendoza made a "declining" gesture: "Please wait here."

Mrs. Tolosa said nervously, "This is my duty."

"It's better for you to follow our arrangement here." Miss Mendoza is worthy of a linguistics major, and she speaks Spanish elegantly and euphemistically without losing authority. "You are our captive."

Mrs. Tolosa seemed to be alerted suddenly, and immediately stopped in her tracks, standing there blankly, at a loss.The young lady who watched helplessly as her guard was brought in.

Miss Mendoza led her into a corridor with doors at intervals, and after a few turns the lady opened one of the doors.When they came out, they were already in a yard.The walls of the courtyard were painted white, as in Spain.In the middle of the courtyard is a small red brick building with a simple appearance and a roof made of some unknown material.The circular tubes covered the entire roof, shining brightly, like metal, but with a softer luster—could it be glass?
She could tell at once from the outlandish design and materials that the house had been recently built.The iron pipes protruding from the building and extending into the sky are still shining, uncorrupted by time and weather.

The noble lady Crivao opened the door - which surprised her very much, because the two pirate maids were standing beside them but did not go up to open the door first.As a result, she couldn't help feeling a bit of pity and contempt for Mendoza.

"Please come in." Mendoza didn't know the complicated feelings in her heart, because this noble lady had already learned how to hide her feelings after years of education of the aristocratic women in the monastery, and she was as calm as water.

"May I ask your first and last name?"

"My name is Diana Mendoza."

There is no "Tang", no "De" - although the surname Mendoza is quite prominent in America.So the other party is a woman of civilian origin.Marina thought, unconsciously revealing a haughty expression.

Entering the door, there is another corridor.There are one door after another in the corridor.The floor was made of clay-fired square bricks, and there seemed to be water stains in the gaps.Bright sunlight streams in from the glass windows.

Mendoza looked at the metal plate on the door, then opened a door with a key and asked her to go in.

Inside the door was a strange room—very strange, and Marina had never seen such a house in the New World or in Spain.The room is not big, and the walls and floor here are covered with a crystal clear material that is smoother and more beautiful than the best marble.The material has beautiful patterns and patterns, a bit like the luxurious mansions left by the Moors she visited with her father when she was in Spain, but this material is more charming than the mosaics and colored clay bricks of the Moors. Suddenly remembered something - porcelain!
The dignitaries of Spain and New Spain have always collected some porcelain from China to boast of their wealth and artistic taste.

She suddenly understood that she was standing in a room paved with porcelain.

Thinking of this, she almost fainted—could this be the island of pirates in Ali Baba's story?
"Please take a shower here," Miss Mendoza said. "If you want to make it easier, the door on the left is the...toilet." Mendoza hesitated for a moment, and did not use the modern euphemism of the bathroom.

bath?It's just ridiculous.She is a dignified and elegant lady who washes her face and hands every day, and washes her feet at night. Even if it is inconvenient to do laundry on the boat, she will change her underwear once every two weeks.

The habit of bathing is unique to the Jews.Moreover, doctors and priests all said that frequent bathing is easy to get the Black Death.

"You're welcome." Marina said gracefully, "I wash my hands and face every day on the boat."

Miss Mendoza shook her head regretfully, she did not speak.However, the door suddenly opened.Four Asian women walked in through the door.They are short, but very strong and strong, with their sleeves rolled up, carrying small rattan baskets and wooden buckets in their hands.

Marina felt the dangerous atmosphere, took a step back in fear, and said loudly: "Please don't do this!"

"I don't want that either," Miss Mendoza replied politely.

Marina suddenly realized that she had fallen into the hands of Arab slave traders!She heard stories about Arab and Turkish harems from a few people who came back from North Africa. Almost every noble harem has a huge bathroom, where the female slaves bathe, aromatherapy, and massage every day, waiting for their masters. Lin Xing...

She screamed and turned to run away.However, the door behind her was tightly locked, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open it.

By the way, what if it is opened?There must have been two female pirates standing outside the door.

She turned to face Mendoza—this noble woman who could speak Spanish suddenly became all she could rely on. She stretched out her hands to her, and cried out pleadingly:

"For God's sake, help me!"

Mendoza stopped the female staff who were eager to go up to "purify".caught her hands.

"Don't be afraid...we won't harm you, but you have to obey my orders, otherwise..."

"Yes, yes, yes," Marina was terrified, thinking of the terrible prospect of falling into the harem of the heathen, she could hardly control her emotions, and said incoherently, "Please tell your master, I am Spain. Daughter of a nobleman, my father has enough money to pay the ransom, please don't sell me to the Arabs... please give me time, I will write a letter to Manila, to New Spain..."

"Please calm down," Mendoza said, "You are now a captive of the Senate, and your fate must be decided by the Senate. Before that, you must completely obey me. Do I understand you?"

(End of this chapter)