"Why, has our navy also been attacked?" Zong Lin asked repeatedly for coughing.

Zong Huan silently took out his handkerchief, wiped off the tea soup from his face, shook his head and said, "That's not there. Ruolin Zhenxing and his navy members are still staying in Yuki Port."

"That's good, that's good." Zong Lin then breathed a sigh of relief. The battle with the Maori family was inseparable from his Fenghou navy. "What did the Ming Dynasty people do?"

"They did not come in person, but sent Juntachi Omura as an envoy to propose to form an alliance with us." Zong Huan put away the handkerchief and said, "It is said that as long as we agree with their three conditions, we can help us defeat the Maori family."

"What a big tone." Zong Lin sneered: "What's the condition?"

"From then on, Kyushu Island can only do business with the Danluo Chamber of Commerce they designated, and no other foreign ships are allowed to dock." Zong Huan said as he glanced at his lord's face. In fact, he was the same as Juntachi Omura, and felt that this condition was quite Ok... After being with the Southern Barbarians for a long time, he would say a few words of Western languages.

However, Otomo Sorin touched his shiny head and remained silent. After a while, he slowly shook his head and said, "I refuse."

"Why? Who is it not to do business with?" Zong Huan asked in confusion.

"We are sure to win this battle. If the Ming Dynasty people don't help us, we can win too." Then Zong Lin said, "So why should I pay for what I already have?"

"And I have had enough of their blackmail. Whether it is Wang Zhi or the Southern Barbarians, I have earned too much gold and silver from us in the past few years!" After a pause, he snorted coldly: "Ming Dynasty silk, tea, and porcelain, as long as they are shipped to us, they will immediately increase the price ten times, and treat us as suckers! What do they rely on? Isn't we just have no choice and can only do business with one?"

"Yes." Zong Huan nodded. He also heard that these were ordinary items in the Ming Dynasty, but they were sold very expensive when they arrived in Japan. For example, a blue and white porcelain plate, which only costs more than ten cents per in Hangzhou, but it costs two hundred mosquitoes when they arrived in Japan. It was so dark.

"Now, we finally have the opportunity to get rid of their blackmail, and we must not miss it again!" Otomo Sorin held his hands behind his back, and watched the maple leaves in the courtyard falling into the pool with bright eyes, and said unwaveringly: "Tell Omura Juntachi, at most I agree that the Ming Dynasty and the Nanman people have the same rights - they can trade freely in my territory! It is impossible to give them more."

He was talking about his own territory, not Kitakyushu. Because he just didn't want to be exploited by foreigners, it doesn't mean he didn't want to exploit his own people. So he naturally wanted to monopolize the island's foreign trade, not that everyone could do business with foreigners.

"If they are not satisfied, they will fight with the Southern Barbarians. No one of us can afford to offend." Ototo Sorin stretched and said lightly with a calm face.

"Just this way, will they turn to the Maori family?" Zong Huan reminded him.

"Hiss..." Otomo Sorin frowned when he heard this, and shook his head after a while, "Even if they want to form an alliance with the Maori family, the Mori family should not agree. The Maori family's naval army is stronger than us, and there is also the help of the Murakami navy. The Mori family's ambition is not expected, we have already..."

When it comes to the highest secret of this battle, even if he was the only two of them, Otomo Sorin chose to jump over and said, "So I believe that Yuan Jue-kun will not agree to them."

"But maybe Yuan will be in vain and slander." Zong Huan thought of another possibility: "Pretend to coax them first, and then turn against each other after the war."

"No." Otomo Sorin said decisively: "The Ming Dynasty fleet could defeat even Western ships, and it would be impossible to deceive them."

"And how can foreigners count on it?" Zong Lin said, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He had already suffered such a loss once.

That was eight years ago, when the Otomo family last fought with the Maori family. Because Zong Lin had long seen the power of the Southern Barbarians' ships and cannons, he threatened to cut off trade and asked them to send ships to help him attack Menshi Castle, which guarded the Guanmen Strait.

The artillery of the Southern Barbarians was very fierce, and soon they bombed the Maori army under the mountain city and fled into the city of Mensishan. However, the artillery of the Southern Barbarians failed to attack the city. After firing a few shots, they started to work but failed. On the same day, they asked him to fire the ammunition as a reason to be insufficient. The Otomo family finally gave up attacking the city of Mensishan and gave control of the Strait to the Maori army, which resulted in the final failure. He and his generals had to take responsibility by becoming a monk.

As the saying goes, once he is bitten by a snake for ten years, he is afraid of a rope. With the lesson he taught last time, how could he still place his hope on outsiders?

He can't even do it, so how could the most wise general in the West?

~~

In the seaside church in Usuki Castle Town.

The sun shines in through colorful glass, and the piano plays elegant religious music.

Under the crucifix, Father Louis, wearing a black priest robe and hanging a golden cross, was reading with the Bible.

"If you follow my laws and keep my commandments, I will bring rain to you, and the earth will produce earthly products, and the trees in the fields will bear fruit..."

Omura Juntachi, who came from afar, was kneeling respectfully in front of Jesus' statue and chanting the scriptures devoutly.

"I will give peace to your land...I will cause evil beasts to be destroyed from your land. Even swords and swords will not pass through your land. You will chase enemies, and they will fall under your sword. You five will chase one hundred people, and one hundred will chase ten thousand people. The enemy will fall under your sword. I will favor you..."

"I will be your God, and you will be my people. I am the Lord your God." The priest slowly closed the Bible and drew a cross on his chest, saying, "It missa est."

"Thank you, Lord." Juntaku Omura also drew a cross devoutly. After standing up, he bowed and kissed Father Louis's hand and said, "Thank you too for the priest for holding a special mass for me."

"The Lord always favors His most devout believers, such as Don Romeo," Father Louis invited with a smile, "Come and use the holy communion."

The two of them came to the small restaurant in the church and enjoyed blood-red wine in glasses and baked golden bread.

The priest gently shook the glass in his hand, and the wine showed his worry. "My child, have you seen Father Torres?"

"See." Juntaku Omura swallowed the bread in his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth with a snow-white napkin, and replied: "He and the captain were safe and sound, and the Ming Dynasty gave them the treatment they deserve."

As he said that, he drew another cross, thinking that pouring the toilet was also a promising job. "Of course they still hope to get their freedom back as soon as possible."

"That's of course, Father Torres is the pioneer who accompanied Father Xavi, and is also the most important spiritual pillar of our Jesus in Japan." The priest said in a deep voice: "I have reported this to the diocese of Kyoto, and people will be sent over there soon. We will definitely rescue him as soon as possible."

After a pause, the priest said, "Of course, there are Colonel Pinto and his crew."

"The priest means, don't wait for Macau to reply?" Juntaku Omura asked in surprise.

"There are also children of the Lord. In an emergency, we, the Jesus, can represent Macau and negotiate with each other." Father Louis nodded and said, "Of course, we have sent the Clippers to Macau to inform us of this matter as soon as possible. The final result is still to be approved by the Governor."

"I understand." Juntachi Omura nodded, thinking that he still underestimated these harmless missionaries, and could actually represent the Southern Barbarians.

"By the way, my children, those Ming Dynasty people, what attitude do we have toward our Chezhidan Teaching?" Louis suddenly asked tightly.

"There is no particular obvious sign." Juntaku Omura thought about it and replied vaguely: "It seems that he is not particularly interested."

"Didn't you show irreconcilable like those Buddhists?" Louis said relentlessly.

"That's not." Juntachi Omura had to answer honestly: "In fact, that Mr. Zhao seems to know the Chezhi Dan Sect and you Portuguese very well. But priests, we East Asians say that we are hiding and not revealing. The more we are in a high position, the less we cannot let the people below see their own ideas. So what he thinks of you is that we must not only listen to their words, but also observe their actions."

"Listen to what he said and see what he should do?" Louis thought this sentence was very good. "Is this Chinese rhetoric again?"

"Yes." Juntaku Omura nodded, "China is our teacher, and our civilization is thanks to them."

"Well." Father Louis couldn't help but show his fascination. Going to China to preach was the purpose of their Jesus coming to the East - especially after understanding that they could not conquer this great empire by force, they wanted to infiltrate with religion.

Unfortunately, Father Shaburo tried his best and did not set foot in the mainland of Ming Dynasty. In the end, he died on the island in Guangdong with regret and was buried in Macau.

For every Jesuit who is brave enough to challenge, winning China is their ultimate goal. Whoever can be the first to go to China to preach will receive supreme glory and will definitely be sacred in the future!

"My child, when will you go back?" Father Louis couldn't help but feel excited.

"When Otomo's house returns, I will go back to Yokoseura to report the message." Juntachi Omura replied. These red-haired ghosts were all thinking on their faces, and they could easily see their thoughts. But Juntachi Omura was also happy to see it. If these missionaries could develop Mr. Zhao into a church member, wouldn't everything be done?

Hallelujah!

"What are the instructions for the priest?"

"You wait for two days." Father Louis said in a deep voice: "After Kyoto sends people, we will set out with you."
Chapter completed!