Mr. Zhao invited the Black Prince and the Green Queen to have a big meal with a Boniac flavor until around 3 pm. The guests and guests parted with joy.

After he took a rest for half an hour, Sebastian, who had been waiting for most of the day, was so hungry that he was finally led to the back garden of the Governor's Mansion by the young secretary.

Under the thick shade of the huge camphor tree, Mr. Zhao wore sunglasses and sat lazy on the rocking chair, drowsy amid the melodious music.

The young secretary stepped forward and whispered to Zhao Hao to report the arrival of the guests.

Only then did Mr. Zhao slowly take off his sunglasses, stretched his waist and stood up, and smiled tiredly at Sebastian, saying, "What's the matter so anxious? Can't you wait until you return to Yongxia?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes secretly and said, "When you return to Yongxia, you don't know where to go."

"I can't wait." After three years of mingling with the Ming people, he finally practiced Chinese. "My country is facing the invasion of Spain, and I must return to my country immediately!"

"That's it." Zhao Hao picked up a cigar and sniffed it gently at the end of his nose. I don't know if he wanted to smell the thigh of the girl on his head or was thinking about his words.

In fact, Mr. Zhao is simply sleepy...

"Young Master, the battle has been over now. And I am irreconcilable with Spain now. What else do you have to worry about?" Sebastian couldn't help but feel worried. After years of living under someone's back, he finally learned to look at people.

"Haha, your Majesty, you misunderstood." Zhao Hao yawned and lowered his head to get the lighter. Xiao Sai quickly picked it up first, scrubbed the fire, and lit a cigarette for him.

"Indeed, the group has lifted your restrictions on returning to China." Zhao Hao took a cigar and said, "I am just worried about your safety. As far as I know, Your Majesty is afraid that he will die when he returns."

"How could it be? If I knew I was still alive, our military and civilians would definitely be very motivated!" Xiao Sai said with a blushing face.

Zhao Hao raised his hand to stop Sebastian from continuing to argue, slowly exhaled the milky white smoke, enjoying the mellow smell of Luzon tobacco leaves, and then said:

"But the problem is that your nobles and the upper class have already been on the side of Philip II."

"This..." Sebastian twitched his face and said stubbornly: "It's nothing, it's just because they thought I was dead."

"Haha..." Zhao Hao bit the cigar and looked at Xiaosai with an idiot's look: "Gambling players know that 'buy it and leave', let alone a noble group with great family and noble status. Since they have chosen to be loyal to Philip II, they cannot say it lightly, otherwise they will be regarded as betrayal by His Majesty."

Then Zhao Hao said word by word: "Betrayal comes at a price."

"That's different." Sebastian's face turned red, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out, arguing: "I am the orthodox king of the Avish dynasty. I will be deprived of my noble status..."

"They are already nobles enthroned by Philip II." Zhao Hao reminded Sebastian with a smile.

Sebastian was stunned and could only say something difficult to understand, such as "I am the country" and "I am the hope of the whole country."

Zhao Hao did not laugh happily, but sprinkled salt on his wounds and said, "According to reliable information, your country's deputy Indian king and the Governor of Malacca have both sworn allegiance to Philip II in exchange for re-election. So we must evaluate whether you will send the sheep into the tiger's mouth when you let Your Majesty go back."

Sebastian was completely speechless. The ministers kept saying loyalty and honor all day long, but surrendered more quickly than anyone else, which made him ashamed of shame.

"The results of the evaluation are not optimistic." Zhao Hao then put his arms around Sebastian's shoulders and replaced it with the tone of the heart-wrenching elder brother:

"Let's assume the best situation first. Just besides His Majesty is still the chosen son. When the governor of the overseas colonies sees you, he will be in a hurry and let you return to Portugal smoothly. How much chance of winning can you have against Spain?"

"Don't forget that in the Battle of the Mahazan River, tens of thousands of Portuguese died in the battlefield. 15,000 Portuguese, including the nobles of all over the country, became Moroccan prisoners. In the following years, in order to redeem these prisoners, almost every family of your country was clean, and the country was in debt, which directly caused a famine that lasted for two years, starving more than 50,000 people to death..." The elder brother was not ruthless at all when he lifted Xiao Sai's scars.

"Now the border fortress built by your generations is owned by the Spanish, and there is no danger to defend in the country. When His Majesty led the eight thousand soldiers collected from the colonies to return to Portugal, the Spanish had long since cleared the resistance force and would definitely concentrate their forces to encircle you. His Majesty has come from afar to face the Spanish formation, which is waiting for work. Do you really think there is a chance of victory?"

Sebastian was sweating on his forehead. Over the past year, he naturally took into account all the situation. What Zhao Hao said was his deepest concern.

"This is the most helpless place. Even if everything is in the best situation, no matter the officers and soldiers of overseas colonies or local noble troops, they will support you without any grudges. You can't beat the Spaniards anymore." Zhao Hao said and sighed:

"And according to Mr. Ping, in order to control the colony, all civil and military officials sent overseas must stay in Lisbon. If the Spaniards threaten them with the safety of their families, will your officers inform Philip II and will they slander your orders? These are obvious questions."

"So, Your Majesty has no chance of winning?" Zhao Hao finally patted his shoulder and said sympathetically: "People are seeking profit and avoiding harm. How many people do you expect to board your destined ship regardless of life or death."

Sebastian was completely depressed by him, and he was so hungry that he was low in blood sugar. He felt dizzy and dizzy. His eyes turned dark and he almost fell to the ground.

Zhao Hao quickly asked someone to support him, and brought him a chicken pie and lotus root sauce with pancakes. Xiaosai ate two of them each, and then poured a large cup of soda to relieve his energy.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, let out a long sigh, then stood up, bowed deeply to Zhao Hao and said, "Please help me with my brother!"

"What I can help you is to make you live a safe life in the Ming Dynasty." Zhao Hao extinguished the cigar and said, "Europe is too far away, and you can't help with your domestic affairs."

"Please lend me troops!" Sebastian said in a deep voice.

Mr. Zhao was relieved when he heard this. He asked Xiao Sai to watch the military parade and scared him again, just to let the gangster say this.

But Zhao Hao said with confusion on his face: "Borrowing troops? What does it mean?"

"I just ask the young master to lend me a fleet, an elite army, to form a mercenary group to protect me back to Europe and drive the invaders out of Portugal!" Sebastian had obviously made up his mind:

"I will pay a lot of rewards according to European rules! Of course, I have no money now, but there is one in Malacca and Goa. Maritime trade is exclusively owned by the royal family, so there must be enough wealth there for me to control!"

"Don't say that far away." Zhao Hao raised his hand and said with a look of embarrassment: "The problem now is that our Ming Dynasty men do not have the habit of being mercenaries."

As he said that, he said seriously: "For thousands of years, we have paid for Di Yi to work hard on our behalf. There has never been a time when it is reversed. How did you ask me to speak to the soldiers?"

"Just make money, don't be silly..." Pingto couldn't help but interrupt.

He has served the group for more than ten years and is well aware of the group's corporate culture of "no profit to get up early".

"Don't you hear that 'A gentleman loves money and gets it well'?" How could he be Zhao Hao's opponent in Chinese? "What's more, the group is not short of money now. In the battle of Wright Bay, he seized tens of millions of taels of spoils from the Spanish fleet. This time, he was plundered about twenty million taels of wealth in Cebu City."

After a pause, he emphasized, "The soldiers will not be moved by money at the moment."

After saying that, Zhao Hao picked up the teacup and said, "I'll have another meeting later..."

Sebatisian wanted to say something else, but Pinto pulled his sleeves, so he had to get up and say goodbye first.

The secretary sent the two out of the Governor's Mansion, and they returned to the VIP hotel they were staying not far away.

After entering the house and closing the door, Sebastian asked anxiously: "Pinto, what does Young Master Zhao mean?"

"He said it very clearly." Pingto spread his hands and said, "No money, that's something else."

"What else? What is that?" Sebastian was stunned.

"For the Ming people, what else can His Majesty give them something more valuable than money?" Pinto smiled bitterly: "Of course it is in the overseas territory, colonies and trade routes in Asia."

"How can that be done?" Sebastian said anxiously: "That was exchanged for the lives of several generations of people in Portugal! The foundation of the country's strong roots!"

"But it is also the reason for our weakness." Pinto sighed in a vicissitudes of life: "Since Prince Enrique sent a fleet to explore the Canary Islands in 1415, too much of our manpower and national strength has been spent overseas for 165 years."

"Because we have too few populations, we cannot conquer the colonies by force and carry out direct economic plunder like the Spanish. We can only cooperate with local princes and make profits through trade. The cost and uncertainty of this method is too high, and there are too many places to take advantage of loopholes. The profits are embezzled by colonial officials and traders. The royal family and citizens pay the most, but the profits are the least."

"You can't give up!" Sebastian said impatiently: "How can I explain to the ancestors of the kings of heaven?"

"Then you can only see that the entire Portugal was annexed by Spain." Pinto sighed: "Is it a loss to the whole lot, or will you abandon the car and protect the coach? Will your Majesty choose one?"
Chapter completed!