Chapter 19 Chapter Eighteen

This morning, like every morning in the past, they endured the summer heat and continued on their way. Mr. Francisco took the lead, followed by the Greek Bedo, and a little further away were Jaber Ye and Sebatian walking side by side. The team behind them was much stranger.Of the six alpacas that have ever crossed the Atlantic, two are harnessed and tied to the saddle of Negro Saiba Tian.They kept biting with their empty mouths open, as if they really had food in their mouths, and their eyes were as big as bull's eyes, looking curiously at the rural scenery of Castile like a lady who had never gone out.

After that, dozens of king's soldiers with halberds listlessly guarded three chariots full of gold, silver and jewels. On the bench of one of the carriages, shaped like those often seen on rare iconography, sat two El Dorado Indians in multicolored tights, trying to speak Castilian and those Talk to the mule driver.Despite the language barrier, they never forget to add a little bit of horror to the interesting narratives that attract Spaniards. After walking for a short distance, Sai Batian caught a glimpse of Jia Boye's solemn face from the corner of his eyes.Finally, he couldn't help asking half-jokingly:

"Mr. Jia Boye, please tell me, are all the Spaniards living in Spain as proud as you?" Jia Boye glared at him vigorously. "Are all the niggers in Indian as ill-mannered as you?" "Ouch, my lord!" Sai Batian rolled his eyes, smiled and pretended to be frightened. "Why do you think so?" "Because you always frown when the captain regards you as a 'school student'!" Jia Boye shrugged angrily. "I've been a college student for a long time, not a primary school student! That poor old man obviously can't figure this out! But I wonder if he will accept me with him when he next sails - as early as two weeks ago , I once told him that I would serve him with my pen, my knowledge and my whole life! But he didn't answer me at all. He looked at me like a pebble on the road with disdain! "

"From Seville, who provided you with food? Who paid for your accommodation in Alcia, Cordoba, Morona and every stop after departure? Who looked at you from the sidelines every day Hustle and ask three times? Who asked you to read a letter from his brother Anando for him, this is a caring job that the Greeks are eager to get!" Jia Boye looked at the black man carefully, and suddenly woke up. "Is everything you said true?" "It can't be faked at all." "But, damn it! Why didn't he just tell me he'd hire me to go with him to conquer Peru?"

"Because to be honest, Mr. Jaber, before King Charles formally entrusted him with this task, Captain Pizarro didn't dare to hope. At present, he only dared to dream. And the dream, Mr. Jaber, is the captain's dream. It’s something he’s been bragging about for a long time, and it’s caused him a lot of trouble…” After that, Jia Boye drove the carriage silently in the dust raised by the caravan, thinking over and over again what Sai Batian said.He should have agreed with them. For several days he had been living in the shadow of why Captain Pizarro had kept the news from him.To leave Spain, to cross the Atlantic, to stay away from the relentless slander of the Inquisition, and to say goodbye forever to the father who never became his real father!

There, in a strange country, he could be born again. Yes, there he would find victory and make a name for himself.Then, he will return to his hometown, and those who insulted him will pay a terrible price! "Tell me the truth," he asked Sebatian suddenly, "do you think there is a way for Mr. Rancisco to persuade the king to appoint him as governor?" A happy smile appeared on the handsome and friendly face of this black man: "Until now, I have never seen any person, animal, thing, or any ocean, big or small, that has hindered the captain's confidence. Learn from his patience, Mr. Jia Boye!"

When it was close to five o'clock, the Greek Bedo pulled back hard on the reins of the half-blood horse in the front of the car.This was a very pleasant man, and he pointed to the strange sight that suddenly appeared ahead of him at the exit of the pine and cedar forest. "Toledo?" he asked with wide-eyed surprise. Jia Boye nodded with a smile. Huddled in the winding arms of the Taigas River, floating above a green water town, the city stands on the edge of the headland, as if it will go straight into the sky.All the houses in the city are built of bricks, and under the hypnosis of the sultry temperature in the afternoon, they transform into the beautiful Akasha Palace that stretches as far as the eye can see.

Toledo, the capital of the world! At first glance, even from two kilometers away, the city immediately conveys the great ambition of Charles V to conquer the world at his will. Jia Boye wanted to make fun of the stunned Greek, but before he could speak, Mr. Francisco Pizarro tightened the reins of his horse and suddenly turned the carriage around.There was a spark of rage in the stern eyes of the conqueror, and from his bearded lips: "What's the matter, Greeks! I've seen all corners of the country, and I've been around half of the rivers and lakes with me. Is a brick city worth your fuss?"

"I'm sorry, Monsieur Francisco, that's because..." Mr. Pizarro tapped the back of his hand. "Don't waste your words! From now on, under no circumstances, don't make a fuss, don't be so ignorant! Do you understand, Bedo? You have seen cities whose walls are covered with gold! Gold! You forgot gone?" He turned to look at the fiery red city shining under the scorching sun of Castile, and then continued in a deep voice: "We want them to dream, these Toledo nobles!" Mr. Francisco's stern eyes swept over each group.Even facing him, Jia Boye couldn't help but blush.

"We are the ones who will bring back the gold and power that Charlemagne needs!" said Mr. Francesco heavily. "It is we who will be amazed and praised! So wait a minute and we will be the ones who are cheered when we pass through the gates." It should be us! And you won't be surprised." The bearded old conqueror quivered with pride as his horse romped aside.So he stabbed its body lightly with the spurs, telling it to be quiet. Francisco pointed his index finger again at the Greek, and then at the chest of the black Saiba Tian: "You two, in the next few weeks, don't forget this! You have been through thousands of life-and-death situations and survived. What you have done, no one has done. You have seen No one has ever seen what happened. You walked through the city of Tumbes, whose walls were covered with gold, and you also fought against the Indians' wars between humans and beasts! Under my expectation, you discovered the richest kingdom in the Indian region We are here to receive a reward: please the king give us a glorious mission to conquer foreign countries! I will not leave this red brick city until I become the governor of Peru or the kingdom of Tumbes... In the name of the Holy Child and the Virgin Mary In the name of Ya, tell me what is it that surprised you so much in this remote village?"

Neither answered.Even the chirping of crickets and cicadas seemed to disappear suddenly. From Seville to the present, Jia Boye believed that it was the first time he saw Captain Pizarro's wrinkled face bursting into a smile. Mr. Francisco is right.They are the ones who marvel and admire. When the news of their arrival spread, a large number of middle class, craftsmen, women, workers, old people, rich and poor flocked to Puerta San Martin Square, and then along the city walls and winding alleys, Go all the way to the cathedral.The children ran at the front of Peter Habwina Avenue, chirping to clear the way for the caravan. With one hand holding the front bridge of the saddle and the other on the hilt of the long sword, Mr. Francisco led the caravan and walked among the crowd driven three steps back by the Greek Bedo. He looked solemn and arrogant, and even the horses They all seemed very small in front of his eyes.When the caravans pass by the crowd, the men will take off their hats and salute them, and they will nod their heads every ten steps or answer the salute with serious eyes. The two Indians, smiling or surprised, were not nervous at all, but proudly held the ropes that tied several strange-looking alpacas.Children jumped up and down around them, trying to stroke the wool.After looking at Martinilo's inviolable handsome face, plump cheeks, complexion mixed with bronze and olive, half-shape curved eyelids and well-defined corners of the mouth, the women all covered their faces with their hands. Mouth, exclaimed in a low voice.One of them grabbed the wrist of his girlfriend next to him and said quietly: "Look, this is the man!" "But that one looks fierce!" The other elder sister pointed to the thinner, shriveled Philippilo with dull eyes. A small group of infantry, who had rushed into the city to aid them, surrounded the caravan.In the scorching afternoon sun, the gold of Peru glistens. Moved by the enthusiasm of the crowd, Sai Batian jumped out of the carriage and held a statuette of a naked man with a handsome face and sky blue eyes in both hands, and the crowd immediately burst into cheers of admiration.Afterwards, the black man picked up a blood-red sun mask filled with multicolored muslin strips, put it on his face, and stared at the crowd watching while muttering.Immediately, there was a sound of shock, and the women screamed even more.Afterwards, he showed some beautifully painted vases, some never-before-seen animal figurines, some alpacas made of gold, some finely carved medals, some bowls, wine glasses, and some shells Necklaces, several feathered banners sewn with gold thread, etc... all the gold utensils are dazzling to the eyes. Despite the growing crowd of spectators, the caravan continued to move forward.Everyone who has seen them wants to see them again!They begged to be able to follow the convoy, and some even sneaked into the caravan, or clung to the reins of the mules until the soldiers threatened them with force. Jia Boye was dizzy with joy for a while, and jumped off the second carriage full of ceramic vessels, as if he himself had brought it back from the other side of the world. He waved a few kettles in the shape of faces, because The painters and molds are so lifelike that at one point people mistakenly think that they can really talk... After that, he took out some porcelain with the theme of birds, feet, hands, fish with or without teeth, A few replicated pottery items; a few hand-painted paintings in gold, red or purple, a few faience lizards, some women, gourds, genie-shaped pottery or even mating... All the aesthetics of a nation, all kinds of knowledge and science that craftsmen have worked hard to acquire for thousands of years, are presented in front of hundreds of pairs of surprised eyes, witnessing the discovery of a real country, a country located on the other side of the ocean! It will take more than an hour before they can walk to the square in front of the church, where all the high-end items in the car will be baptized and purified of their original non-religious sacrifice essence.Jia Boye's heart was full of enthusiasm, as if he had already started his long journey to the paradise country of Peru.