Port Suymen.
Suymen is a country without a king, and the top talkers are the twelve elders elected by the people of Suymen.
From the perspective of later generations, Suimen, a medium-sized island located in Southeast Asia, was one of the small countries that must pass through for maritime trade.
The Suymen Grand Elder Sumenla, the Seventh Elder Subielu, and the Tenth Elder Batamu, who were drunkenly drinking wine and enjoying singing and dancing, suddenly heard melodious notes coming from the port not far from their residence.
It was a note that was completely different from that of my own country. It was crisp, melodious, and full of joy and friendliness.
It was a music they had never heard before.
There are many businessmen from various countries passing through Suimen Island, but there has never been a country with such diverse notes as what they hear now.
There are many types of musical instruments, but these instruments are skillfully blended together to create a tune that is irresistible and addictive.
Sumela gently put down the wine glass in her hand, raised her hand to signal the scantily clad dancers to stop their movements, and slowly stood up and walked towards the window.
The great elder of Suymen, who was about fifty years old, looked intoxicated while listening to the melodious music in his ears.
Subieru and Batamu also stood up when they saw this, followed Sumenla and looked out the window.
"What wonderful music. This is a fleet that has never been to Suymen. I don't know what kingdom's fleet came to our beautiful Suymen for the first time."
"To be able to play such beautiful music, they must be carrying goods that are loved by the people of Suimen. God must have guided them to Suimen."
Batamu, the tenth elder in his early forties, leaned forward and looked toward the port, but he couldn't see anything.
"Sumenla, do you want to send Marco to negotiate with the owner of this fleet? He understands the languages of more than ten countries. Let Marco go and see if there is any hostility in this fleet first!"
The seventh elder Subielu nodded in agreement: "Sumenla, Batamu is right. Let Marco go negotiate with the owner of this fleet first. The mistakes of Bana cannot happen again to us in Su." Yimen!"
Sumenla came back to her senses, chuckled and waved her hand.
"No, no, no, this fleet is here for friendly trade, they are not hostile."
Subielu frowned and looked at Sumenla who was determined: "Sumenla, did you hear their goodwill from the music again?"
Sumenla happily patted the shoulders of Subielu and the two of them and walked towards the castle, and the two of them hurriedly followed.
"Yes, I heard from the beautiful music that they expressed goodwill to us again. They are here to do friendly business with us."
"Music is the universal language of the world. This fleet must come from a peace-loving country. They are different from those banana people who like to plunder."
"Their music tells me that they like Suymen and they like peace."
"Hurry up and send someone to inform Nasha, Ruth, Hargu, Jimu, and Weiweilu to welcome our peace-loving friends."
"Of course, the final thing is to bring enough gold coins. I feel that this fleet must have great cargo that we like."
Subielu and Subielu looked at each other with hesitant expressions on their faces.
"Sumenla, are you sure? Are they here for peaceful trade? I don't want to see our people in Sumen, like the people of Panama, being slaughtered by those hateful banana people and bleeding like rivers!"
"You have to trust a wise man's vision and a wise man's intuition. Don't worry."
"Okay, I'll go and inform Nasha right away, and Ruth and the others will go to the port to greet our friends."
After the tenth elder Batamu left, a man who looked like he was a Suimen soldier ran toward Sumenla holding a strange-looking weapon.
"Great Elder, Seventh Elder, Island! An island is floating in the port!"
Sumenla looked at the panting soldiers with dissatisfaction and frowned.
"Nonsense, how could the island float over? Are you drunk again?"
"No, how dare you drink while standing guard! It's really an island, and there is melodious music on the island. If you don't believe it, go see it for yourself!"
"Lord Marco is leading his brothers to evacuate the people!"
Sumenla looked at the soldiers who didn't look like they were talking nonsense, and looked at each other with the tenth elder Batamu beside him, with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.
Nodding silently, the two led two divine horses from the guards guarding the castle and rushed towards Suimen Port.
The island that Suimen soldiers mentioned was the Dragon Fleet led by An Gouer.
The large treasure ship and more than two thousand large and small ships gathered together, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an island.
On the Dabao ship at this time, An Gouer put down the telescope in his hand with a look of confusion on his face.
"Qinghai, why are these barbarians so panicked? Isn't the goodwill expressed by our musicians not clear enough?"
Tan Qinghai, deputy commander of the fleet, also shook his head in confusion: "I don't know, but commander, are they afraid because our fleet is too large?"
An Gou'er was startled, and subconsciously looked back at the scene of thousands of sails covering the big treasure ship behind him, and nodded clearly.
"Maybe, our fleet is nothing on the vast ocean, but in this little Su... Su... Su..."
An Gouer didn't come out of the pavilion after being awake for a long time. He raised his hand to scratch the helmet on his head. An Gouer looked at Tan Qinghai beside him in confusion.
"What country is Su from?"
"Suymen!"
"Yes, this is Suimen. Damn it, what a fucking mess of a name. If my elder brother hadn't repeatedly told me before the voyage that we should have friendly exchanges with all nations, I would have to...forget it, let's not talk about this. It’s useless!”
"Perhaps our fleet is too large in Suymen's eyes, that's why they are so panicked."
"Let the musicians continue to play music and play cheerful music, so that the people of Suimen and the king can feel our goodwill."
"Got the order!"
"Commander!"
"exist!"
"First let Guo Yang take those foreign ghosts... Western friends to negotiate and see if there are any Western friends who understand Suimen. This can save us the trouble and just replenish fresh water and continue the voyage back."
"Got the order!"
After the messenger left, An Gou looked at the fine armor on his body and hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly.
"Command the brothers to change their clothes and put on those tattered weapons!"
Tan Qinghai's face turned red when he heard this: "Commander-in-Chief, aren't you? Do you have to wear those luxurious clothes to get off the ship again? No, as for that? Why do you have to wear so luxurious clothes when we are trading goods? The armor is not very good. Of?"
"You know nothing. If you don't dress nice, how can you show that we are rich? How can you show the wealth of our dragon!"
"If you want to show your wealth, why do you need to replace those shabby weapons?"
Recalling what his elder brother said before going to sea, An Gouer cleared his throat like a wise man.
"A rich land, but the local people do not have enough force to protect it. Isn't it like a child holding a large ingot of gold in his hand?"
"It's you, don't you have hot eyes?"
"This is done to make these Westerners go to our Dalong to look for gold."
"If they don't go to the dragon, how can we surround them all?"
"But why bother? Just attack them directly. Why do you have to wait for them to go to the East to look for gold!"
"uh-huh......."
"Dong Guo said that we are a country of etiquette and we must not fire the first shot first."
"Isn't this just being a bitch..."
"Um?"
"Uh! Duke Ding is wise and the dragon is mighty!"
"Well! Go ahead and pretend that we are both rich and weak. If anyone dares to reveal his secret, I will ask him to jump into the sea and feed the fishes."
"Got the order!"
After Tan Qinghai left, An Gouer showed a stiff smile and kept emphasizing in his heart.
A land of etiquette.
We are a nation of etiquette!
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