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Doña Marina de Arellano waited boredly for a long time, until she felt her whole body began to ache. Then a young woman appeared. Marina looked at the young "Mrs." or "Miss." It was hard to tell. The true identity of this woman, if this is a pirate's den, then the visitor must be a woman of low status, but her clothes and appearance seem to indicate that she is of noble birth, perhaps a noble lady or woman . 【Read full text】
Behind her were two young women with Asian faces, wearing the short and simple cotton clothes of "pirates". They tied their waists with belts and hung an khaki, nearly triangular hard leather bag on their waists - the same as many male pirates hung on their waists. Marina's estimate was based on women's clothing. To her, Miss Mendoza's clothes were eccentric and even frivolous in design, but they were exquisitely made and dazzling in the particular fabrics they were made of - neither cotton nor silk, or even the finest Italian ones. , French and Chinese silks did not have the special texture and luster of the clothes on her body.
Ms. Laide is astonishingly beautiful - even by aristocratic standards, her appearance is rare: beautiful, thick brown curly hair, big almond-colored eyes... but her dark pupils and slightly Her dark skin suggested that she was probably a Kwario, probably in her twenties.
But the Krivas she knew - even those second and third generation Krivas who had not had any Indian blood mixed with them since the generation when they started to mix, their appearance was not the same as the one before her. of women. She simply combines all the advantages of the yellow and white races.
She was taller than Marina, and even taller than many men. She stood very straight, her gait light and dignified. The flame of health and vitality is everywhere in your body. She moved with confidence. The way she stands, the way she looks, even the way she raises her head - all of these are silently announcing to the world: I am a big shot. Noble blood flows in the veins.
But why is she here? A noble woman from Kvario was trapped in this pirate's den, and Miss Marina couldn't help but feel a little pity for her.
Miss Mendoza, because she had acted as an interpreter when the prisoners were captured and when they first arrived in Lingao, was someone Marina was familiar with, and her Spanish was her native language, so she accepted the mission of the Foreign Intelligence Service. : Take her for purification, accompany her, and try to get as much information as possible from her.
"I guess I 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 the information I got is not enough, will you interrogate her?" Miss Mendoza asked nervously.
"Every prisoner must be interrogated." Li Yan said with a reassuring smile.
"I mean..." Miss Mendoza hesitated, "Will you... um... torture her?"
"Diana!" Zhou Weisen, who accompanied her to the Intelligence Bureau, shouted nervously.
"It's okay." Li Yan continued to smile, "No. We don't agree with using such primitive methods - there are many ways to get people to talk." He continued, "Of course, the better you do your job, she The more you cooperate with our work, the less necessary it is to adopt certain interrogation techniques - please rest assured that these techniques are not a 'euphemism'."
So Mendoza came here to "serve the Senate" with mixed feelings.
The noble woman of Quevalio made a gesture to her and said in Spanish: "Please come with me."
Marina stood up hesitantly. After sitting for so long, she really wanted to know what kind of medicine the other party was selling.
Mrs. Tolosa quickly stood up, as if she wanted to continue fulfilling her obligations. Miss Mendoza made a "decline" gesture: "Please wait here."
Mrs. Tolosa said nervously: "This is my duty."
"It's better for you to follow our arrangements here." Miss Mendoza is worthy of being a linguistics major. She speaks Spanish elegantly, euphemistically and yet authoritatively. "You are our prisoner."
Mrs. Tolosa seemed to be suddenly alerted. She immediately stopped and stood there blankly, at a loss. He watched helplessly as the young lady who was his escort was taken inside.
Miss Mendoza led her into a corridor with doors from time to time. After turning several corners, the lady opened one of the doors. When they came out, they were already in a courtyard. The walls of the courtyard are painted white like Spain. There is a simple-looking two-story red brick building in the middle of the yard, with a roof made of some unknown material. Round tubes covered the entire roof, shining brightly like metal, but with a softer luster - could it be glass?
She could tell immediately from the curious design and materials that the house had been built recently. The iron pipes protruding from the building and extending into the sky are still shining, uncorroded by time and weather.
The noble lady Crevao opened the door - which surprised her because the two pirate maids were clearly standing beside her but did not rush to open the door first. From this, she could not help but feel some pity and contempt for Mendoza.
"Please come in." Mendoza didn't know the complicated feelings in her heart, because this aristocratic lady had fully learned how to conceal her feelings under the education of aristocratic women in the monastery for many years, and she was as calm as water.
"May I know your surname?"
"My name is Diana Mendoza."
There is no "Tang" and no "De" - although the surname Mendoza is quite prominent in America. So the other party is a woman from a commoner background. Marina thought, with an arrogant look on her face.
Entering the door, there is another corridor. There are doors one after another in the corridor. The floor was made of clay square tiles, and there seemed to be water stains in the gaps. Bright sunlight shines through 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 is a strange room - very strange, Marina has never seen such a house either in the New Continent or in Spain. The room is not big, and the walls and floors 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 Moorish mansions she visited with her father when she was in Spain, but compared to the Moorish mosaics and colorful terracotta tiles, this material is more charming. Suddenly I remembered something - porcelain!
The dignitaries of Spain and New Spain always collected some porcelain from China to show off their wealth and artistic taste.
It suddenly dawned on her that she was standing in a room decorated with porcelain.
Thinking of this, she almost fainted - could this be the pirate island in Alibaba's story?
"Please take a shower here," Miss Mendoza said. "If you want to be more convenient, the door on the left is...the toilet." Mendoza hesitated, not using the modern euphemism of the bathroom.
bath? This is so ridiculous. She is a noble and elegant lady. She washes her face and hands every day and her feet at night. She changes her underwear once every half month even if it is inconvenient to wash it on the ship.
The habit of taking a bath is unique to the Jews. And doctors and priests said that frequent bathing could easily lead to the Black Death.
"You're welcome." Marina said elegantly, "I wash my hands and face every day on the ship."
Miss Mendoza shook her head regretfully but said nothing. However, the door suddenly opened. Four Asian women walked in from behind the door. Each of them is short, but very strong and strong. They roll up their sleeves and hold a small basket made of rattan and a wooden bucket 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 returned politely.
Marina suddenly realized that she had fallen into the hands of Arab slave traders! She had heard stories about Arab and Turkish harems from several people who had redeemed themselves from North Africa. Almost every harem of an Islamic dignitary had a huge bathroom, where the female slaves bathed, scented, and massaged every day, waiting for their masters to come. Fortunately...she screamed, turned around and tried to escape. However, the door behind her was locked tightly, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not open it.
By the way, what if it is opened? There must be two female pirates standing outside the door.
She turned to face Mendoza - this noble woman who could speak Spanish suddenly became her whole support. 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 horrified. Thinking of the terrible prospect of falling into a pagan harem as a slave, she could hardly control her emotions and couldn't help but said incoherently, "Please tell your master that I am Spanish Daughter of a nobleman, my father has enough money to pay the ransom, please do not 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 prisoner of the Senate, and your fate must be decided by the Senate. Before that, you must completely obey me. Do you understand what I said?"
(To be continued q
