Sunrise by the lake.

The fiery red sun rose from the direction of the rain forest, scorching the sky full of colorful clouds, and climbing up the sky little by little.

Lorraine stepped on a flat bluestone slab, Hina, who was holding a gold gauze around her face, and Freemani, who was obviously dressed as an attendant, was beside him, followed by Leif and Barto who were unabashedly fierce.

A group of five people stood quietly in front of the goddess of fertility statue in the church.

The goddess of fertility, Ceres, was originally Demeter in Greek mythology and Fula in Norse mythology. When the glory of God was spread throughout Europe, he was knocked down from the altar and denounced as a false god.

But she was originally the people's beautiful imagination of a good harvest and food and clothing, and soon changed her face, added a pair of wings, and became an anonymous angel under the seat of God.

People do not call it the name of Ceres, but worship the image of Ceres. Under the seat of the only god, there are no lack of such popular and noble people, such as Cupid who likes to be naughty, or Ceres in front of the church of San Carlos. .

The naked Ceres stood quietly in the middle of the pool, looking up at the sky, holding a water bottle on his shoulders. Mobo's clear water flows down from the inclined bottle mouth, and under the sunlight, it cuts out a faint dazzling rainbow light, just like the ribbon she woven for herself, wrapped around her waist and drifting into the distance.

Lorraine didn't fully understand the meaning of a military city enshrining Ceres. There was no farmland here. Even if Ceres had supernatural powers, he should not be able to grow food from the natural rainforest.

But after thinking about it, he suddenly understood.

San Carlos is the golden field of the Spaniards. It grows the fields for six months and harvests them in six months. Isn't it just right to worship Ceres if it is so dependent on the natural planting industry?

Thinking of this, Lorraine laughed out loud.

What a smart Spaniard...

"Laugh before the fertile angel, gentleman, do you want to share the joy of your heart with me?"

Lorraine was smiling, and suddenly there was a clear voice behind him.

Following the voice, Lorraine saw a handsome young man with deep eye sockets and a short beard.

The young man rode on a white horse, dressed in a brilliant blue navy uniform. Behind him stood a dozen musketeers in a neat line and well-trained.

Judging from the armband, his military rank should be Major, and the Lieutenant Commander who will appear in the West at this time can only be the captain of the San Carlos, Major Francisco de Mara.

You bite so easily?

Lorraine felt strange, but his face was confused: "Excuse me, Mr. Officer?"

"As the face of San Carlos, my husband should learn to introduce himself first."

"Sorry, I like traveling, but I rarely introduce myself." Lorraine smiled without showing weakness. "Family and name will only add meaning to the mouth of a friend. If you are getting along with strangers, a sir is actually enough."

"Mr. Cautious..." Major Mara murmured dissatisfiedly and jumped off his horse and strode closer.

He took off his gloves and handed them to his entourage, and reached out to Lorraine: "Francesco de Mara, Major of the Grenada Garrison Fleet, Captain of the San Carlos."

Lorraine let go of Henna, and shook hands with Major Mara: "Rul de Sebrian, from Madrid."

"De Sebylian?"

"My father has some properties in Texas, but I spend more time in New Orleans. You know, only by following your caravan, people like us can justly escape those nasty dances and entertainment. ."

This is all true.

In New Orleans, there is a noble son named Ruhr, whose father is a large plantation owner in Texas and the district councillor Viscount Sebilian.

Lorraine would know him because the noble son had been crazy about Carmen, even blocked the Jackdaw’s water tank, and proposed a duel to Lorraine.

The result is obvious.

Witnessed by the three gentlemen in the dock area, Lorraine used five tricks to beat the noble son into the water, kicking on the ground, three on his face, and the last step on the water, without even pulling the knife.

This duel was a big blow to Mr. Ruhr. I heard that he went to Asia with his family's fleet. From the perspective of time, he should now be somewhere in East India, or enjoying his blessing in heaven.

The Sebilian family is a celebrity in Texas. According to Spanish social distance, their reputation should be able to reach Nicaragua, but they will not overlap with the gentlemen of this generation. They are Lorraine's best counterfeit targets.

Moreover, Sebrian is a Castilian, with a strong Moorish ancestry in the family. Ruhr himself is black-haired and brown-eyed, with curly hair, and he has a dark-skinned cousin who is inseparable from him most of the time.

Lorraine stared at Major Mara's expression when he reported that he was out of the house.

Doubts, clear, pleasant surprises, kindness...

Sure enough, he had heard of Sebylian, and the level of familiarity was exactly what Lorraine needed, higher than ignorance and lower than knowledge.

Major Mara's attitude suddenly became enthusiastic by three points: "Mr. Sebylian, I didn't expect you to be the restless young master of the Sebylian family!"

"Have you heard of me?" Lorraine posed doubts appropriately.

"Of course I've heard it!" Major Mara laughed. "You are famous in the aristocratic circle. You are talented, good-looking, and you can't help yourself. But the most famous one is your duel in New Orleans. I. I heard that you took the initiative to provoke the tyrant Edward in Louisiana, but he didn't kill you?"

"This...a smuggler, does he dare?"

"Yes!" Major Mara patted Lorraine on the shoulder again. "My uncle and your father have known each other a long time ago. They are old friends. I have heard of you several times since I transferred to Grenada."

"It must be God's arrangement for us to meet in San Carlos! Please come to my mansion for dinner tonight. When we have the opportunity, we will go to Grenada to meet my uncle!"

"...Respectfully, it's better to follow your fate..."

...

[San Carlos’s military strength is far beyond our capabilities, and there is no chance of victory in a strong attack]

[Our opportunity is fighting within them]

[The conflicts of forces here are sharp, sharper than I thought]

[Today I went to Xicheng with the idea of ​​temptation to let Leif and Barto show the fierceness of the criminals as much as possible]

[As a result, the fish bit the hook quickly, and didn’t even wait for me to go to the lakeside dock]

[This shows that Francisco de Mara can’t wait to embarrass Antonio de Torrecias, he is in urgent need of a new face to use]

[The reason, I guess the rainy season is approaching]

[Mara invited me to dinner tonight and talked about the season of San Carlos]

[Under normal circumstances, Nicaragua will enter the rainy season in late April and early May]

[The rainfall in the first month was extremely heavy, and the water level of Lake Nicaragua will soar, and the water level of the San Juan River will also soar]

[At this stage, the river is so turbulent that it is not suitable for navigating. But one month later, as the rain weakens, the river will calm down]

[That's the beginning of the golden season of San Carlos]

[The Palace of the Governor of Nicaragua, the Grenada Garrison Fleet, and the San Carlos Civilian Army all hope to take control of this golden field at this stage]

[Now is the period when the power struggle in San Carlos is the most intense and has the least limit. At the same time, it is also the most favorable period for us]

[Mara must want me to do something, although he hasn’t said anything now]

[But I will let him speak out, will satisfy him, and do better than he expected, with greater impact, leaving San Carlos with unhealable scars]

[From now on, I think the capture of the San Carlos is a viable option, and preparations should be made in advance. But the people I brought are only enough to sail, and to build up combat power, at least 50 people are needed to support]

[Reinforcements can pass through the forest and arrive at the lake from the north of the fortress. There is a weak link in the defense of San Caroline, facing the northern city wall, but it cannot enter the city. Reinforcement forces are bound to bear long-term unnecessary risks. It is up to you to judge whether to implement it or not.]

【still have a question. Judging from Mara’s words, the incarnation I chose seemed to know the admiral of the Grenada garrison fleet. Although the possibility of meeting is unlikely, the risk of exposure must be estimated]

[This means that the dominance of the action is not entirely in my hands. I will probably move or evacuate early, depending on your choice]

[Looking forward to your reply, Lorraine Anason Drake]

After sealing the letter paper and stamping it, Lorraine stretched his waist by leaning on the back of the chair.

Henna habitually stuck in the shadows as usual, and her special breathing technique obscured her sense of existence. If it weren't in the eyes, even Lorraine would ignore her existence from time to time.

But more often, Lorraine could still feel her.

"Henna." He shouted.

"What's wrong?"

"At dinner today~lightnovelpub.net~Major Mara and I introduced our taciturn cousin. Tomorrow he invites us to take the San Carlos cruise on the lake. From the etiquette point of view, you are no longer suitable to be absent like today. ."

Henna wrinkled her nose cutely, and said in dissatisfaction: "But my Spanish is very rusty. Most of them are taught by Carmen, and they don't teach well."

"You don't have to speak, Mara won't pursue you anyway." Lorraine smiled, "Although he is fascinated by your beauty, but I told him that you are my fiancee. Considering that pursuing you may lose my friendship , He would not be so ignorant."

"Me? Fiancée?" Henna's face was flushed to the base of her neck, and the light coffee color turned into a strong cocoa color, revealing a fragrant and strong sweetness.

Lorraine took a deep sip of the sweet air, and pointedly: "Henna, I suddenly want to drink hot cocoa."

"I'll ask someone to make a bubble!" Hainafei also seemed to escape from the house, closing the door with a bang, "No! I'm going to make a bubble by myself!"

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