The latest website: "Chairman, your tea and refreshments."

"let it go."

Hearing Lorraine's response, the capable and strong black female secretary quickly arranged the tea and tea set, and then lifted the refreshment tower with one hand, bulging the biceps, and placed it gently in the center of the coffee table.

Refreshment is very orthodox. The three-storey dessert plate is decorated with pink and emerald green borders. The top layer is a small sandwich that can be held in one hand. The middle layer is the same triangle-shaped sweet scones. The bottom layer is filled with small and bright blueberry cakes. , Zhongxing holds a beautiful fruit tower carved into the shape of a lily like a moon.

Lorraine, Hina and Noyagu sat down on the sofa. Lorraine first poured tea for Noya. The hawthorn red tea was filled with a sweet fragrance and poured into a bright white porcelain cup. The aroma was high, with a tender and sweet taste. One smells it is the top Qimen ceremony tea.

Lorraine's eyebrows jumped: "Madam..."

"Oukville, chairman, my name is Oakville Timothy."

"Ms. Timothy, please thank me for the hospitality of Mr. Manager. It is a very high-quality black tea."

Lorraine gave a compliment, but Ms. Oakville actually reacted immediately.

"Chairman, the tea is the best Qimen ceremony tea from the East. It is said that even the royal family in London can only drink it occasionally. There is only one tea party storage in the office, which was delivered by President Parker after you arrived in Miami. Say you might need it."

Her answer surprised Lorraine for a while, and it was not because of Parker's preparations, but because of Oakville's response.

A black woman...

Lorraine became curious: "Madam, if you offend, I apologize first."

He cleared his throat: "Are you mixed?"

Oakville was still so keen, and immediately caught Lorraine's doubts.

"I am a pure-blood black, the chairman, my ancestry is in Tanzania, and I have been black for six generations."

"Pure blood..."

"I was born in Fort Moses. Timothy's surname was taken by Mr. Spain who gave him freedom when his grandfather fled from a cotton plantation in Georgia to Fort Moses."

"According to our habit, although grandfather was free, he is still regarded as an abolitionist. My father is the first generation of freelancers, and I am the second generation."

Listening to Oakville's narrative, the Lorraine trio understood the greatness of Fort Moses.

That is a magical place.

In 1693, in order to counter the threat of the British 13 continents to Florida, the then Spanish King Charles II announced that if slaves fleeing British soil converted to Catholicism, they would be free in Florida.

Forty-five years later, in 1738, the Governor of Florida approved the provision of a fortified settlement for former slaves in North St. Augustine, the Fort Moses.

Different from New Orleans’ conventions that are full of flies, Fort Moses is the first free black town in North America to be recognized by mainstream world laws.

No matter what thoughts the white people who established her hold, at least in terms of human rights equality, Spain is truly ahead of the world, and the black people here have also transformed and become the composition of society, rather than just a simple cornerstone.

At the end of the long conversation, Oakville smiled apologetically: "Sorry, Chairman, on a whim, I disturbed you and the two ladies drinking tea."

"Where, the lady is knowledgeable and talkative, I am very happy."

"You must be the best compliment to the firm." Oakville bowed, holding the plate, "Please enjoy the afternoon in St. Augustine, goodbye."

"goodbye."

Watching Oakville, the afternoon tea continues.

Lorraine handed Noya the black tea by her hand, made a second cup, and pushed a piece of milk and sugar cans to Hina.

Henna was busy studying the weird-looking scones, attentively and motionless.

Lorraine chuckles and laughs: "What? Haven't seen the triangle-shaped Skan?"

"Well, I have only eaten round and square ones, and they are not so hard."

Lorraine took a piece of scones and put it in her hand, spreading blueberry jam on one corner, and then spreading fresh cream on the blueberry jam until it was completely covered, and handed it to Hannah.

"Try it?"

Hannah bit off the corner covered with ingredients, swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, and put out her tongue to add to the corner of her mouth.

"How does it taste?" Lorraine asked.

"Um... the cream is very slippery, the jam is very sticky, the pie is hard when you bite it, but it is not as crispy when you chew it, like black bread spread with sauce...but it is very sweet, so it is delicious."

Lorraine rolled his eyes: "As long as it is sweet, you feel delicious..."

He poured himself tea: "Scone cake originated from a stone in the crowning place of the Scottish royal family, called the Stone of Destiny or Scone Stone."

"They have a saying: Everything is the choice of Scone, everything is Scone's choice. This sentence is often spoken by the winners to show that he has the meaning of destiny."

Noah opened his eyes curiously: "Do Scots like to be the people chosen by bread so much?"

"Uh... it was chosen by the Destiny Stone, so scones also means good luck."

"Ah..." Qi Qi suddenly.

The two girls started to eat good luck. Lorraine stood up holding the tea, walked to the blinds alone, sipped the tea, and quietly looked at the sun-burning street outside the window.

This is the Florida office of the Drake Chamber of Commerce in the Americas. It is located on the most prosperous St. George Street in St. Augustinburg, Florida, Spain.

Through the gaps of hundreds of pages, Lorraine saw the flat stone avenue. On both sides of the avenue stood rows of low-rise tiles with red roofs and white walls. Although the heights were uneven, the red bricks outlined the height and width. The outline of the building cleverly adds a sense of coordination to the contiguous tiles.

The office belongs to the taller building on St. George Street, and it can be easily overlooked from the location of Lorraine.

To the north of the street is St. Augustine’s Cathedral, the center of the town. To the left of the church is the city hall with a generous dome. To the east of the city hall is the coastal defense fortress of St. Towering lighthouse.

Lorraine quickly noticed the characteristics of this town.

Simple and sturdy, the large buildings that make up the main part of the town are like independent fortresses. Fortresses and watch posts have replaced the Senkakus, and gilt and reliefs have been replaced by arrowheads.

"A **** remnant of history..."

Lorraine murmured.

Henna wiped her mouth and came to the window: "Xavier hasn't come back yet?"

Lorraine shrugged: "Carmen went to the front station, I heard that Mr. Mayor is not a good-natured idiot. Otherwise, it is impossible to take St. Augustine back for a year and keep the town in order."

"One year? Just now Ms. Timothy said that this place belonged to Spain a hundred years ago, right?"

"Actually, earlier." Lorraine sorted out the information in his mind. "In 1513, the Spanish Juan Ponce de Leon, following the trace of the Fountain of Eternal Life, landed on this beach and announced for the first time. Spain has ownership of the Florida Peninsula and established the first colonial stronghold in North America here."

"But he died soon, and was shot to death by the Indian with an arrow, right in the center." Lorraine pointed to his heart, "Of course, the colonial stronghold was also slaughtered."

"A few years later, Hernando De Soto tried again to build a colonial stronghold here. However, his performance was even worse than Juan Leon. The action failed. He took his followers in the mud and grounds of Florida. I hid in the woods for three years, until the news was completely lost, and I couldn't wait for the rescue from the Spanish motherland."

"Spain's love for this land is true." Lorraine sneered. "From 1513 to 1559, they failed at least five times. It is conservatively estimated that more than a thousand people were buried in a foreign land."

"In the end, even the King of Spain was shocked by this heavy love, and had to act forcefully to use the king's authority to prohibit the citizens from further colonizing Florida."

Speaking of this, Lorraine stopped.

Henna frowned and looked at him, always feeling that there was something in his words, and she suddenly took a history class, definitely not to show off her knowledge.

Fortunately, there is Noya's little padded jacket.

The story was at the critical point. As soon as Lorraine stopped, she couldn't help but ask: "Then who built St. Augustine now? When will it be built?"

"It's 1565." Lorraine tapped the edge of his cup lightly. "The French Protestants built Fort Caroline on the beach north of St. Augustine, blatantly infringing on Spain's ownership of Florida."

"Although Spain had no real interest in Florida at the time, they had paid too much before, and the king could only challenge it."

"He sent Sir Menendez to fight against the elite Spanish Musketeers. On a rainy night, the Sir attacked Caroline Fort and massacred all the male residents he saw."

"After that, he established Fort St. Augustine, Spain set up the Florida Governor's Palace here, the Jazz was the first colonial governor, and the governor appointed the first mayor."

"Although the good times did not last long, in 1568, the French privateers united the pirates and the Indians to launch **** revenge and slaughtered the newly born Fort St. Augustine. But the Caroline Fort in France has disappeared forever, while the St. Augustine in Spain is very bad. It will be rebuilt soon, and it will become more prosperous than before."

"In 1586, my ancestor Francis destroyed this town. In the next hundred years, the Indians committed massacres here three times, 1665, 1702, 1740, and the town was destroyed three times."

"She was destroyed again and again, and rebuilt again and again, each time she was rebuilt like a new life, becoming stronger and more prosperous."

"Even in 1763, because the wrong partner was chosen in the Anglo-French War, the town was handed over to the British for 21 years. Once returned, she was still the pride of the Spanish."

"This is the past of Fort St. Augustine." Lorraine spoke of the passionate past of the town below his feet in a plain tone. Not prosperous..."

"But she is undoubtedly full of pride. As the first white town established in North America, as the first town in the world to treat people of color equally, and as a town that has been reborn from the ashes, over time, her Pride will not disappear, it will only become more and more prosperous."

Henna finally got a little clue: "You want to say ~lightnovelpub.net~ St. Augustine was reborn again and again because of the official camp, while the French Caroline Castle died out because of a setback because of the private sector?"

"Yes, nor is it." Lorraine smiled. "Private and government are not the key. The key lies in the government."

"Only a formal office can allow a town to exist for a long time. Without this status, a town is like a floating algae without roots. Not only is it unable to choose its own development direction, but when it is hurt, it even feels like survival. Fantastic Nights."

"The stoic other people's town and the fragile own town..." A trace of confusion appeared in Henna's eyes, "I always thought you liked the latter better."

"Normally... if the price of making Miami endure is to hand her over to the Spaniard, I will give up this action in all likelihood." Lorraine paced and put down his teacup. "Fortunately, it is not Miami to give it to the Spaniard. A prerequisite for getting a status, I still have a better bargaining chip."

"Use the smallest price in exchange for the greatest benefit. Henna, we are businessmen. This is just our job."