"God, did you hit a tiger in the room?" Isabel, who was standing next to Geronemo, glanced at his sloppy and embarrassed look, and covered his face with a folding fan.

She wore a corset that almost strangled herself into pieces of paper, with a whale bone skirt tied around her waist, and a large pleat of gauze skirt bulging like an umbrella on her butt.

She felt that as long as the nannies added four wheels, they could become a big float for the evening parade of Eternal Festival.

"It was Antonio and Tipp who were asking for trouble," Geronemo also looked at the girl's outfit with disdain, "I beat them up."

“Beautiful job!”

Father Augustine coughed at the right time, interrupting their whispers.

"Then—in the name of the great Philip IV, I will grant you the titles of Mombasa, Malindi and King of Pemba, and declare you officially become the Knight of the Order of Christ." The fat governor deliberately spoke in an exaggerated tone to ensure that the people who came to watch the ceremony were deeply impressed by themselves.

In fact, Geronemo's deepest impression on the Governor was that he liked to play the game of using bamboo poles to beat oranges and liked to cheat.

The day of leaving the port is when the trade wind blows from the northeast of the mainland.

Isabel was worried that Raj would be bullied in Goa after he left, so he begged Father Augustine to take the goldsmith with him. Since no one volunteered to preach in the barren and backward Africa, the devout priest voluntarily assumed this glorious and sacred duty.

Geronemo could not see that she was reluctant to leave Goa. On the contrary, the girl who took a boat to sea for the first time acted much more excited than him.

"What's there to be nostalgic for?" Isabel was very calm in the face of this problem. "I thought I was an Indian, but I didn't have a real family here, and even the names were placed on my head by the Portuguese. I treated myself as a Portuguese, and they laughed at me as a bastard with only half of my blood. Even my uncle sold me to the governor so that I could be your wife in the future." She curled her lips in anger, "I am myself!"

The hometown that has not been seen for many years makes Geronemo both happy and nervous.

He was determined to bring all the knowledge he had learned back to Mombasa. He not only mastered the principles of distinguishing the astrolae and using cannons, but also kept the formula of gunpowder in his heart.

Perhaps with the help of Raj, he could really build a cannon.

The weather was particularly clear the morning when we arrived in Mombasa, and the mother and old Ode had received the news in advance waiting at the port.

Of course, there is also the Mombasa Regent Pedro de Melo, who always has a strong face.

When the name emerged from his mind, Geronimo shivered involuntarily.

The welcome ceremony was as cold and brief as the Regent's behavior.

On the way back to the palace, he saw the still tall Fort Jesus. It was as majestic and vast as he had recorded when he was young, as if it would stand on this land forever.

Old Odd did not change at all, but his head was covered with some gray hair; his mother gained a lot of weight, and she liked Isabel Raj and the priest both received polite and proper placement.

It seemed that everything was going well, but his anxiety became heavier and heavier - he became too different from his father.

He now wears a wide-brimmed hat instead of a turban, a short top and leggings instead of a white robe, and even uses the name given to him by the Portuguese, Geronemo.

This is not the way the Mombasa people are expecting to look like.

He was painfully aware that people of the same complexion as him were looking at him quietly with fear and distant eyes.

Those who once called him Yousuf now change their words to call him Geronemo.

Perhaps only the Portuguese commander Pedro, who was entrenched in Fort Jesus like vultures, was satisfied with this.

His plan to build a artillery factory was also full of obstacles.

The Portuguese did not promise any support, and the locals refused to apply - after all, they would kill two Africans in one shot, so who would be ground into gunpowder powder?

Without classes, you can't do things, and you don't have the various ways to kill time in Goa City. Jeronimo suddenly became idle and spent most of his days wandering around Mombasa on his horse.

He found that the city had almost not developed over the years, and there were many more Portuguese immigrants' manors around the area near Fort Jesus.

Most of them came from Goa across the sea, and some arrived here by boat from Europe around the Cape of Good Hope.

In the original society, these people were exiled, bankrupt, and down-and-out paupers. When they arrived in Mombasa, they all turned into nobles and enslaved the local indigenous people to serve themselves with peace of mind.

In the evening, he passed by a Portuguese tavern and was attracted by the laughter and noise from the house.

Jeronimo followed the sound and turned out to be a group of people surrounding a girl with black hair to compete for stones.

The girl looks about the same age as him, and even younger. Her eyebrows and eyes are all typical oriental, and for some reason she came to such a faraway place from her hometown.

The girl has a very accurate head. She can throw stones into the wooden barrel no matter how far away she is. No one who participates in the bet can beat her.

According to the rules, the loser must pay out of his own pocket to invite all the onlookers to drink. Later, the unyielding person asked her to turn over and throw stones behind her back, and even so, the girl would never fail.

Geronemo looked at it for a while and then realized that the girl was the wine tutor hired by the boss.

There are many such girls in Goa City. They are in various taverns, betting, guessing riddles, playing games, and slandering those unlucky guys who have lost money to buy wine.

But the girl is really amazing. Geronemo has never seen someone with such good accuracy.

Out of curiosity, he found a place in the tavern to sit down and carefully observe her actions.

As the sky gradually became late, those drunk guys fell drunk on the ground, and even the most determined challenger gave up.

The girl quickly sorted out the barrels and stones, carried them behind the counter, then put on an apron and began to clean up the leftovers on the table - she was a female slave bought by the boss, and she was a part-time job with the drinker.

A sudden arm was put on his back, and Geronimo was shocked: "Are you stupid? Qing, but I have chosen it for so many choices!" The person who spoke was the tavern owner, a retired sailor with a mouth full of stubble. "Japanese girls are rare here!" He leaned over lewdly, and Geronimo smelled the smell of inferior rum in his mouth, "Look at her white teeth, like pearls, tsk tsk tsk..."

"Don't be fooled by this!" A short and sturdy woman jumped onto the stool and twisted the boss's ear. "I have told you so many times, hurry up and get the little hoof away! I don't want to see her for a day!" The short woman used her hands and made the boss grin, "You are so old, I have to pull your head off today!"

The boss quickly begs for mercy and turns to Jeronimo as if asking for help: "Give a good price, I'll sell her to you. I'll definitely serve you!"

Geronemo shook his head and refused.

He doesn't need to serve his female slave. Besides, if he really dares to do this, Isabel will definitely beat him up, and his fate will not be better than this boss.

He had no intention of getting involved in the conflict between the couple and got up and left the tavern.

As the sea breeze blows on the shore, Jeronimo leads his horse and walks on the white sand. At the beginning of the evening tide, many hermit crabs emerge from the sea sand, circling on the sand. He is inspired by the memories of his childhood and let go of the horse's reins and chases him.

The hermit crab crawled into the back of a rock climbing seaweed. Geronemo walked nearby, but heard a faint moan similar to a human voice.

He walked around and visited the jagged rocks.

The waves slapped a blurry figure, and the sound made seemed to be crying.

Geronemo approached a little more: "Are you okay?"

Hearing the question, the figure moved and raised his wet hair to his cheeks.

Geronemo was frightened and took two steps back.

It was the Japanese girl named Qing in the tavern. Her face was not covered with blood, her black mouth was opened, and her throat was filled with depression.

Her open mouth was bleeding, and none of those pearly teeth were left.
Chapter completed!