The streets separated by a wall were decorated with lights and fragrant wind blew, and the excitement crowd surrounded the floats and slowly moved.

Men and women wore flamboyant dresses, and the gentlemen were all good horses from Arabia or Persian regions, and even their saddles and bridles were inlaid with gold and silver; the women were riding on their shoulders, holding roses, beads, leaning against the curtains made of taffeta, and slaves supported the huge canopy on their heads. When they were walking on the streets, there were always a large number of listeners and servants following, and people were filled with cars and horses.

Geronemo and Isabel gasped against the wall, and the blurred light and shadow flowed across their faces.

The sound of the police whistle attracted many guard soldiers, and the three of them almost failed to escape from the sewer. Thanks to Raj's pulling away most of the horses, they were able to escape.

"If the whole city searches, we will definitely be exposed." Jeronimo slid along the wall and sat on the ground, unable to breathe, "Go back quickly."

"I still want to go to the library." Isabel hesitated, "the guy mentioned the navigation chart of the Sanbao Eunuch--"

Her voice suddenly stopped, and instead she was a scream that was not shouted out.

One hand reached out from the darkness behind her to raise her jaw, and the metal sharp object in the other hand had already reached her throat.

Isabel held his breath and glanced back, only seeing the other party's wet and curly hair. She heard the jingle of the iron shackles rubbing.

Gecko Munch. He escaped and followed the two children all the way here.

"you!"

Geronemo pushed the wall with force and rushed out, but kicked him in the chest and was kicked back to the base of the wall.

The boy rolled around in the painful place and struggled to stand up: "Let her go!"

"Don't be nervous, little knight," he teased, "Gecko Munch doesn't kill children-most of the time."

He held the girl hostage and walked slowly into the light.

It was then that Geronemo could see clearly that he was wearing a weird dress he had stolen from someone, and a velvet hat decorated with feathers on his head.

"Gebone Munch just hopes that his children will help him get rid of some small troubles." He looked at the nervous boy with interest, "and also gave him a sincere advice: Don't touch the pirates' secrets again."

He let go of his hand that bound Isabel, pushed her gently behind him, and sent her back to his partner.

Then he took off his hat and paid tribute to the girl's gentlemanly, raised his hands and slowly retreated into the darkness, like a shadow melting in it, silently.

The two children were in a panic, but they heard the sentry chasing after the gecko Munch shouting: "They are here!"

If you are caught, you will be done.

They didn't bother to breathe and ran towards the surging crowd.

The soldiers shouted behind him, and Jeronimo and Isabel mixed into the parade and stopped the pursuit with the help of dense tourists.

They crawled under the carriage that was moving forward, hid in the moving silk curtain, and scared the naked man and woman who were having fun inside and screamed. The two children also screamed and left with red faces, almost caught by the soldiers, and hurriedly squeezed forward.

They accidentally knocked down an obese noble lady wearing exaggerated high-heeled slippers, and a large group of servants rushed to help her. The already crowded streets were suddenly crowded.

The soldiers were dragged by the sudden chaos and could only stretch their necks and watch the two guys run away.

Jeronimo climbed onto a forward float and reached out to pull Isabel up too.

The two climbed onto the roof of the car and looked back at the guards who were staring at them, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The float they rode on was themed on the story of the martyrdom of Santa Caterina. A classic scene of a saint being punished and performed miracles on the double-layer stage below.

Geronemo lay down and looked at it for a while, and noticed the extremely quiet girl beside him.

He turned around and squatted side by side with her. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out to cover Isabel's shoulder and patted comfortably: "Don't cry. Isabel, don't cry."

In fact, he did not fully understand Isabel's complex feelings for his father.

She despised him, blamed him, and even cursed him. Every time she mentioned this irresponsible man, she looked disdainful; but she silently collected his notes over the years and asked countless people about his whereabouts.

Perhaps from the bottom of her heart she still hoped to find this father she had never met before, and wanted to ask him in person why he abandoned his wife and daughter, and why he never sent any messages to his family - but today she finally knew clearly that her last expectation was also vain.

My father will never come back, and she will never find him again.

"Stop crying, Isabel." Geronemo comforted her clumsyly, unable to say anything else. This was the first time he saw Isabel crying.

The float frame under me suddenly began to vibrate, and the friction sound of gears biting and rotating inside came from inside.

The two children were a little panicked for a moment.

Isabel stopped crying and looked at the same confused boy. He didn't know what was going on.

The plot on the stage has reached its climax, the actors sang hymns together, and the crowds surrounding the floats responded.

At this moment, the mechanism started, and the third platform where they were located slowly rotated. The table top of the leather and wooden boards was like petals blooming, and two small angel statues holding horns rose below.

The trumpet flew out of the ritual bullet, which dragged its bright long tail, symbolizing the ascension of the saint's soul.

Fireworks exploded, and cheers were heard on the streets that were filled with brilliance.

The magnificent and gorgeous fireworks bloom continuously above the children's heads, fleeting, but also shockingly beautiful.

Isabel finally burst into tears and laughed.

They had long been unable to hear each other's words as the huge fireworks sounded. She covered her ears and shouted at the crowd under her feet: "Don't cry - don't cry anymore - let them go to hell-"

In Goa, the magnificent night of this artificial paradise even overwhelms the brilliance of the stars and the moon.

Under the same bright moon and stars, the British Empire, far away, was quietly rising, and Dutch armed merchant ships sailed into the Indian Ocean and began to challenge the Portuguese maritime hegemony.

A report from India is being put on the lap of the Vatican Pope.

The letter says that devout missionaries are unwilling to be sent to Goa, and they believe that the morality here is corrupt, and that even if God comes in person, it cannot save the souls of these people.

Under the thick and colorful fireworks, the whole sick city still exudes a luxurious light.

Everyone can smell the stale smell behind the frivolity, but no one cares.

No one condemns fraud and looting. Poverty is shameful, self-esteem is worthless, only wealth and power are worth chasing and praise.
Chapter completed!