After Bentula was brought up, Chen Guanyu asked him straight to the point. People in the Ming Dynasty had a relatively confusing understanding of European countries, and they had different names. However, in the survey camp, Su Hao unified and implemented the policies of later generations.

In order to translate the names, Matteo Ricci was also asked to provide the original pronunciations for the names of each country, so that once people had the opportunity to interact with Europeans, they would not be confused about which country they belonged to.

The soldier in charge of translating told Ventura Chen Guanyu's question in Spanish. Ventura was stunned and couldn't help shouting.

"What did he say?" Chen Guanyu asked.

The translator said: "He said, Master Taoist, you are not a Taoist priest, but a spy of the Ming Dynasty."

"He knows the stuff." Chen Guanyu said contemptuously. He still doesn't know whether he is a Taoist priest or a spy. He has not given up his identity as a Taoist priest, but all he has done in the past few years is to be a spy, and he also

I really like this kind of profession.

"Do you, the Ming Dynasty, want to interfere in Luzon's affairs? Let me tell you, the Spanish fleet is invincible. We can destroy your navy and we will never let you gain a foothold in Luzon." Ventura shouted arrogantly.

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Liao Yiming, who was in charge of recording on the side, was annoyed. He put down his pen, walked up to Bentula, and without any further explanation, slapped him across the face twice, knocking Bentula into confusion.

"Tell him to answer whatever he asks. If he talks nonsense again, I will cut off his balls!" Liao Yiming said viciously to the translator.

The translator told Ventura what Liao Yiming said word for word. Ventura subconsciously tightened his crotch and looked at Liao Yiming with fear in his eyes.

"How many fleets do you have here!" Liao Yiming asked loudly.

"Three fleets, a total of 24 ships..." Ventura replied obediently.
Chapter completed!