Lorraine and Alfonso sat back under the umbrella, representing a return to the starting point of the negotiations.

    Maybe it''s more than the starting point.

    Because Cloisonne in the way was taken away by the servant, the small round table was replaced with two cups of fragrant English black tea, and even served with thin cucumber sandwiches, strawberry cakes and English muffins.

    Although they should actually be delicious food at 4 p.m., this is Spain. Viscount Alfonso is just a local rich man who relies on illegal business to maintain a decent life. Lorraine feels he can''t ask for more.

    He politely ate a small sandwich and happily talked with the Viscount about the weather and the rumor that Duke Victoria might have beriberi.

    Halfway through the tea, the Viscount asked, "what should I call you, Mr. England?"

    "Lorraine." Lorraine put down her tea cup and folded her fingers in her knees. "Lorraine arnerson Drake."

    "Drake?"

    "It''s the Drake you remember. Tavistock is my hometown."

    Prince Alfonso couldn''t help laughing: "Francis Drake led to the decline of Bilbao port, and now his children and grandchildren are looking for gold in belmayo?"

    Lorraine reluctantly spread his hand: "as an oriental proverb says, predecessors plant trees and future generations enjoy the cool."

    "Throw the money in... What?"

    "It''s basically money thrown in the water. One day it will float back to where it started with the ocean current."

    Prince Alfonso was greatly impressed: "I didn''t expect that mysterious oriental people would be so proficient in the ocean."

    "They know everything. The only problem is that they know so much that they don''t know what they want."

    It is undoubtedly wonderful to use the mysterious East as the end of the chat, especially when Prince Alfonso learned an oriental proverb.

    He smiled and thanked Lorraine, wiped his mouth, and suddenly said, "Mr. Drake, you''re threatening me."

    "No, no, no, no, you misunderstood." Lorraine waved again and again. "I didn''t mean to threaten you. I didn''t even bother to inquire about Miss Xavier''s appearance and residence. Just to talk better with you, I found some friends and fortunately listened to a beautiful and moving love story."

    "Really?"

    "I am English, sir. Although your country and my country, your ancestors and my ancestors do not get along well, at least we live in the same world and are influenced by modern civilization."

    "A... Civilized gentleman?"

    "Etiquette, politeness, don''t casually inquire into the details of a beautiful lady, and won''t win people''s love and force people to be difficult, will you?"

    The two sides were silent for a long time and looked at each other without dodging.

    A long time later, Lord Alfonso smiled, picked up the teapot and refilled the glass for Lorraine himself: "I have to say that your success has changed my prejudice against the English."

    "Thanks for your kindness, sir." Lorraine leaned over in his chair. "Madam and cousin, is the Viscount uncomfortable?"

    The Viscount smiled bitterly, "I still love my lady. Although it sounds strange, the truth is that I care about this marriage more than she knows."

    "What about Miss Xavier? Youth? Beauty?"

    "When she was young, she was very much like the lady... Confident, beautiful, proud, reserved, loyal to the Lord, and intelligent." Lord Alfonso looked back. "After that serious illness, the lady changed a lot, became paranoid and cynical. I know that children are the only way for us to ease our relationship, but God refused to give him to us..."

    "Then you met Miss Xavier? The young lady?"

    The Viscount smiled knowingly at Lorraine: "no, in fact, we knew each other before the lady was ill. If Carmen hadn''t insisted on obeying the doctrine and keeping holy before marriage, maybe I would have picked this beautiful flower at that romantic ball."

    "The romance of a Spanish gentleman is always more subtle and reserved than that of a Frenchman." Lorraine praised against his heart and recited the poem softly in an aria tone. "Love! In this remote wild forest, there is security and ecstasy. This is the territory of your paradise, and you have become the real God!"

    This poem suddenly reached Viscount Alfonso''s heart. He was greatly surprised: "unexpectedly, Mr. Drake is still a poet."

    "I''m just moved by your story again." Lorraine raised his tea cup to pay tribute to the viscount. "Viscount, I''ve prepared a gift for you."

    "Not Oriental porcelain?"

    "No, the most precious porcelain is also a dead thing, and my gift is Miss Xavier."

    "Carmen?"

    "The diviners are very rigid, but fortunately, the civilized world has taught us the way to convince them, hasn''t it?" Lorraine took a sip of tea and stood up: "you''ve been delayed for a long time. We look forward to becoming friends and true friends when we meet next time."

    Lord Alfonso was stunned and sat, even forgetting to get up to see him off.

    Lorraine walked out of the Viscount''s manor like a full gentleman and took a turn, and Hannah silently appeared behind him.

    "Is it going well?"

    "With the porcelain in front of him and the gold pounds in the future, I even arranged a damn love for him. What else can he be dissatisfied with when the business is up to this point?"

    Haina nodded quietly: "just go smoothly. What kind of person is the Viscount?"

    Lorraine looked disgusted: "I thought I had enough adaptation to the noble view of love. I didn''t know until today that I was too young."

    "Ah?"

    "Mr. sasselika Alfonso, he is not only a local rich man, but also a complete scum man."

    ……

    The next day, a purple tent was put up on the grass of Alfonso manor.

    Lorraine was dressed like a Roma, with flower clothes and square hats. She carried a big box like a worker, and put a very long mustache on her face.

    His black hair made him pay no attention among a group of men. It was difficult to distinguish the deep brown pupil from the usual black eyes of the Roma. It was just that his figure stood out from the crowd was really tall, but it didn''t matter. After all, the protagonist this time was a woman, and the man was just the background board.

    Carrying the box, he passed by Lord Alfonso and accidentally knocked down the servant beside him.

    Taking the opportunity of being reprimanded by the Viscount, he slipped something into the Viscount''s trouser pocket.

    The Viscount was stunned, and his face showed a ghost expression.

    Lorraine smiled cunningly at the viscount and said, "a small gift, my friend."

    With that, he took out a mahogany box from the box, held it in both hands and walked into the tent.

    The Viscount quickly found a reason, went to the corner where there was no one, and reached into his pocket.

    He touched out a Suzhou embroidered handkerchief. On the handkerchief was a handsome Oriental man sitting cross legged under a tree, hugging a beautiful oriental woman with a solemn look.

    There was also a note in the handkerchief, which was written in beautiful flower script: "Liu Xiahui, the most famous gentleman in oriental legend. Only a reserved and noble person like you and him can adhere to his holy and pure love in front of beauty and desire."

    Holding a handkerchief, the Viscount''s tiger eyes wept.

    "Bosom friend!" he muttered, looking at the tent, "mysterious East, mysterious... Mr. Drake."