Chapter 409

A very beautiful fierce beast is crossing the wide front of the port

Kim shawley Raine silently watched the huge, elegant, extraordinary and outstanding ship shadow, and suddenly heard the opposite and lifeless command from the fort not far away.

"The target distance is 4000, turn right for three quarters, raise it for five quarters, solid bullet, release!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The continuous roar and the spray blew up at least one kilometer away from the ship. Even the afterwaves could not make the British on the opposite deck feel anything.

The fourth day of Muscat port closure, early morning, January 13.

Shawley Ryan bowed his head and sighed, pulled on his scarf and got into his cabin.

There are seven or eight people in the cabin, Omani. They are the main ethnic group of Muscat emirate. Arabs grow on the seaside branch. They generally look thinner than inland Arabs, but they are also more vigorous.

Shauli Ryan made no secret of his concern: "Your Highness, your Highness the prince..."

The woman holding the child in the middle of the crowd smiled at shawley Ryan. Under the barrier of black yarn, she could only see the moving big black eyes. There was helplessness in the eyes. She drifted like a duckweed, which suddenly injected strength into shawley Ryan.

The strong old man wrapped in a white scarf beside the woman asked in a deep voice, "Mr. shawley Ryan, the princess and Prince have been hiding in your cabin for two days. Are you not ready to leave the port?"

"I'm waiting for something, a treasure that can greatly improve the success rate. It can be seen everywhere in France, but in Muscat... It should be fast."

As he was saying this, a sailor outside the cabin shouted, "Captain, tailor buidu has sent us the golden Gladiolus flag and your tuxedo. He is waiting for you to inspect the goods."

The old man turned black and said, "is the treasure you said a flag and a dress?"

"It's probably hard to understand from your understanding of the West." shawley Ryan rubbed his eyebrows. "I need to disguise myself as a noble French aristocrat. Class has incomparable great power in our world. With it, I can defeat that ship of arrogant Brits and send you outside the blockade..."

In a short while, the golden lamb finished all the preparations for leaving the port. The bright blue Jin Jian flag flew on the top of the main mast. Xiao Li Ran shaving his face and fluttered on the thin foundation. He put on his dress and stood solemnly in the middle of the deck.

Anchor, release, sail, reverse.

The golden lamb stopped again more than 300 meters away from the port. With the ups and downs of the waves, it drifted to the same place with the broken bones of ships and people around the bay.

The waiting lasted about half an hour. Another huge warship came and stopped 4.5 kilometers offshore, 4 kilometers from the golden lamb.

The flag came: [warning: Matola is forbidden to leave Hong Kong. Please return to berth after the gunfire. Forcible departure will be regarded as an attack on Drake chamber of Commerce and will not be given a second warning. Repeat, no second warning.]

Shawley Ryan pinched his walking stick: "this is the super chaebol..."

The gunfire rang out.

It was Muscat's coastal artillery who fired. Although they couldn't reach the range at all, they still dutifully acted as the shore locking assistant of Drake chamber of Commerce, performing a series of trivial tasks, including but not limited to alarm, watch, welcome and escort, and sinking the escape ship.

Shauliraine ordered the golden lamb to set sail slowly, bypass the shelling area, do not raise the cross sail, and then returned to the cabin.

"Mr. shawley Ryan!" as soon as he entered the cabin, the strong old man greeted him, "are you ready to break through? Yes, your speed looks more like handing over the prince and princess!"

Shawley Raine sneered and wiped a little fishy saliva from his face.

"Since yesterday, the 14 section Feixia from America was easily captured by the British ship, there should be no ships and people in this port who still expect to break through with speed."

The princess held the child's arm tightly: "but Mr. shawley Ryan, you..."

"I have received the money. Don't worry, princess. The French won't break the Sacred Contract. I will send you to a safe country in a special way. This is my promise."

"What can we... Do now?"

Shauliraine thought, "before the port was closed, Matola port was very prosperous. As far as I know, 12 fishing boats from your country and nearly 20 merchant ships from all over the world gathered in the large berths of the commercial port."

"Now there are 13 sleeping at the bottom of the sea..."

"The British are very overbearing, but in fact they didn't sink too many ships. If you have leisure, please pray to your Allah and let your coastal artillery be more cautious and rational."

"In my opinion, the British have no intention of seizing Hong Kong, at least not yet. So they don't have to blow every merchant ship that failed to break through and was forced to repatriate into wood debris, which will only hurt your precious friends..."

……

Lorraine is having tea with Haina.

This is rare.

Drinking tea with Haina is a special experience, because no matter who Luolin drinks tea with, it is usually the other party or attendants who make tea. Only drinking tea with Haina is Luolin's job.

A tea bag that doesn't matter. The formula of morning tea, afternoon tea and evening tea is not important. A pot of hot water can't be too hot, a large pot of fresh milk and a whole stack of sugar.

First make the tea according to the general requirements, then put a sugar and two spoonfuls of milk. When Haina shakes her head, repeat the above steps.

Until Haina cries like a kitten, Lorraine can stop. This will be a perfect Haina black tea. No one can taste good except her.

Haina was enjoying her delicious black tea, and edre's voice came in from outside the cabin: "report! A brig ship left the port from Matola, the main mast hung the French golden sword flag, and the speed was 1.5 knots. The other captain asked to meet with the captain. The freshman code didn't dare to be expert, and had pointed the ship to valkiri."

Lorraine frowned slightly: "golden Gladiolus? The aristocrat of France?"

Five minutes later, acharin and Lorraine, who received the call, waited on the side of the ship for shawley Ryan's visit.

Shawley Ryan wore a new tuxedo with colorful feathers embroidered on his shoulders, a walking stick inlaid with emerald, meticulous hair and thin powder on his face.

When he saw what he was wearing, acharin frowned immediately.

He said to shawley Ryan in strong French with a Southwest accent, "nice to meet you, sir. I'm Desai, acharin Desai of Bordeaux."

Shawlirene's heart pounded and his subconscious eyes floated open: "Mr. Desai, I really didn't expect to see a fellow French on an English ship. That... I was born in the northeast."

"Northeast? This self introduction doesn't seem to be common."

"Colmar! I'm Baron shawley Wren from Colmar." shawley Wren stamped his cane. "Mr. Desai, it's disgraceful that you're doubting me with your voice!"

Acharin rolled his eyes and stepped back: "Oh, Amateur..."

So Lorraine knew the result of body verification.

He took over and bowed down from the side of the ship: "Baron shawley Ryan... I'm Lorraine Drake, President of Drake chamber of Commerce, so you don't have to make a higher-level appeal for the next words."

"There are two options in front of you. Drive the boat back to your Matola port, or get out of that ridiculous outfit, write a self defense, and when we return, explain your reasons for pretending to be an aristocrat to your gendarmerie and pray that they won't put you in the prison at the bottom of the bus."

"Now, choose. You have 10 seconds to think, edley, time."

“10，9，8……”

Shawley Raine's face changed greatly. He didn't know where he had exposed his feet, but thought Lorraine was cheating him.

So he protested loudly: "this is a barbaric act! English, you are insulting a noble gentleman and trying to start a new war between Britain and France!"

“4，3……”

"Give me to the gendarmerie! I will never do this humiliating self-defense. Go to Paris and Fontainebleau. I will make you pay for today's rudeness!"

"1, 0! Stormtroopers ready! Assemble on starboard!"

The excited French gentleman was silent.

Shawley Ryan stood alone in front of more than a dozen maritime commuters, clutching his cane, hesitating only for half a second.

"Dear Mr. Drake, I have captured the princess and the sixth Prince of the Sudan and the princess's father. I hope I can help you in your great cause."

"Incidentally, I'm shawley Ryan, Kim shawley Ryan, a small fur merchant from Colmar. It's not worth mentioning, ha ha, it's not worth mentioning..."