However, Master Wen had plenty of money to bring sun chairs and sun umbrellas on the deck. He imitated the British gentlemen and started drinking afternoon tea.

The Duke of Bekent's face was as cold as if he could scrape off two layers of ice, but it was not because he thought he was defeated and captured. It was really cold.

The wind on the sea was extremely strong, and the waves that were raised from time to time could make this first-class battleship jump almost from the sea.

In this kind of weather, only ghost guys like Master Wen pretended to run to the deck to have afternoon tea.

Despite the constant whisper in his stomach, the Duke said: "Sir, as an old sailor, I must remind you that the storm is coming soon. Look at the sky in the distance and these trade winds, all of which indicate that a violent storm is about to come to this sea!"

Of course, this duke would not remind Master Wen so kindly that this pirate leader who had just sneaked into him.

But there is no way, who made him Duke Bekent also on this ship? The storm is coming, and if the ship capsizes, he will not be able to escape either.

Since they have surrendered with dignity, the pirate leader has also given him relatively decent treatment. Therefore, the Duke's Excellency doesn't want to die!

Although he was talking, he could hardly even hear what he was saying. As soon as he spoke, he was blown to somewhere by the oncoming sea breeze.

However, Master Wen could easily hear it clearly. Looking around, the sky was a little dark, but the sky was extremely bright and even dazzling. It was indeed just as the Duke said, a storm was about to come.

"You are right, dear Duke." Master Wen said slowly: "You may not know. Your batch of gold has the curse of the god of death. No matter who encounters this batch of gold, it will be infected with bad luck.

Or you should thank me. If you personally escorted this batch of gold back to China at that time, you might be the one who suffered the bad luck!"

The Duke of Bekent couldn't sit still, and he wanted to say, this was ridiculous. I am a loyal believer of God. I will never believe the nonsense of this pagan.

But after staying in this continent for many years, he knew very well that although these pagan gods did not have the omniscience and omnipotence of the Lord, they also possessed some very dangerous abilities.

Sometimes, his men would suffer great losses. For example, this time, they found a temple in the jungle, and while finding these gold, they encountered huge monsters.

They died hundreds of warriors. They finally defeated the monster. They drove the monster away with guns and cannons, and finally took away the gold.

Such a powerful monster is clearly not something that ordinary people should have!

"Hisser Duke, you really should thank me. Otherwise, your fleet should have set out with gold and encountered such a big storm today. You may even encounter British ships... In short, you cannot transport these gold back!" Master Wen said with a smile.

"What a joke!" The Duke of Bekent was finally angry. The guy in front of him was really cheap and he was acting obedient. That kind of face made Bekent, a prisoner, get angry.

"I am a faithful believer of God. These evil gods may have some messy magical powers. But under the glory of the Lord, everything will be turned into ashes!" Duke Beckent drew a cross on his chest.

Wen Fei smiled faintly: "I'm afraid your Duke has made a mistake. In fact, you are not clear about the essence of this curse. This curse does not come from the god of death of these pagans, but from the hearts of people and from greed?"

"Greed?" Duke Beckent was stunned and then said loudly: "Sir Captain, you don't know. We are different from you! We are just, but you and your pirates are evil..."

"Justice? If a civilization is massacred, millions of people are killed, and all the things representing civilization are destroyed. Then is this justice?"

"We are spreading God's faith under the glory of God and saving those poor people who are evil and fall into the faith of the pagans!"

The Duke of Bekent shouted loudly: "Sir, I pity you. You are a guy without faith. You have no knowledge of this sentiment from the nobles!"

Master Wen Datian smiled sarcastically: "What a precious sentiment and mercy. The so-called redemption means killing all people, right?"

Thinking about the future generations, there is almost no difference between them and now. But these white ghosts just changed the slogans and turned the spread of God's glory into something else.

What is the essence? It is nothing more than plundering, that is, never allowing others to have values ​​different from them, and not allowing this blue planet to have the power to compete with them!

The difference is that at that time, no one could compete with them. But during this period of time, although these white ghosts were in the rising period, they were not so invincible. Now they do not have such power.

And Master Wen, in this world, does not allow them to have such power at all!

"I am really ashamed of you, saying that a set of rape and looting things is so high-sounding. In fact, why can't we say that the pagan Death is just, he is leading his people to resist your invasion! He is a great rebel!" Master Wen Datian smiled and smiled.

"Nothing nonsense, how could pagan gods be just? They are all evil things that should go to hell... Have you not seen it? They have lost, and even the golden statues are loaded on this ship!"

Master Wen Datian seized the ancient loopholes in his words and said slowly: "It turns out that your so-called justice is like this. Are the success and the kings defeated? Just like there is a saying in the east that kill one is a sin, and killing all sides is a hero?"

"Justice will always defeat evil!" Beckent raised his chin arrogantly.

I'm afraid this sentence is what he really said in his heart.

Master Wen applauded and smiled, "I said so well. Duke, I believe this sentence too. So we defeated you and turned the Duke into a prisoner, which shows the justice of us pirates!"

"Actually, justice is a bitch. Whoever has the power is strong can press her on the bed and fuck her!" Master Wen Datian said with a pretentious sigh: "And we have already pressed Santo Domingo to the ground and have finished work..."

The Duke of Bekent's face suddenly turned into a pig's liver. He said angrily: "But you are pirates, pirates, do you understand? How could you be just?"

"What's wrong with the pirates?" Master Wen Datian pretended to be puzzled: "We have powerful power, we have defeated you. Why can't we pirates be just?"

Beckent had ten thousand reasons to say that pirates were not just, but in the end, he only said one thing: "Because you are not under the glory of God! God will not bless you!"

When he said this, Bekent was arrogant. Yes, Spain was a country of blessing at this time. No one would have thought that this inconspicuous small country in Europe was the first country to discover the new world and rule here.

What made them even more excited was that on the American continent, the two most powerful empires, the Aztec and the Inca.

These two were able to mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops, have sound systems, complete systems, and have huge empires that have developed to a certain extent. However, they were all destroyed by their small Spanish troops.

Their colonization on the American Road was so smooth that it was unimaginable. It seemed that everything was like God watching in the sky and blessing!

Although they have passed the defeat of the Invincible Armada decades ago and the defeat of Santo Domingo, they have suffered even more severely than the defeat of the Invincible Armada.

But the Duke of Berkant still believed, and even every Spaniard still believed that they were God's blessing.

Master Wen showed his pity and waited for so long, and finally showed his final decisive blow: "Your Excellency Duke, don't you understand yet?"

"What?" Duke Bekent felt uncomfortable with this pity from Master Wen's eyes. Although he had become a prisoner.

"I just said that the curse of these golds comes from greed, not the power of this Laosh Death God. In fact, the one who wants to destroy these golds and does not allow them to climb Europe is precisely your God!"

"What did you say?" Duke Beckent was shocked.

Master Wen Da Tian smiled faintly, enjoying the pride of destroying a person with words, especially the pride of such stupid and stubborn old colonists. This can even bring a sense of pleasure of practicing the way for heaven!

"There is the power of the god of death on these gold. As long as you bring it back to Europe, these powers can always spread... and then the faith of this god of death will slowly take root and sprout in your world..."

Master Wen Datian gloated: "So, yours will definitely not allow the seeds of power of this evil god to reach its back garden. Therefore, the one who must destroy these gold is precisely the one who believes in your faith."

"How could this be the case?" The Duke of Beckent's face suddenly changed: "Impossible..."

"What is impossible?" Master Wen Datian was in a very good mood: "Greed, do you understand? Greed is the original sin of all things. Has your teaching not taught you these? If these statues of gods containing divine power or the ritual vessels used for sacrifice were made of wood, I'm afraid you would have been burned by you long ago!

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Thank you to the rewards from the new Ya'an brothers... (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!