The border line is a place where the Eight Immortals show their magical powers across the sea. The Eastern Military Palace can rely on its strong military strength to send a green cloak across the border without fear. Naturally, Alva can also send mixed-race Spanish spies to disguise themselves as slaves and flee there to inquire about the news for them.

There are no airtight walls in the Forbidden City, let alone the Mingxi border where the battle has just been truce?

No matter which side of both sides suddenly increases troops, they will be immediately known by the other party and then known by the other party.

Lin Manjue carefully repaired his beard by the stream in the forest camp. His subordinates stood aside and whispered: "Lin Lao, brothers below reported that they followed three mixed-race men from Zhangjiagou and secretly crossed the border to the Westerners to plant the circle. Not long after, a carriage in the garden went to the Western Army camp, thinking it was a spy."

Lin Manjue's beard repairing his hand did not pause, but he tried to nod while completing the work, saying, "Including the twelve previous ones, there are fifteen. Just like last time, I will report these people to General Fu. If I ask about my opinion, I will say not to alert the snake."

"These people may be of great use in the future."

The spy war between countries always seems to have the advantage of the strong side, and the spies in the Eastern Military Palace are not as sneaky as these Spanish people.

For example, one of Fu Yuan's jobs is to set up spy agencies on the border. Most of them started with Fujian merchants who were familiar with Nanyang. Most of them were proficient in Spanish. They opened car dealers across the border and hired people to transport goods to merchants. Some people opened teahouses, archways, and even delivered them to their own doorsteps.

Many planters expressed their hope to hire teamakers to their homes on the border, and Fu Yuan took the opportunity to send the people over.

On the other hand, they were naturalized mixed-race children who were sent to Mexico City after receiving a certain degree of education. What these people were not guarding against was small matters such as increasing troops on the border, but hoped to get news first when the Western Army prepares for the mobilization of a large-scale war.

Another thing is Lin Manjue, a guerrilla corps fixed on the east side of the border. Chen Mu sent them to the frontier at the beginning to prevent the Western Army scouts from premeditating damage and infiltration of the Ming army's villages. Now it seems that it is completely unnecessary.

The only goal after the arrival of Duke Alva, who was concentrating on preparing for the Portuguese war, was to stabilize his relationship with the Ming army, not make any provocations, and even did not think of sending scouts to the border. The closest Western Army posts were all thirty miles east of the border line, and the garrisons did not leave the posts at all.

Compared to the green cloaks who were randomly present on the western border of Ming Dynasty, who were scared to walk through all birds and beasts within a radius of ten miles, Acosta, who was in charge of the relationship between Ming Dynasty, was much more troublesome.

He was about to annoy Chen Mu, who always made trouble across the border.

Just six days before the news of the Ming army's increase in troops to the border reached Mexico City, he had just submitted a report to the West Indian Affairs Commission on the absorption of Indians and giving them full rights as Spaniards.

A large part of it describes the opening and acceptance of Indians and even mixed-race children by Ming. Acosta believes that the Ming Dynasty is obviously richer in the "imperial atmosphere" than Spain, and believes that this is one of the means for the Ming Dynasty to compete with Spain for the king of the New World.

The report said that if Spain does nothing and let its influence be destroyed and deprived, it will only take ten years or even less, and New Spain will no longer exist, leaving only the "Asia State" belonging to the Ming Dynasty.

The committee has issued an order to convene monks from all over the country and is scheduled to hold a meeting the next day two weeks later. If everything goes well, the affairs committee, as the legislative body of the New World, will appropriately abolish past discrimination against Indians, and enhance its competitiveness in the New World, just like the more than 300,000 decrees they once issued on this land.

But this matter is difficult to go smoothly.

In the monastery built southeast of Mexico City on the hillside of Mount **Catepet, the Aboriginal servants of Acosta brought him clean brown monk robes and humbly took away the comfortable silk shirt, which was a rare treasure.

Mexico City silk is not a very scarce piece of material. Although it was indeed expensive after Manila lost control and no longer had raw silk from the Ming Dynasty, the few months after the recovery of trade left the streets and alleys of Mexico City full of various silk figures.

But this thin shirt is indeed rare because it is impossible to buy. It has complicated small patterns on it. It is the texture of the sixth and seventh grade official robes in the Ming Dynasty. It is not only comfortable to wear, but also a symbol of dignity in the eyes of those who know the goods.

This fabric was specially made by the Oriental Military Office to reward first-class officers who made contributions to the battlefield. The outfit of Acosta was given to him by a Ming Dynasty merchant during his communication. It was tailor-made with the best fabric. In the words of the merchant who claimed to be from the Ming Dynasty, a businessman named Fujian Province, there was only one outfit in the entire Mexico City and no one could wear.

The merchant who gave Acosta this official robe was Shi Xiaolou. He was a prosperous old maritime merchant in Fujian and Guanghe. He operated a copper mine alone in Luzon and jointly managed a silver lead mine and two gold and copper mines with two other maritime merchants named Chen Douyan and Li Yuxi. In the waters between Luzon, Jiuzhou Island and Haojing, his merchant ship traded and made a fortune.

Using this dark-patterned brocade official robe, Shi Xiaolou met a Spanish businessman who was willing to cooperate with him. Then his younger son opened a restaurant and a casino in Mexico City, and built three huge warehouses outside the city.

"Master, can the new law be implemented smoothly?"

The monk's Aboriginal servant was a little worried: "I shouldn't be talking too much, but you want to go there, and the meeting here will be postponed."

This young man with brown skin and mixed race is obviously the first person in Spain to know that Acosta would submit documents, and whether this decree that concerns the fate of thousands of Indians can be implemented is also related to his interests.

"Even if the decree is implemented, I will still serve you."

Acosta, who was changing clothes, sighed, and raised his hand to pinch the texture of the silk robe. He liked the clothes very much, but wearing clothes from Mingguo across the border would make his already difficult diplomatic stance even more difficult. He had to make his dress look like a messenger - especially when facing Chen Mu, who was always aggressive.

"The decree is difficult to implement. Even if I don't leave, too many aftermath problems cannot be solved. Issuing a new decree can allow Spain to strengthen its strength in the long-term competition with the Ming Dynasty, but once the decree is promulgated, New Spain will not live long."

"Planyards that have lost their labor will be abandoned, and the production of silver mines will be further reduced and cannot meet the royal requirements. There is not even enough silver to buy the artillery trade just signed. The salary of the garrison has been owed for several months, and it is even impossible to make up for it."

The servant thought for a while and whispered: "The decree is promulgated, and they should also work in the plantation and mine."

Acosta glanced at the young servant without saying anything.

"It's a difficult dilemma, it's true for everyone, I have to see what the lunatic wants to do."
Chapter completed!