MTL - My British Empire-Chapter 490 Ceuta Port and the Berbers

  Chapter 490 The Port of Ceuta and the Berbers

  The Ceuta region, which is located in the northernmost part of the Maghreb (collectively referred to by Algeria, Morocco, and Tunisia), is the tentacles of Morocco, on the Mediterranean coast near the Strait of Gibraltar.

   It can be said that its geographical location is very important and can control the Mediterranean Sea to a certain extent.

  In fact, as early as 1415, it was occupied by Portugal and became a Portuguese colonial stronghold.

   And Ceuta is not the only important place that Morocco belongs to. In a sense, Cape Tangier is more valuable than Ceuta.

  Ceuta is inside the Mediterranean Sea, Tangier is outside, combined with Gibraltar in Spain, this is the real control of the Mediterranean Sea.

  Of course, Ceuta is small, and it is a long and narrow island stretching out. It has a great military role but a small economic role.

   Tangier is one of the four major cities in Morocco, and it is also the starting point for business travel in the Sahara Desert in Africa, with huge economic benefits.

  All, this time the target, His Majesty the King, placed Ceuta instead of the richer Tangier.

   "Hey, buddy, need a refill? I've got the sweetest wine!"

A merchant ship had just docked in Ceuta. Allen wrapped himself in a woolen coat and stepped off the ship. Authentic Portuguese was heard in his ears. selling their wares.

   "No, okay, how much is a can!" Alan was about to refuse, but when he remembered his plan to come here, he nodded and agreed immediately.

"Guest officer, come with me, my shop has everything you need to drink, at cheap prices, Berber, Spanish, French, everything is available at my place, and it is famous in the entire port of Ceuta!" The Arab businessman grinned , Take a step forward, pull Allen and leave, that's called a quick one.

   Allen followed without hesitation, and behind him, at some point, two guards also followed him. They followed him without a knife or a gun.

   "Hey! Papa Muhammad kidnapped another businessman, and he is going to make a fortune!"

   "Yes! This is the third time this month, there are so many fools!"

   Soon Alan was taken to run through a small street, dozens of small shops, people coming and going, a mixture of various races and languages, and it was extremely lively.

   It is estimated that it is the main trading street of the small Ceuta Port.

   After walking to the end, a small shop full of bottles and cans, Allen could stop and rest for a while.

   "Sir, it's right for you to come to us. Whether it's French, Spanish, or Berber wine, I have it, and even black special wine, which is very suitable for giving away!"

   Only then did Allen take a closer look at the face of the Arab businessman, with a full unshaven beard, light blue eyes, a tall nose, and narrowed eyes, revealing a sly aura.

"Okay, bring me ten cans of this black wine!" Allen walked around the small shop, looked at a dark can with several exotic pictures engraved on it, and then opened it to taste. After tasting, he narrowed his eyes, pointed and said.

   "Mr. has a good eye. This is the fruit wine brewed by the Zenata people of the Bani-Marin tribe. It is sour and sweet, and it is unforgettable!" The Arab businessman narrowed his eyes, glanced up and down, and said cheerfully.

   "For ten gold coins, you can bring them back!"

   "Yes!" Alan tugged his lips and agreed reluctantly.

  He cursed in his heart, the unscrupulous businessman, if it wasn't for other things, he would have left long ago.

   "Sir, do you need anything else? This is the best shop in Ceuta Port!" The Arab businessman said, looking at the hesitant Allen.

   "Boss, I need to meet the nearby Berbers, and it's the leader!"

   Allen glanced at him and said directly.

   "Sir, what are you talking about, how can I know Berbers!" The Arab businessman said calmly with a confused face.

   "Huh, huh, huh~" Allen didn't say anything, just took out his money bag and threw it on the table.

  Suddenly, the golden coins in the purse leaked out without any accident, covering the small wooden table.

   "This—" The Arab businessman stared intently at the coins on the wooden table, his eyes almost protruding, and he was stunned.

   "Of course!" The businessman's face changed suddenly, and while counting the money, he said with a smile on his face:

   "Although I don't drink alcohol, I know a lot of Berbers. These people graze and farm nearby. I often go to get some drinks. I know a tribal leader with hundreds of people. He just took over the position of the old leader last year!"

  Getting the news, Allen couldn't help but feel happy: Sure enough, the businessman is the most well-informed person, and the money was not wasted, and he found the target so quickly.

   "Then, when can you introduce me to meet him?" Allen said impatiently.

"this-"

   "Wow, wow~" Another bag of gold coins was thrown over.

   "The day after tomorrow, I'll take you there the day after tomorrow, and I'm also going to buy a batch of wine! I can bring him here so you can meet each other!" The businessman said impatiently.

   On the third day, Allen came to the liquor store with two guards.

   And in front of the wine shop, there were indeed a few commoner men standing, with the same western face, but with bronze skin and slightly bowed legs, looking around.

   "Come on, let me introduce you, Mr. Allen! This is the leader of Ava Brown!"

  I saw that the Arab businessman introduced to a young man in his twenties with a rebellious face.

   "Hello, Chief!"

   "You are the businessman who wants to send us money, bring the money quickly, I am in a hurry to go back!"

  The young man stretched out his hand and said impatiently.

   Allen glanced at the Arab businessman inexplicably, glared at him, and then smiled and said to the young leader:

   "That's right, I'm about to send you money, let's go in and talk!"

   After Allen said a few words into the young man's ear, he entered the wine shop with a blank expression on his face.

  The Arab businessman was about to follow, but was stopped by Alan's guards, and Alan's voice sounded:

   "Boss, borrow your shop and return it to you in a while!"

  The Arab businessman watched the two enter his shop, but he could only jump and feel powerless.

   Half an hour later, Alan and the young leader of Ava Brown came out, both of them had satisfied expressions on their faces, and it seemed that they were talking well.

   "Leader, I'm waiting for your good news!" Allen smiled and said goodbye to the Berber leader who was riding back.

   "Of course, we Berbers always mean what we say!" The young leader turned his head, replied arrogantly, and left without hesitation.

  The Arab businessman was left alone but looked confused.

  The next day, Allen secretly unloaded some long knives and matchlock guns from the merchant ship, and then left quickly with the merchant ship.

  (end of this chapter)