My Pen Pal Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 399 Stereotype
Wow, it's really no coincidence that I found an Arab interpreter in Temasek, but I didn't expect that he had a mortal enemy with the two prisoners of war.

This is not just an ordinary feud, it is a blood feud between two nations, between occupier and occupied, colonizer and resistance!

Not to mention that the Castilians were ruled by the Arabs for hundreds of years, just look at the Ming Dynasty. They were ruled by the Yuan Dynasty for only a few decades, and there was already an irreconcilable conflict between them and the Yuan Dynasty.

This country has been ruled for hundreds of years, and the hatred there is enormous.

Several people immediately understood. No wonder the little curly-haired boy who was dressed elegantly lost his mind when he saw Ali.

If we weren't here, I'm afraid that curly-haired boy would have eaten Ali alive.

"Damned heretics, Saracen pigs! Why weren't you all slaughtered in the Battle of De Tolosa?"

Makaros got up from the ground, but still glared at Ali, the anger in his eyes seemed to engulf Ali.

"You pigs, you must be purified!"

Ali's face changed. The word "pig" was the biggest insult to them who did not eat pork. The Battle of Tolosa mentioned by Makaros was a key battle and also the turning point of the Arab Mowahid Dynasty from prosperity to decline.

In this battle, the Catholic-Catholic coalition annihilated a full 600,000-strong army of the Almohad Empire, which led to the decline of the Almohad Empire. This battle also left a permanent trauma in the hearts of all Arabs on the Iberian Peninsula.

Makarus mentioned the Battle of Tolosa in front of Ali, which was tantamount to calling a monk a bald donkey in front of him.

However, in front of Xu Da and others, Ali did not dare to do anything to Makaros and could only hold back from getting angry.

"Shut up!"

Zhu Di shouted angrily and glared at Makaros fiercely. Makaros immediately became much more obedient. No matter how angry he was, he did not dare to vent it in front of Zhu Di and others.

"Although I don't know what you said just now, it doesn't look like anything good. Even though they drove you away, it was because your people occupied their land and ruled them for hundreds of years. It's understandable that this curly-haired boy has some resentment in his heart."

Xu Da looked Ali straight in the eye and said, "Therefore, you have to do a good job of interpreting from now on. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, my Lord. I will do my best!"

Ali understood Xu Da's meaning very well. Having been in the Ming Dynasty for many years, he knew that those in power sometimes would not speak so directly, but if the implied meaning was not understood, then he would die without knowing how he died.

Father Makaros and Antonio looked at Ali and Xu Da in surprise. This damn Saracen seemed to be very familiar with this noble Chinese nobleman!

"Ali, tell him that I am Xu Da, Duke of Wei in the Ming Dynasty, this is Li Wenzhong, Duke of Cao, and that is Tang He, Duke of Xin. Ask them first, who are their names and where are they from?"

Makaros stared blankly at Xu Da, then at Ali, wondering what this distinguished lord was talking to that lowly Saracen, but it was obvious that the Saracen understood Chinese.

He suddenly had a strong bad premonition in his heart. Could this Saracen be a translator?

It would be terrible if you offended the translator!

At this moment, Ali's heart was filled with huge waves. He did not expect that the three people in front of him were actually the three most famous nobles of the Ming Dynasty, the famous founding heroes!

These three people came to Temasek on this huge ironclad ship. Could it be that the Ming Dynasty was going to conquer Malacca?
Ali didn't dare to think about it, nor did he dare to ask. How could a small Arab like him interfere in the affairs of the Ming Dynasty?
However, this did not prevent him from taking advantage of the fact that the Ming Dynasty did not understand Castilian and giving the Iberians in front of him a little lesson and warning to establish his own advantage. After bowing to Xu Da, he straightened his chest in front of Makaros.

"Listen carefully. The three honorable gentlemen in front of you are the most respected dukes of the Ming Dynasty of China. And I, Sayyid Ahmed Ali from Cairo, am the agent of the most honorable duke Xu Da among them!"

As he spoke, Ali promoted himself in front of Makaros and Father Antonio, from interpreter to agent without authorization.

After hearing this, Father Macaros and Antonio were dumbfounded. They didn’t expect that these three people wearing silk were actually Chinese dukes?
Makaros immediately started to murmur in his heart, this is the Duke, and he is only a third-class earl. He is a little inferior to the Duke!

However...his ancestors came from the royal family of the Kingdom of Aragon, and his mother was of even more noble origin, being a countess of the Habsburg family. Well, his mother's family background allowed him to hold his head up high a little.

And this damn Saracen was actually the agent of Duke Xu Da?

This time, I’m really dead!

Ali looked at the changing expressions of the two people and felt somewhat proud in his heart, thinking that this interpreting assignment was the wisest choice he had made since coming to the East.

"My Lord the Duke asks you, what are your names and where are you from?"

"My name is Don Ferdinando Macaros. I'm from the Don Ferdinand family of Barcelona and I'm a hereditary count." Although he was unwilling, Macaros honestly stated his name and origin.

Ferdinand?
Ali was also a little surprised that this boy was actually from the royal family of Aragon.

At this time, Father Antonio also introduced himself. He was also from Barcelona, ​​but he was a priest canonized by the Roman See.

Makaros’ words are easy to translate, but how should we translate Father Antonio’s identity?
Ali was a little embarrassed and scratched his head. He simply translated according to the levels of Buddhist clergy in the Ming Dynasty.

So Xu Da and others heard that, according to Ali, Makaros was the count of a city called Barcelona in Castile, and the Catholic monk was the abbot appointed by the Roman Catholic Church.

Ali took great pains to explain to them what the Roman Catholic Church was and what Catholicism was. Although they only had a vague understanding, they did get the general idea.

He is just a monk anyway.

When Xu Da asked Makaros about the purpose of coming to Temasek and why he wanted to enclose land, Ali was also shocked. This little earl was really not afraid of death. He actually dared to enclose land in the territory of the Ming Dynasty?
When the question was put to Macaros, his answer was consistent with his stereotype of Catholic believers.

These stupid guys, you can just look for a route, but you also have to preach wherever you go. You are really a group of shameless guys.

Do you really think that the Ming Dynasty will believe in your crappy God?

The people of the Ming Dynasty believed in the Three Pure Ones, and also their ancestors!

However, he also admired Makaros' courage. Catholics had been expelled from the Ming Dynasty long ago, but he actually wanted to preach in the Ming Dynasty?

Not to mention your tiny Kingdom of Castile, even if you tied the Iberian Peninsula, the Holy See, France, the Holy Roman Empire, and a bunch of miscellaneous principalities together, it would still not be enough to touch the finger of the Ming Dynasty!

(End of this chapter)