At night, in the side hall of Beiyang Yamen, the food delivered from the canteen was placed at a banquet. There were no singers or actors, only a few bald bearded men accompanied the officials, and Chen Mu and Tailong's Sean were cheering for the cup.

It’s true that although it’s just an ordinary meal in the military canteen, it seems to be in line with Sean’s appetite. Only the northern soju and they seem to be a little uncomfortable with it.

"emperor?"

"Yes, the monarch we are loyal to is the emperor. There can be many great sweats in the world, but there is only one emperor who controls everything in the world." Chen Mu picked up a piece of fish and soaked it in a dip sauce, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. After taking a sip of wine, he put it down his chopsticks and spread it out and said, "The problem with the matter is that my emperor has not recognized Tailong's legal status."

"Don't be impatient, the whole of Europa, only Portugal and Spain are our emperors who acknowledge that Spain has made peace after losing a battle with me for the islands, and my emperors recognize that they are one country, any other country, any royal family, any noble."

Chen Mu had a usual hypocritical smile on his face and said, "No one was recognized by the emperor."

"The problem now is that I am not unable to extend a helping hand to Tyrone and Ireland, but at this time I must be the black hand, think about it." Chen Mu drew a big circle on the table in front of him and said, "What will happen to my army when I pass by without a master? Everything I see will be a reward for the loyal and brave soldiers, and then set up an organization to govern the local area. What can you get at that time?"

"Even if Chen wants to say a few fair words to you, you should know that in the court, there are thousands of officials like Chen, and even if there are many people holding power alone." Chen Mu tried his best to say the administrative system of his country in a way that was so simple that the lords of the feudal era understood: "Do you still want to get help from me?"

Earl Tyron Sean's expression was a bit stiff. His Spanish was not very standardized, but he could understand it in Spanish. Chen Mu's Spanish was another irregular. The communication between the two sides was originally based on a mutual guess. Chen Mu's complexity and mostly created words... Even Ricard could not think of words when translating on the side.

But it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand it. After all, the rice and meat pickles are delicious, and there are dipping sauces that you haven’t eaten before.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to use chopsticks, and it’s not difficult to taste the spoon.

Although this is indeed not like a banquet between the nobles, especially the two counts, it is very pleasant to eat bread with sausage without having to drink seafood soup.

As for what General Chen is talking about?

Anyway, I don't understand it very much, so I'll wait for Faricart to translate it.

However, when Faricart, who was drinking tea, found the words with similar meanings in Chen Mu's original words and read them, Sir Sean's expression was no longer so pleasant, and his astonishment was frozen on his face, "I, I didn't expect it to be like this."

Chen Mu showed an helpless expression, looked at Sean with sympathy, spread his hands and said, "Please continue to enjoy it. I also think it is better for the Ming army not to send troops. It is neither necessary to offend the Spanish nor the English. But then again, the king of the Spanish Kingdom is the Spanish, the queen of the English Kingdom is the English, why are the king of the Ireland neither Spanish nor English? What are the Irish doing?"

It's like the devil's bewitchment.

"In southern Ireland, there are many mountain tribes, and the descendants of pirates and Celtics are free." Sean stared at the exquisite porcelain cup filled with soju, without drinking it, but looked up at Chen Mu and said: "We have lived in the land of Ireland since ancient times, but the protracted war has changed these. The church recognizes the Kingdom of Ireland, but England, which is close to them, does not recognize it."

"And now, the dispute between England and the Pope..." Sean said intermittently, suddenly froze on his face. He found that he seemed to have missed a little, raised his eyes and wrinkled a few lines on his forehead, and asked Chen Mu: "General Chen thinks we can establish our own country?"

"Why can't it? As I said, England and Spain, their kings are all their own people, why can't Ireland be their own people?"

As he said that, Chen Mu suddenly clapped his hands suddenly, trying his best to make himself look as if he was surprised and reserved. He pondered for a moment and looked at Sean, then lowered his head and said nothing. After a long time, he finally made up his mind and asked Sean: "Faricart said you are very powerful in Ireland. Can you unite all the lords together?"

"Unity together?" Sean suppressed his curiosity about Chen Mu and shook his head, "Except for the few lords enthroned by Northern England, all the Irish people are a family. However, if they are to fight with England, most of them will not join the battle. If it is a dispute between Spain and England, they may also support England."

Sean curled his lips and said, "They don't like the church either, and His Highness Philip is extremely pious."

"No, isn't they involved in the dispute between Spain and England, but for you, for them, for Ireland, can they unite together?"

"Sorry, General." Sean was even more confused. He had some guesses about what Chen Mu wanted to say. He shook his head carefully and said, "I didn't understand what you were saying."

"The Ming Dynasty is about to enter Europa. You know that the Emperor Ming has a land leased in a port near Madrid that has not yet been accepted. In some days, I will lead the fleet to receive that land and expand the country's trade, diplomacy and other matters in Europe."

Chen Mu paused, looked at Sean, and said, "As we all know, the Ming Dynasty is the country of the emperor, and the world is the world of the emperor."

"I think if Europa had a king enthroned by the emperor, he would definitely be able to use his prestige to help me succeed."

Chen Mu put down his chopsticks, gently wiped his lips, and clutched the napkin and said confidently: "Your Excellency needs a reinforcement army, Ireland needs the Irish king, the Great Ming Emperor's Certificate needs to be appointed a vassal king in Europa. For me, I prefer to give support to a visitor who has traveled thousands of miles to ask for help from the Ming Empire, then..."

"Do you want to be the King of Ireland?"

Even though Sean O'Neal had already guessed, he was still surprised and hesitant, "The general wants me to betray the Pope? I will go to hell after death."

"I'm not saying that the emperor will definitely enthrone you, our own Duke can't enthrone you."

Chen Mu grinned, picked up the tea and took a sip, and said, "But if the emperor wants to enthrone you, when Ireland builds the first City God Temple, your soul will be placed. Moreover, it is after death that you don't go to hell. I prefer that people enjoy wealth while they are alive. How much income can your Earl Territory have in a year, silver, three thousand taels? Five thousand taels?"

The British Isles were not strong at this time, let alone the fiefdom of Ireland. Chen Mu felt that it was already exaggerating to have so many more. He opened his five fingers: "If our emperor was willing to enthrone you, I will send fifty warships as big as the Spanish Great Garen within two years, and three thousand fully armed soldiers will help you pacify the country. In addition to transporting goods and doing business, the court will also send smart and capable officials to help you govern the country."
Chapter completed!