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The raid on Coconut Leaf Island last night was extremely private, and it was impossible for Li Yuanqing's female relatives to get any news.

In addition, it was still raining heavily at this time. When Li Yuanqing returned to the boat, it was not yet 5:20 and they were all still sleeping.

He asked Huo Bing to make a large pot of hot mutton soup, and drank the meat and soup to ward off the cold. Li Yuanqing took another warm bath to wash away the smell of blood on his body, and then came to Zhang Baozhu's room to hand over the public food.

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Colorful flags must be planted, but red flags cannot be toppled.

Li Yuanqing is already familiar with this aspect.

Zhang Baozhu was sleeping soundly with Shiro in her arms, but after being teased for a while by Li Yuanqing, whom he was most familiar with, the two soon fell into a rhythm...

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Governor's Palace in Manila.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Varun da Gama got up from the soft big bed on time.

This is a habit he developed many years ago.

As the saying goes, 'The early bird catches the worm.'

As the son of one of the poorest shoemakers, it is definitely not just luck that Varun da Gama has come to where he is today.

After washing up, putting on a white shirt, tying up black trousers, and neatly tidying up his black tie, Varun da Gama went to the restaurant on the first floor to have breakfast as usual.

Several hard-working Filipino maids have already packed the breakfast.

A glass of hot milk, two fried eggs, two medium-rare steaks, a sandwich filled with fresh chicken, and a glass of brandy with raw egg white.

In this era, unlike later generations, because of the development of material conditions and the abundance of all kinds of food, oil and water, people generally eat less.

At this time, people eat a lot. In contrast, because industrial technology is underdeveloped, many things have to be done by themselves, which consumes a lot of energy.

Seeing that Varun da Gama had already sat down on the dining chair, a pretty Filipino maid hurriedly came over and carefully put a napkin around Varun da Gama.

Varun da Gama smiled slightly and squeezed the pretty little Filipino maid's buttocks a few times, eliciting a few low moans from her.

Varun da Gama felt even more proud, and laughed in a low voice: "Go and have a rest. After eating, go to the bathroom on the first floor and wait for me."

"Eh? Yes."

How come this pretty little Filipino maid still doesn’t understand what Valencia da Gama means? Her pretty face blushed slightly and she stepped aside respectfully.

But I was surprised in my heart. The master has not made such a request for a long time. What happened today?

The breakfast was very rich, and Varun da Gama had a great appetite and ate with gusto.

As a man.

A mature man.

A man who has gone through hardships and gone from the lowest level all the way to where he is now.

Varun da Gama has a philosophy of life that he summed up from cruel practice!

That is 'If it is neither warm nor fire, it will be cut off when it is cut off!'

It was precisely because of his motto that he defeated many of his opponents and sat peacefully as the Governor of Manila for several years.

Li Bai, the great Chinese poet, has a famous saying: "If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!"

Varun da Gama liked this sentence very much and took it seriously.

In fact, in Manila, apart from the local Filipino maids, the largest population base comes from that mysterious and huge ancient country in the East.

Having been in Manila for twenty years, Valencia da Gama has already become a ‘China expert’!

It's just that although he appreciates Chinese culture, the ferocious blood of the Spanish still flows in his bones. He has never been the least bit soft-hearted towards the Han people he ruled!

Just like when his ancestors first landed on the American continent, they slaughtered the indigenous people who brought them food and water.

Varun da Gama loved his wife very much, but he was a man who was very good at hiding his feelings.

In order to give his precious daughter and son a better future, he could only be cruel and endure the separation between the two places, so that his daughter and son could return to Spain and Madrid and receive the highest level of education.

Education, reaching the highest circle of people.

And now, he did it!

His daughter will soon become the fiancée of the Prince of Castile!

And as long as this is accomplished, he will no longer have to stay in this humid and hot humble land, but will return to Spain, his hometown, and enjoy a true aristocratic life!

In fact, this land has given him everything it can give him-----rights, wealth, women, except the noble lord.

But he has no nostalgia for this land!

In his eyes, this land has always been a world outside the mainstream world.

It's a pity that today is only the first day. According to Megane's cleverness, she must have already whetted Castilla's appetite.

Although he was anxious, he could only endure it. He had to wait for news from Megane before he could change his identity and have more initiative to visit the Prince of Castile.

Fortunately, this time should not take too long.

After a comfortable breakfast, Varun da Gama strode to his private bathroom on the first floor.

The pretty little Filipino maid suddenly thought, blushing with shame, and hurriedly followed behind Varun da Gama...

Ten minutes later, Varun da Gama let out a deep roar, and the whole world began to quiet down.

Seeing the pretty little Filipino maid swallowing the food in a sensible manner, a faint smile appeared on Valencia da Gama's face, and he touched her head affectionately, and pulled her from his pants.

He took out a few gold coins from his pocket and stuffed them directly into the pretty and plump breasts. "Take it and buy some good things for your family to eat. Do it well and I won't treat you badly."

"Yes. Thank you, master. Thank you, master." The pretty little Filipino maid couldn't help but be overjoyed and hurriedly and respectfully helped him tidy up.

Varun da Gama smiled, straightened his clothes, strode out of the door, and walked to his office not far next door.

A group of guarding soldiers greeted him one after another, and he smiled and nodded to the white soldiers one by one.

It's not yet 8 o'clock, but the office has already gathered a lot of letters that were just delivered today.

This is also a characteristic of port cities.

Because of the prosperity of commerce, there is almost no quiet time here, and things are quite complicated.

But Varun da Gama never felt tired, but enjoyed the pleasure brought by this right.

He asked the Filipino maid here to make him a cup of coffee. He picked up a document and read it carefully.

However, after watching for a while, he found that he couldn't concentrate. The thin but plump body of the pretty little Filipino maid always appeared in his mind, especially her perky buttocks and tight breasts.

Extremely flexible, this is something that most white women cannot have.

In fact, Varun da Gama also has his own way of thinking when it comes to treating women.

Overseas colonies in various countries, such as Manila, Jakarta, Malacca, including Havana, Veracruz, Haiti, etc. in the New World.

Almost every governor has ten or dozens of white mistresses?

If Varun da Gama wanted to, based on his influence in Manila, he would never be worse than those people.

But~~~, he would never do this.

Because, coming from a poor background, he understands very well that everything in front of him is hard-won!

How much blood and sweat did he pay, and even at the cost of his life, to get all this? How could he allow himself to commit such a derogatory situation and lose his wealth and bright future?

However, even Varun da Gama was not a saint. He also had emotions and desires, and he also had needs.

However, he hides deeper and his methods are more secretive and cruel.

The 'partners' he chooses are all the best among the local indigenous people. Generally, starting from the age of ten, he will recruit them into the Governor's Mansion and start to train them carefully.

Of course, on this road, Varun da Gama also made many mistakes, or mistakes, and several beautiful Filipino maids became pregnant.

But~~, how could he, the noble man, tolerate the birth of these despicable scoundrels?

The previous four beautiful Filipino maids were all killed by him with his own hands, and then their bodies were burned to ashes and used to irrigate the small garden in front of his office.

Only today's pretty little Filipino maid, he likes very much, even dotes on her, because she is the same age as her daughter, and was even born in the same year, month and day.

Varun da Gama didn't know what he was feeling in his heart at this time.

But~~, he really wanted to protect this pretty little Filipino maid, and couldn't bear to see her repeat the same path as her predecessors, so he also spent more time training this little Filipino maid.

Looking at it now, the effect is quite good.

He lit a cigar, took a deep breath, and allowed the spicy taste of tobacco to circulate in his chest and abdomen for several times before Valencia da Gama slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

But for a moment, he suddenly shook his head and laughed.

He suddenly wanted to understand why he couldn't concentrate today.

What he did to this pretty little Filipino maid today, maybe, in the next few days, his precious daughter will also have to serve that humble Prince of Castile like this.
To be continued...