Chapter 396 Xin Chazan

Xin Chazan, the actual pronunciation of this goatee's name should be more complicated than this, with a tongue-twisting accent unique to the desert. It is estimated that only the confusing accent of the Romans on the frozen soil can compete with this somewhat strange and mysterious pronunciation.

Antiquity does not simply represent barbarism, it can also be mysterious, especially in this world where extraordinary power exists.

Lin En looked at this skinny and energetic old man.

Well, it may not be polite to describe him as an old man. From those gentle and wise eyes, the young gentleman seemed to see the charm of the elder's experience flowing. His smile is easy to make people feel good, and the amiable elder probably describes such a person.

The young gentleman's feverish brain cooled down a little.

I hope this person will not say something that makes him feel headache like those people who flocked in, so that I can send him away.

In addition, can this wise foreign old gentleman speak the common language?

"Dear Mr. Lynn Moriarty, my name is Xin Chazan, from the Black Scorpion Tribe of Mesolon. I studied in Livia for a period of time. I am a person who has been baptized by civilization, not those who are stubborn and unwilling to change." Xin Chazan dispelled Lynn's doubts with fluent common language.

"Mr. Xin Chazan, seeing you makes me smell the smell of wind and sand." Lynn twitched his nose twice, showing the unique sense of humor of the Albion people.

This Xin Chazan looks a bit like a comprador.

In addition, Lynn has some subtle sarcasm about Xin Chazan, who has been completely Albionized, has a strong Stim accent in his speech, and claims to be a member of civilization. The so-called civilization is the cultural radiation of the strong to the weak. One hand is a deterrent stick, and the other hand is cultural output. This is called civilization.

The exchange of civilization can be trade, it can be swords and guns and fire, and of course it can also rely on women's bellies like Benzi.

The civilization of Mesolon is probably tamed by the power of the continent.

It's almost the same as the lighthouse taming the Indians, except that the areas where they live are mainly sandy areas, which are far less lush than the far south continent. After the powers agreed, they would keep them to sell raw materials. After all, they couldn't send their noble soldiers to eat sand like those desert bandits.

"Mr. Xin Chazan is very generous and kind. When I was embarrassed by the servants at the gate, it was he who rescued me."

Carrying his painting tools, Woden was very grateful. He seemed to have sublimated after completing Lin's portrait. He no longer focused on material things like in the past, but knew how to be grateful. Lin glanced at his suitcase. In the lid that was not closed, he could see his empty paint box.

Lin found it interesting to hear this.

A down-and-out artist was helped by a stranger. Those writers would definitely make a fuss about it. To be honest, these two people can't get together. It can only be said that fate has always been magical.

"Master Woden's accomplishments need to be improved. It is far from enough to truly retain Mr. Lin's beauty, but this respect is worthy of praise. There are too many dirty desires in this world, but lack of true gratitude and faith."

Xin Chazan took over the conversation, and then he sighed slightly.

"When the steam engine began to roar, people's morality and conscience began to sink, and the wind and sand in my hometown were replaced by oil. Today, I saw the pure story between Mr. Lin and Master Woden, and I couldn't help but have an impulse to cry."

"My skills are not good enough." Woden's face was a little ashamed, but it was soon replaced by fanatical enthusiasm.

"The moon and sixpence are both extremes, Mr. Woden, I don't want you to forget to look up at the moon because you picked up sixpence, nor do I want you to starve to death simply by looking at the moon."

After all, it was his goal to do good deeds every day. Seeing that he used all the paint on the portraits of himself and Amiste, Lin decided to eat more, otherwise this guy might do something irrational because of his hot head. The rough story of the moon and sixpence has been spread in the salon, so Lynn doesn't have to worry about his exhortation, and Woden will not understand the funny situation.

"Going to either end will be completely rigid. Only in constant movement can you keep yourself fresh." Xin Chazan echoed at the right time. His voice was like flowing water, and he could send the earnest teachings into his ears in a soothing manner.

When Woden heard Lynn's exhortation, it was like a believer hearing the holy words of a priest. After thanking the two nobles again, he left first.

Xin Chazan was serious at this time and brought the topic to the point.

"Mr. Lynn, I hope to gain your friendship."

"Today, many people have gained my friendship, and you are no exception." Lynn replied at the speed of light, thinking about the next sentence and sending Xin Chazan away.

"According to my observation, you seem to be a new force in Albion's political arena, just like Mr. Leonardo."

The words of this wise elder immediately made Lynn realize that he had overlooked something.

Whether it is a powerful country or a small country, when there is a change of power within it, it will always attract attention. Powerful countries will choose the object that suits their heart, while small countries must determine who they follow. In this political salon, Lin En was intimately summoned by Raphael and others, talked with Leonardo, and contacted so many people. He was determined to be the spokesperson of Amiste. After these activities, Lin En was definitely not as ambivalent in the political situation as before.

Instead, he won a position for himself.

With such potential, he, the envoy of Mesolon, would naturally come to gain friendship.

"So what?"

Lin En unconsciously imitated the tone of the superior Countess.

"If you can get help from friends outside Albion, it must be a great help for you. The people of Mesolon have always been hospitable and like to make friends." Xin Chazan's attitude was a little humble, as if he was rushing to give money to Lin En. This is how helpless the envoy of a small country is when facing a powerful upstart.

"What do I have to pay?" Lin En thought this person was interesting, maybe not the simple comprador he imagined.

"A promise."

Xin Chazan didn't say anything nonsense, and the refreshing feeling from the Wind and Sand Nation was shown.

"When Mesolon encounters a crisis, you need to exert your influence, promote Albion's decision, and provide practical support internationally." Xin Chazan's attitude was very low, and he didn't have the local tyrant style of selling resource countries at all.

"... You also asked Leonardo for this promise, right?" Lin En lowered his head and thought for a moment.

"Of course, the more friends, the better."

"Did he promise you?"

"Mr. Leonardo is willing to pay this promise."

"Sorry, I can't give you this promise." Lin En rejected this easy benefit somewhat unexpectedly from Xin Chazan. "The relationship between countries is complicated and ruthless. I don't know how you see it, but I think so, so I don't want to be a person who breaks his promise, even if there is only that possibility."