The Spanish created many firsts in St. Augustine.

The first colony of Europeans in North America, the first colony, the first town, the first prison, the first liberating black human rights, and the first walls and protection for people of color...

The St. Markus Coast Defense Fortress in front of Lorraine is also the first.

It is the first brick and stone castle built on the North American continent.

The history of St. Augustineburg was bloody and heavy. Especially in 1586, after Francis, the ancestor of Lorraine, captured and burned the entire town, the Indians learned experience and began to use fire attacks more and more to destroy city defense facilities.

In order to gain a foothold in St. Augustine, the Spaniards were forced to rebuild the town with non-flammable materials, and in 1672, the current San Marcos Coast Defense Fortress was built.

Since its inception, this castle has embraced the heavy expectations of the Spanish.

They wanted it to be fire-proof, so they dug up the moat for it, and used a large amount of concrete bricks made of shells, lime and sand to build the main structure, and further reinforced them with stronger bluestone in key areas.

They wanted it to resist pirates, so the castle was built on the Atlantic Ocean, near the suburbs of the town, and four large-scale forts were set up on the fort, with a total of 24 large-caliber coastal artillery installed.

They wanted it to fight against the Indians, so the traditional square wall added a huge diamond-shaped horse face at the corner. No matter where the Indians attacked, the defenders could gain the advantage of double-teaming on the city wall.

The Castle of San Marcos also did not disappoint the builders' hope for it.

From 1672 to 1763, although the town of St. Augustine was destroyed several times, the castle never fell. The Spanish musketeers fought against powerful enemies 15 times here and won 15 battles, preserving a lot of vitality for St. Augustine. It is the most trustworthy Noah's Ark in the minds of all the townsmen.

The carriage stopped in front of the castle's hanging door, Lorraine jumped out of the car, turned around, and helped Carmen off the car.

Today, Carmen chose a warm green and narrow shoulder skirt. The simple design of the clothes is not fancy, and there is no obvious makeup on his pretty face. Even his hair is simply wrapped up. There are only scattered elegant embroidery patterns on the fabric, which further highlights the owner's pure temperament.

This is really not Carmen.

Although Carmen mostly restrains his makeup and does not make his aura excessive when cooperating with Lorraine's scenes, the restraint often restrains his wisdom and highlights his beauty. And his simple and tender appearance seems to be the first time in Lorraine's impression.

Lorraine guessed that Carmen's intentions were not able to guess. She was about to meet with the main owner, and he finally couldn't help asking: "Carmen, is that Governor Tulasse the daughter's control?"

"Daughter control?" Carmen understood for a while before he understood what Lorraine meant. He rolled his eyes with a curious look, "No, he is a fishing enthusiast and an amateur silk collector."

"Silk..." Lorraine felt something and looked at Carmen's long skirt again.

Carp playing with lotus, egrets looking at the sky...

This long skirt that looks simple is not simple at all. If Lorraine guessed correctly, it should have been cut from a whole embroidered Shu brocade. In order to preserve the integrity of the embroidery pattern and the elegance of the elegance, other embellishments were given up.

The little fox smiled like a Carmen: "Did you see it?"

Lorraine nodded depressedly: "I'm just curious, should I have clothes first or embroidery first?"

"It's customized." Carmen stuck out his tongue, "The 20 embroiderers in the Qing Dynasty embroidered for three years, and my tailor lived in Guangzhou for three years."

"Wow……"

With a perfunctory sigh, Lorraine supported her elbow and asked Carmen to pull her up. The two of them moved forward together. The referee of the meeting, Mayor Dipuyani, the mayor of St. Augustineburg, was waiting outside the entrance of the castle.

"Welcome to the undead castle," he said to them, "The Governor is waiting for them on the dock."

"Please give us the mayor." Carmen bowed.

"Honored."

The pier refers to the attached pier of the San Marcos Coast Fortress, and its main function is to transport supplies and personnel to the inside of the castle when the land passage is blocked.

Therefore, the dock is very small, with only two plank roads in total, with a total of four medium-sized cargo berths, and it is not connected to the land at all, and can only pass through the inside of the castle.

A group of three entered the castle, passed through the deep door hole with a thickness of more than 15 meters, and then passed through the wide and flat patio atrium.

Lorraine saw a patrol army with red robes and blue clothes on the city walls, dressed in an orderly manner. This seemed to be the first time on Spanish land.

Lorraine couldn't help but sigh: "Saint Augustine is the most dangerous Spanish town I have ever seen."

Mayor Dipuyani replied with a smile: "We have never forgotten history. Every inhabitant here knows that the next war will come at any time."

He pointed to the atrium at his feet: "Every March, the whole town will have a day off, and we organize refuge drills here, women, children and elderly people set up tents in the atrium, and men come to the city to patrol. For us, it was a festival as grand as Christmas."

"Please allow me to pay tribute to the residents of St. Augustine." Lorraine bowed slightly.

The three continued to move forward, through the atrium again through the door opening and headed straight to the dock.

From a distance, Lorraine saw a strong middle-aged man holding a fishing rod and concentrating on the seawall.

He lifted the fishing rod with an irregular rhythm, lifted it, stopped for a while, and the line hammer at the bottom of the rod slowly tightened, complementing the rhythm of the lift.

Mayor Dipuyani wanted to come forward to report, but Lorraine grabbed him and stretched out her index finger and made a gesture of waiting for a moment.

The three of them waited down by the seawall.

After a while, the float on the fishing line suddenly sank, and the loose fishing line collapsed straight.

The middle-aged man became more and more focused, and he pulled the fishing rod tightly, and tightened the fishing line one by one.

Hurry!

The fish that was hooked jumped out of the water, leaving a bright silver light in people's vision, and soon jumped back into the water.

Lorraine saw the fish clearly, with silver all over the body and dorsal fin marks.

This fish is at least 60 cm long, with strong and powerful jumping movements, and its hook-shaped jaw stuns eye-catching.

If Lorraine didn't admit her mistake, it was a medium-sized, energetic Atlantic Coho salmon.

The battle between the fisherman and the fish lasted for about 15 minutes. The fish was exhausted and was dragged ashore.

The fisherman held the catch and laughed at Lorraine with a smug smile: "President Drake, from the perspective of young people, you are more patient than most people. I think I already know your secret to success."

"Being good at waiting is indeed one of my secrets to success, but it is by no means the only one."

Lorraine looked at the strange ornaments around the fisherman, suddenly pressed the machine spring and popped up the umbrella sword with a clang.

"This is the first time in my life I have cooked delicious food for my hosts while I was a guest. Sir Tusella, please be sure to give me this opportunity."
Chapter completed!