Aztec Eternals

The deserted village of the Moors was dead silent, all the houses had been broken open, and dark red bloodstains could be seen everywhere, indicating that there had been killings in the past.

The well in the middle of the village was dark, and the old knight Lorenzo was riding on his horse, so he couldn't see clearly for a while. He jumped off the horse nimbly and went to the mouth of the well to have a look. A smell of rotting corpses wafted from the bottom of the well and entered the nostrils.

"Damn it! These idiots who killed indiscriminately! This deep mountain well is full of corpses."

The old knight Lorenzo frowned, looked at the pile of swollen and rotten corpses in the deep well, and sighed helplessly.

"This water is full of corpse poison, don't touch it!"

Speaking of this, the old knight thought for a while, then recruited another experienced follower, and ordered.

"God bless you! Carlo, follow the Moorish ditches and look upstream. There should be a mountain spring or stream there. Be careful and see if there are any corpses by the water source!"

"Okay! Dear Cavalier Lorenzo, listen to you!"

The subordinate Carlo nodded, stretched out his hand and blew a whistle, and jumped on the horse neatly. The chain mail shirt on his body has not been removed, and the blood-stained long sword is slung around his waist, and he just ran away like this.

"Vaffanculo! After running so far, we finally took a rest, but we can't even replenish our saliva!"

The young knight Giovanni was still angry, and cursed angrily.

"Which wandering crusader is it? Even killing unarmed women, there is no knight spirit at all!"

Hearing the outdated vocabulary of "chivalry", the old knight Lorenzo raised his brows, looked at Giovanni in surprise for a while, and didn't know what to say for a while. In the Republic of Venice, he rarely heard nobles put such ridiculous words on their lips.

However, the old knight quickly remembered that when Giovanni was young, he received traditional knight education in the Netherlands, and also served as the regent of the Netherlands at that time, the knight retinue of Maximilian I, the "model knight". The origin of these "chivalry" is naturally clear at a glance.

"Well, the model knight, Maximilian I, was elected as the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire three years ago. Old Sylvester planned for his son from a young age, and made this investment in advance, so he will definitely not lose money !"

Thinking of this, the old knight Lorenzo looked at Giovanni with more enthusiasm.

Giovanni is a little simple, a little too pious, and has no experience in the matter, but he can't stand the high starting point, the road is well paved! Just the experience of Emperor Shenluo's retinue alone, that is how many commoner knights, the door relationship that can't be asked for! Not to mention the identity of the family's father and grandfather, and the family business to be inherited

The old knight Lorenzo stroked his goatee, thought carefully for a while, and then made up his mind to show off his abilities. He pointed to the mouth of the well with a smile and said confidently.

"Actually! Giovanni, it's not difficult to know which team slaughtered this village!"

"Huh? Lorenzo, what do you say?"

"Look, the corpses in these wells are all stripped of their clothes. The poor can even take their clothes, only the poor Castilian knights, the poor English knights, the poor German knights, the poor Swiss mercenaries, poor ghost jihadists"

"Uh, you've said so much, how do you know which one it is?"

"Don't worry! Neither the Swiss mercenaries nor the jihadist militia have horses. It is difficult for them to run so far and go deep into this place to plunder. And the poor Castilian knights are currently being captured by King Fernando and besieged. The mountain city of Basa. At this time, the only ones who can really run out and kill are the poor ghosts of England and Germany."

"Well, Lorenzo, you seem to have a point."

The young knight Giovanni thought for a while, then nodded in approval. Then, he asked curiously.

"Is that an English knight who participated in the holy war, or a German knight?"

"Haha! The Lord is witness!"

The old knight Lorenzo smiled triumphantly, stretched out his hand from a nearby house, and broke a shot arrow. He spread the Broken Arrow in his hand and said confidently.

"Look at the three heavy arrows, the cedar wood, and the thin rope wrapped around the arrow shaft. This must be the holy war team of the English! Only their knights will carry big bows for foot combat. And if it’s a Germanic knight, it’s usually an armor-piercing crossbow!”

Speaking of this, the old knight Lorenzo took the broken arrow to his nose, sniffed it for a while, and asserted.

"This is Castilian yew wood, which was bought by us Venetians at a low price. After a little processing, it was sold to English merchants at a premium as wood for making bows and arrows! Maybe even this batch of bow and arrow wood, It was shipped from your Tran family's seaside warehouse!"

"Ah! English? The family lumber business!"

Hearing this insightful analysis, although the young Giovanni didn't understand much, he was greatly shocked. He looked at the old knight Lorenzo with admiration, hesitated a little, and asked.

"This kind of wood business, does it... make money?"

"Well, it's average! For this southern jihad, the Kingdom of Castile has assembled 60,000 troops and fought for so many years. For the supply of the army, they have long owed the Republic a huge debt. Now the war is still going on , They have to pay back what they have, and they have no bargaining power at all. In the wood business, the main thing is to keep the volume, but we can eat at both ends. It will only be two or three times the profit!"

"Huh? Only two or three times the profit?."

"Ha! Two or three times is already a lot. Only we Venetians, who have mastered the fleet, supply and market, can earn such wealth. In the world of God, only Genova can really threaten us. The Merchant Corps of the Republic (Genoa), and the rising Portuguese merchants."

"oh!."

Hearing this, the young knight Giovanni blinked, slightly disappointed. Obviously, he couldn't understand what it means for a large business group to move steadily.

According to his current limited knowledge, the most sought-after goods in the Republic market are the ivory, spices and gems brought back by the Portuguese after their voyage from the southern continent. As long as these precious goods change hands, the profit will be dozens, or even hundreds of times! And with the spread of these goods, there is also the mysterious southern continent, exciting adventure stories! For a young knight, this double temptation of adventure and wealth is simply fatal.

"The Lord is a witness! When I inherit the family's fleet, I must take a boat to the sea, go to the mysterious and wild continent, spread the glory of the Lord, and bring back priceless treasures!"

The young knight Giovanni swore secretly, his eyes showed a look that had never been seen before. After more than a year of fighting, he was already a little disappointed in the noble jihad from the bottom of his heart, and the desire to go out to sea for adventure gradually came to his mind.

"God bless you! What the Portuguese can do, we Venetians can naturally do it too!"

Looking at the longing in Giovanni's eyes, the old knight Lorenzo raised his mouth, obviously guessing what the other party was thinking. "O Lord! You have so many fantasies, you are still too young!"

The old knight Lorenzo shook his head with a smile, and took out a sharp thorn blade and a few armor-piercing cones from the horse's rucksack. Then, holding these instruments of torture, with a smile on his lips, he walked towards the tough-faced Moorish noble captives who had been tied up by the riders a long time ago.

Note: The old name of the Republic of Genoa (Genoa) is used here because the other name is a sensitive word.