Facing the sudden appearance of Bosun Haroldo, Sushu was startled. He nervously held the wooden cross he was wearing, first prayed to the Lord in Portuguese, and during the delayed breaths, he immediately thought
Well said.
"Dear Boatswain, just now Silvera Capitan used the magical weapon of thunder! This is really scary and powerful! Not only the chiefs of the tribe are afraid of it, but even the tribal militia is in awe!
So, he asked me, what kind of god is this that gives such powerful magic power that it can control thunder?..."
"I told him that this is the miraculous power given by the benevolent and powerful Cross God! And this wooden cross is the talisman of the Cross God... Then, he was very eager and kept pulling me to ask for this talisman.
!…But this was given to me by the cross shaman in the city, and I couldn’t bear to give it to him…”
"Huh?...Afraid of our artillery, you want the Cross of the Lord? Did the priest give you this cross? Let me see...Haha! This is the most common wooden cross in the city, one for each copper coin!...
"
Hearing Sushu's answer, Boatswain Haroldo glanced at the cross and burst into laughter. He looked at Sushu's timid expression, and then at the bewildered and even nervous look on the native militiaman's face.
He held the stone spear in his hand, looking completely stupid!
These natives are so stupid that they worship artillery as gods. And even a tattered wooden cross can be regarded as a rare treasure!
"Haha! Sushu, give him this wooden cross! When I get back to Lisbon, I will buy another one for you. You can buy ten of them! ... By the way! Please help me ask, among the tribesmen of this native
, how much gold is left? Damn it, Silveira took the 200 gold ducats and didn’t even want to give us a single drop of gold!…”
At this moment, the prejudice and sense of superiority from the "civilized" world made Haroldo quite proud. He seemed to have put down some of the guard he had just had, and moved his hand away from the scimitar.
Come to think of it, what can a meek and timid native believer and another mediocre native militia say? With the ignorance of these natives, except for the bravery of some barbarians, on a civilized level,
Totally worth mentioning!…
However, following Haroldo's movements, behind him where he could not see, two warriors wearing leather armor also lowered their half-raised bows and just watched silently.
"But, God bless you! Chichi, I just thought of a ballast treasure! ... That is also a guy worth 20 gold ducats. It should be sold for at least 200 gold, which is the same price as the 2-pound cannon, and
All the proceeds belong to our flagship! There is only one thing about that thing, which was given by King Joao... But we must first make sure that the natives can come up with gold before I can mention this matter to the captain!... You ask quickly
Ask this native militia if they have any gold?!"
"Ah? The treasure in the ballast?...Deus aben?oe! God bless you! This...this cross amulet is given to you!..."
Under the watchful eye of Haroldo, the clever Sushu reluctantly took off the cross amulet from his neck, and then put it on the neck of an ordinary militiaman.
The moment the devil's cross was hung on his neck, the ordinary militiaman's mouth twitched, but his face turned into a look of surprise and awe. He held the wooden cross in his hand, learned the pronunciation of "siya" and repeated it
One sentence.
"Disha...Bisun?..."
“Deus aben?oe!… God bless you!…”
Shushu blinked his eyes and prayed again skillfully. Without this prayer to save his life, he would have been eaten by the white-skinned tribesmen. Then, he looked at Haroldo who was expecting him, and said
Once switched to Taíno.
"This... is... the head man in charge of the sailors on the ship. He is very cunning and meticulous! He just said that there is a ballast treasure on the ship. It seems to be given by some big boss... It has the same price as the two-pound cannon... He wants to find out
Wait, is there any gold in the tribe?…”
"Huh? A ballast treasure worth one and a half gold amulets? What is it?..."
"I don't know. But I heard that there is only one... I guess it's either a weapon or armor..."
"Well...there is indeed gold in the tribe...but you shouldn't get the answer from me. I'm just an 'ordinary militia' and it's impossible to know how much gold the tribe has...This is probably a test! Even if it's not a test,
When he comes back and thinks about it, he will definitely become suspicious and torture you! And you may not be able to endure the torture... So, you should answer I don't know, and then go to the leader wearing the feather crown and ask again!..."
"ah!…"
The smart Sushu was startled, but loss and confusion already appeared on his face. He sighed and reluctantly stretched out his hand to the militiaman's cross. Then, he turned to look at Haroldo who was waiting, shook his head and said
.
"Bosun, this militiaman doesn't know anything, let's ask the leader! The leader must know!..."
"Huh? Indeed! How could an ordinary militiaman know how much gold is the most precious thing in the tribe?... Hey! I'm really dizzy... Let's go! Let's go! Suchi, follow me to find the leader!..."
The sun gradually set in the west, and today's transaction between the two parties came to an end again. Silvera carried a bag of gold sand, wandered around the flagship for a while, and then returned to the auxiliary ship. After the other party left, Boatswain Harrow
Ducai quietly pulled Bruno and whispered a few words.
"What?! Haroldo, you want me to sell the expensive full set of plate armor that His Majesty Joao gave to the 'Turk Kingdom' as a gift to the big chief of the natives here?!..."
"Boss! Keep your voice down! ... I have already asked the leader of the natives! He said that if the armor is really extremely hard, then the chief above them will definitely be willing to spend the last gold in his inventory.
Come and trade with us! And it’s the same price as that 2-pound cannon, which is a full 200 gold ducats!…”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Boatswain Haroldo was excited and held Bruno tight. The wealth of gold is so tempting that it can make people sell their souls. And the Portuguese have always upheld
Their attitude is that anything can be sold. They are far more flexible than the Castilians who are eager to conquer and are extremely vicious!
In fact, one of the gifts given by the Portuguese fleet to the King of Songhai was a complete set of plate armor. In their current trade with Prince Nzinga of the Congo, they also sold a lot of European heavy armor. Even more than 70 years later, the Republic of China
The Nanban trousers that Oda Nobunaga loved to wear were gifts from Portuguese missionaries.
The set of plate armor used as ballast for the fleet was a gift from the king specially approved by the Sintra Palace before going to sea. It was to be given to the "Connecting Eastern Sea Route" together with the letter of credence written by King Joao.
"King of the Native Kingdom"!
"Boss! This is at least 200 gold ducats! If the captain takes 30%, he will get 60 gold!... And when we return to the kingdom, even if we don't report the loss to the royal family... we will pay for it ourselves and customize a set of the same one from the armor workshop.
Just plug up this hole! It only costs more than 20 gold ducats, and the price difference... This is ten times the profit, ten times!..."
"O Lord! Ten times the profit! At least 60 gold shares!..."
After a moment of hesitation, the temptation from gold finally overcame Bruno's bottom line, making his eyes red. As Haroldo said, even if he doesn't report "drifting", he can still wait until he returns to Lisbon, everyone.
We all spent money to make up for it. And the nine times the net profit in the middle are all real profits on the ship!…
Thinking of this, Bruno finally gritted his teeth and said harshly.
"Sell! As long as the chief of the natives can come up with gold, this set of plate armor will be sold to him!... Even the 8-pounder cannon on the ship... As long as there is enough gold, it is not impossible to negotiate!..."
"Ahem!... Dear Captain Bruno, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on the conversation between you and the boatswain, but your voice is really a little too excited... And a qualified noble captain should always remain calm and not be distracted by personal desires.
, affecting your own judgment! Especially when you face the temptation of gold..."
When the two heard the news, they saw Martin, the aristocratic scholar, leaning on the side of the nearby ship. He had been standing for an unknown length of time. He was wearing the only noble attire and a purple long-feathered slanted hat, and he bowed elegantly.
Then, he looked into Bruno's eyes and advised sincerely.
"Captain Bruno... There is a lot of armor circulation in Lisbon, and there are many armor workshops. It is really not a big deal to quietly buy a set of plate armor to make up for the losses on the ship... But the nature of reselling 8-pound guns is completely different.
! This is a large long-barreled artillery that is strictly controlled by the kingdom. It has no circulation in the market at all, and only the artillery workshop in the capital can manufacture it! Therefore, it is difficult to replace this cannon, and in the end it can only be reported as 'drifting'.
.If such a new type of artillery is sold to the natives at will, and it ends up being reported as 'floating'..."
"Blessed Mother! Please think carefully about your future in the Navy and don't leave such a fatal clue that can be easily manipulated!"
The aristocratic scholar Martin smiled slightly, his manners impeccable. As the only citizen of God on the whole ship who was not short of money and was not seduced by gold, he felt it was his duty to wake up this very polite captain. Of course.
, the other party’s choices and future are not important to him. What he is most concerned about and worried about is actually the hidden native threat, the threat to his own life!
After all, he is a noble from the European continent. He was captured on the battlefield in Europe, and he can still enjoy the good treatment of the nobles. His life is safe, waiting to be redeemed by his family. But if he is attacked by the natives, what he is most proud of is
Identity has no effect at all!…
"The Lord is witness! In addition, Captain Bruno, I feel that I must stand up and remind you seriously! You have brought your fleet to anchor around this large native tribe for four days. Four days! Tomorrow,
It’s the fifth day…”
"And where we are now, there is only a strait that doesn't seem too far away from the 'dangerous, hostile, and barbaric invasion' native kingdom to the west. It's probably only a few days' voyage away..."
"Although I don't understand military affairs, this kind of long-term anchorage is like a swan attracted by baited fish and shrimp during autumn hunting. It falls from the sky that is difficult to shoot into the open grass... At this time, no matter whether it is the noble
Bows and arrows, poachers' crossbows, or manor owners' muskets, all greatly increase the possibility of hitting them!"
"So, for the safety of the fleet and the safety of the two noble captains...perhaps we should choose to leave...and my proposal is to set sail early tomorrow morning!..."
