Chapter 745: The Autumn of 1489 AD, the Old Knights Ability
The deserted Moorish village was filled with deathly silence, all the houses had been broken open, and dark red bloodstains could be seen everywhere, indicating the killings that had occurred.
The well in the middle of the village was dark, and the old knight Laurent was sitting on his horse, so he couldn't see clearly for a while. He jumped off the horse vigorously and went to the well mouth to take a look. The smell of rotting corpses wafted from the bottom of the well.
Out, into the nose.
"Damn it! These idiots are killing indiscriminately! Such deep wells in the mountains are blocked with corpses..."
The old knight Lorenzuo frowned, took a moment to look at the pile of stripped, 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 summoned an experienced retinue and gave instructions.
"God bless you! Carlo, follow the abandoned Moorish canal and go upstream to look for it. There should be a mountain spring or stream there. Pay attention and see if there are any corpses near the water source!"
"Okay! Dear Knight Lorenzo, I listen to you!"
Servant Carlo nodded, stretched out his hand to blow a whistle, and jumped on the horse neatly. He still kept his chain mail shirt on, and ran away with a blood-stained sword on his waist.
"Vaffanculo! We have traveled so far and finally took a break, but we can't even replenish our saliva!..."
The young knight Giovanni was still angry and cursed bitterly.
"Which wandering jihadist army is this? He even kills defenseless women. He has no sense of chivalry at all!"
Hearing such backward-era words as "chivalry", the old knight Lorenzo raised his eyebrows and looked at Giovanni in surprise for a while, not knowing what to say. In the Republic of Venice, he rarely heard of aristocrats.
We would put such ridiculous words on our 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 the time and the knight retinue of the "model knight" Maximilian I. These
The origin of "chivalry" is naturally clear.
"Well, Maximilian I, a model knight, was elected emperor of the Holy Roman Empire three years ago. Old Sylvester planned for his son since he was a child and made this investment in advance, and he will definitely not lose money.
!...”
Thinking of this, the old knight Lorenzo looked at Giovanni with even more eager eyes.
Giovanni is a little too naive, a little too pious, and has no experience in the matter, but he can't bear it. He has a high starting point and a well-paved road! His experience as a retinue of the Emperor of the Shinra alone is as many as many civilian knights.
The connections you can’t ask for! Not to mention the identity of his father and the large business he wants to inherit...
The old knight Laurent 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 massacred this village!"
"Huh? Lorenzo, what do you say?"
"Look, the corpses in these wells have all been stripped of their clothes. The only ones who can even have their clothes taken away are the poor Castilian knights, the poor English knights, the poor German knights, the poor
Swiss mercenaries, poor jihadist militia..."
"Uh...you said so many things, how do you know which one it is?"
"Don't worry! Neither the Swiss mercenaries nor the jihadist militia have horses. It's difficult for them to run so far and penetrate deep here to plunder. And the poor Castilian knights are currently in the hands of King Fernando and are besieging them.
The mountain city of Barcelona. At this time, the only people who can really come out and kill people are the English poor and the German poor."
"Well... Lorenzo, you seem to be right."
The young knight Giovanni thought for a while and nodded in approval. Then, he asked curiously.
"Are they the English knights participating in the Holy War, or the German knights?"
"Haha! The Lord is witness!"
The old knight Lorenzuo smiled proudly, stretched out his hand from a nearby house, and broke off an incoming arrow. He spread out the broken arrow in his hand and said confidently.
"Look at these three heavy arrows, as well as fir wood, and a circle of string wrapped around the arrow shafts. This must be the English jihad team! Only their knights will carry large bows for infantry combat.
And if it’s a Germanic knight, it’s usually an armor-breaking cavalry crossbow!”
Speaking of this, the old knight Lorenzo also took the broken arrow to his nose, sniffed it for a while, and concluded.
"This is yew wood from Castile. It was purchased by us Venetians in large quantities at a low price. After a little processing, it was sold to English merchants at a premium as wood for making bows and arrows! It's even possible that the wood for this batch of bows and arrows,
It was shipped out from your Tlan family's seaside warehouse!..."
"Ah! English? Family lumber business!"
Hearing this insightful analysis, the young Giovanni was greatly shocked even though he didn't quite understand it. He looked at the old knight Lorenzo with admiration, hesitated a little, and asked.
"Is this kind of wood-selling business... profitable?..."
"Well, just average! For this southern holy war, the Kingdom of Castile assembled 60,000 troops and fought for so many years... For army supplies, they have long owed a huge debt to the Republic. Now the war is still going on
As it goes on, they have to pay back whatever they have, and they have no power to negotiate at all. The main thing in the wood business is to stabilize the volume, but we can eat both ends... so we can make two or three times the profit!"
"Ah? Only two or three times the profit?..."
"Ha! Two or three times is already a lot. Only us Venetians, who control the fleet, supply of goods and markets, can earn such wealth. In the world of God, the only one who can really threaten us is Genova
The business group of the Republic (genoa), as well as the rising Portuguese merchants..."
"oh!..."
Hearing this, the young knight Giovanni blinked and was slightly disappointed. Obviously, he did not understand what stable sales meant for the large business group.
In his current limited knowledge, the most sought-after goods in the Republic's market are the ivory, spices and gems brought back by the Portuguese after their voyage from the southern continent. These precious goods can be worth dozens of dollars once they change hands.
times, or even hundreds of times the profit! And as these goods spread, there are also exciting adventure stories about the mysterious southern continent! For a young knight, this dual temptation of adventure and wealth is simply fatal.
of.
"Witness the Lord! When I inherit the family's fleet... I will definitely take a boat to sea, personally go to the mysterious and wild continent, spread the glory of the Lord, and bring back priceless treasures!"
The young knight Giovanni swore secretly, with an unprecedented look in his eyes. After more than a year of fighting, he was sincerely disappointed with the noble holy war, and his desire to go to sea for adventure gradually disappeared.
came to my mind.
"God bless you! If the Portuguese can do it, we Venetians can do it too!"
Seeing the longing in Giovanni's eyes, the left corner of the old knight Lauren's mouth curled up, apparently guessing what the other person was thinking. "Lord! You have so many fantasies, but you are still too young!"
The old knight Loren Zuo smiled and shook his head. From the backpack on his horse, he took out a sharp stabbing blade and several armor-piercing sharp awls. Then, he took these torture tools and walked towards the morning with a smile on his face.
He was tied up by the riders and captured by the tough-looking Moorish nobles.
