Chapter 750: The Autumn of 1489 AD, the Unstoppable Holy War, the Promised Land of Canaan
The sky in the mountains is as blue as a wash, as broad as the deep sea, reflecting everything in the world. Under the sky of Granada, the young knight Giovanni trembled all over, pointed at the bewildered Moorish noble prisoner, and said
The face is incredible.
"Three hundred thousand, three hundred thousand gold ducats!"
"That's right! Giovanni, you can calculate quickly and accurately. You will be an excellent successor to old Sylvester, and you will also become an outstanding Venetian parliamentarian. Even, with the relationship between the Emperor of Shinra, the Republic
It’s not like you don’t have a chance at the ten-person group meeting.”
The old knight Lorenzo raised the corners of his mouth and spoke in a soft and encouraging voice. Then, with a "dang" sound, he pulled out the knight's sword from his waist and put it into Giovanni's hand.
"Go, child! For the sake of the Venetian Republic, kill him, kill this heretic messenger!"
"Ah! Kill him!"
The young knight Giovanni subconsciously took the sword and walked up to the Moorish noble prisoner. He slowly put the sword on the prisoner's neck. He looked at the prisoner's frightened expression and listened to the prisoner's anxious shouts, and his whole body was filled with excitement.
They all trembled.
His hands were trembling slightly, and the balance in his heart was swinging from side to side. On one side was the faith of the Lord, the honor of the Holy War, and the spirit of chivalry. On the other side was the interests of the Republic, the interests of the family, and himself.
Benefit.
"O Lord! 300,000 gold ducats."
The young knight Giovanni murmured, his eyes gradually changing. The old knight Lorenzo was there, and he already had the answer in his heart.
After a moment of dead silence, there was a shrill scream and the Moor's cry for mercy. Then, there was dead silence again, with only blood flowing.
"Very good! Very good! Giovanni, you did a great job!"
Seeing the bright red splashing, the old knight Lorenzo perked up and smiled on his face. He looked at the young knight's blood-stained long sword and looked at the other man's lowered eyes, feeling quite proud of himself. Although, he couldn't see it
The other party's eyes, but he could definitely feel: at this moment, in this young knight, something that had persisted for a long time finally broke with a "click".
"Praise the Lord! Haha!. God says, 'Repent therefore and turn to the Lord, and He will take away all your sins and give you a new day, and will send forth the coming of Christ Jesus, whom He has chosen in advance for you.
.'"
Lorenzo, the old knight, smiled and read a verse of atonement to the Lord in front of Giovanni like a priest. Then he took the sword from the young knight's hand and wiped his hands and face.
He said softly and comfortingly.
"Giovanni, good boy! The Lord forgives you! From today on, you are a qualified, true, Venetian noble!"
The young Giovanni pursed his lips, was silent for a moment, and nodded gently. He did not speak, silently jumped on the horse and turned the horse's head completely. Before leaving, the former knight raised his head and took one last look.
He glanced at the sky in Granada. Then, he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into another question.
"Lorenzo, what if the Holy War ends and the Kingdom of Castile cannot repay our debts?"
"Giovanni, you don't have to worry. The city of Granada is the royal capital of the Moors on the peninsula that has been run for more than seven hundred years! The wealth and treasures there are piled up in the Alhambra Palace, and there are countless
Clearly. As long as Granada is captured, the Castilians will have a large amount of loot that can be sold to us!"
"Lorenzo, what if these trophies are still not enough? You know, many of the knights from various countries who participated in the jihad have lost everything and owed debts, so they collected enough war horses, armor, travel expenses and supplies to come to the peninsula to participate in the jihad. They also always
I want to share some of these spoils and work hard to repay the debt."
At this moment, what Giovanni was talking about seemed to have changed and he became like a real Venetian.
"In addition, the bulk of the spoils should still go to the lords of Castile who sent troops. The spoils that the two kings can distribute may not be enough!"
"Ha! There are so many Moors in the city of Granada. There are even more Moors in this land! If the loot is not enough, then completely confiscate the Moorish property and then turn them into slaves and sell them. No.
That’s it! Don’t worry, Castilians don’t have any scruples at all when doing this kind of thing!”
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Young Giovanni sat on the horse, was silent for a moment, and then insisted on asking.
"What if, and I mean what if, what if the Castilians still don't have money? What if these thousands of holy war knights don't get enough loot to pay off their debts? By then, the church that guarantees the debt,
In fact, the church is also a creditor. Will it push them to a dead end?"
"Um?!"
Hearing this, the old knight Lorenzo's eyes moved. He understood somewhat, understood what Giovanni was worried about, and suddenly smiled in his heart.
"Ha! Even after making a choice, there is still a little bit of conscience left. Alas, you are still too young!"
Lorenzo, the old knight, didn't take it seriously and shook his head with a smile. But when he saw Giovanni's serious and insistent expression, he pondered for a moment before answering.
"It is impossible for the church to give up its debts and for the greedy senior priests to give up the wealth they hold in their hands! At most, they can reduce the interest a little, while the jihadist knights who owe debts can sell their manors and land.
Pay off the debt."
"If these poor people with debts have nothing to sell, then sell their lives! The Church will always find a way, and the Kingdom of Castile will also find a way. They can find a new robber
.Oh no, jihad targets! For example, on the southern continent across the strait, the Wattas Dynasty in Morocco is also a wealthy Moorish kingdom. There is also the Kingdom of Tlemcen (tl) in Algeria, and the Kingdom of Hafsid (hafsid) in Tunisia.
).You can fight a dozen of them!”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Having said this, the old knight Lorenzo smiled and looked to the distant south, seeming to have foreseen the destined future.
"Giovanni, you have to know that Castile, which was founded on war, is a Crusader country through and through! They don't know how to manage the land, they never have that kind of inheritance, and they can't bear to farm.
.They are lavish, and they never count the money they have stolen. They are completely different from us Venetians!"
"Now, they have a jihadist army of 50,000 to 60,000 people, which has been tested for many years by war, and with the support of the navy of the Kingdom of Aragon, it is impossible and impossible to stop the war! The Holy See will support them in continuing the fight.
We, the Republic of Venice, will also support them in their fight, bring us a steady stream of wealth, and bring back more wealth. Haha!"
“So that’s how it is”
Young Giovanni was speechless for a long time. The real world suddenly appeared, and the imaginary faith and glory were just bubbles floating on the surface, which dispersed as soon as they were blown. After a while, Giovanni sighed.
He sighed and shook his head.
"Hey! Cross the strait and go to the southern continent shrouded in paganism. There is no way out from such a fight! It may even attract the intervention of the Ottoman legions."
"His! The legions of the Ottomans"
Hearing this, the old knight Lorenzo lowered his eyes and felt fear in his heart. No one knows the power of the Ottomans better than the Venetians. After a while, he took a long breath and said with a smile.
"Who knows? God bless us! Maybe, the Castilians can find new jihad targets. Maybe they are rich, weak, and scattered like sand!"
"Ha! Rich, weak, and scattered into sand?"
Hearing this, Giovanni also smiled. He shook his head again, looking forward to it leisurely.
"God bless you! If there is such a country, it will be the land of Canaan 'flowing with milk and honey', the paradise promised by God! By then, let alone the Castilians, Aragonese, and Portuguese
People. Even we Venetians will attack and never let go!"
"Haha! Giovanni, you forgot, there is also the most greedy one, the Holy See!"
Lorenzo, the old knight, laughed heartily and added. Then, he tucked his horse under his belly, whistled, and rode forward.
"Young man, stop dreaming! Get on the road! God bless, may this new plague not spread to the Republic of Venice!"
"Well, the Lord will definitely protect us! Amen!"
The soaring prayers, accompanied by the trampling of horse hooves, echoed far away in the mountains and valleys of Granada. The dry land was covered with long withered grass, and only a headless corpse flowed out and gradually became...
The dark red line. It is a life-and-death killing under faith and wealth. It is also like a sign that no one knows.
