Chapter 1,376 The poison with no cure! The opening of a new route!
"Boss! Damn it! Damn it! The natives' arrows are poisoned! Six sailors have been poisoned, and two of them are dead!..."
"What?! How could this happen? The natives' arrows were so light that they would only scratch the skin a little bit, but they died right away?..."
The Portuguese sailboat adjusted its sails and turned to sail into the deep sea, avoiding the flower island of Martinique, the home base of the Caribbean. When the sails were full, the fleet began to speed up, and the Caribbean canoes gradually failed to catch up. Soon
Quickly, their shouts fell behind the boat, gradually getting farther in the east, until they disappeared in the eastern sky.
However, just as Bruno breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the urgent report from Boatswain Haroldo. He was shocked and angry, thinking of the thin arrows from the natives that had just been flying around, almost grazing his neck... He took a deep breath
He looked at Haroldo's round, sweaty face and said sternly.
"Haroldo! Where is the poisoned sailor? Quick, take me to see it!... That's right! Let the scholars in the cabin come over and see... That's right! Ask the scholars to help and try your best to treat the wounded!..."
After a while, everyone gathered around the poisoned sailors with solemn faces. These sailors all looked stiff, lying down in a mess, at the mercy of everyone. They were obviously in good health, but they were motionless at this time, and they didn't even have a finger.
He couldn't move, and even his pupils were a little dilated.
"Lord! This is a very severe paralysis! Very weak breathing and heartbeat... strange! What poison did the natives use to make it so powerful?... Hey! The color of this wound?!..."
Scholar Martin squatted next to the wounded, wrapped his hands in cloth, and carefully examined the wounds of the wounded. These wounded had broken skin and bloody arrow wounds, mostly concentrated on the neck, chest or shoulders. Looking carefully, the wounds
In addition to red blood, there are also subtle colors. Most of these colors are very light blue or green, but only the two dead sailors are incomprehensible light yellow...
"O Lord! Little John's eyes widened!...Ah! He has run out of breath, and another one has died!..."
"Holy Mother! What on earth is this? Is it also a curse from the devil?..."
"It must be the devil! The natives here are indeed just like the southern continent, they are all evil devil worshipers!..."
"Damn it! Can this devil's curse be contagious? Should we treat them all... huh?..."
In the corner, the smart Sushu took a careful look, then quickly lowered his head. He lightly touched his partner Ah Yue and whispered.
"Ayue, what kind of poison is this?..."
"...It's the frog poison of the Caribbean people...the small, colorful frogs in the woods..."
"Ah...frog poison?...Is there any help?...Uh? You!..."
Ah Yue pursed her lips and stared closely at the white-skinned shaman who was checking the injury. She quietly clenched the half-picked frog poison arrow in her hand. This poison should be taken alive and used. The seal can be kept for a week. After exposure to light and ventilation,
, it was so weak that it disappeared in one day. And now, it is the time when the thin arrows are still poisonous...
"No! Ah Yue...not now...no!..."
The smart Sushu shook his head vigorously, opened Ah Yue's fingers with all his strength, and then quietly threw the thin arrow on the deck.
"..."
Ah Yue was silent for a moment, looking at Shushu's anxious and worried expression. After a while, he nodded silently.
"...This kind of frog poison...has no antidote...it depends on the person...it also depends on the flying spirit..."
"...Well! The flying spirit...not now...they are going to my hometown...live well and there will be a chance!..."
"...good!…"
"Lord! Don't panic, don't panic! This is poison, it is not contagious!... The natives' thin arrows are coated with strange poison, let me study it carefully!..."
Scholar Martin frowned, picked up a few thin arrows from the natives with a piece of cloth, and got out of the cabin again. If this paralyzing poison could be brought back to Europe, it would be of extraordinary value and have many uses. Bruno ordered the sailors to take good care of it.
Rescue, while following closely behind the scholar. He looked around and saw that there was no one around, and then asked softly.
"Scholar Martin! Is this native devil poison really not contagious?..."
"No! This should be blood poison. As long as you are not injured and come into contact with it, it will not be poisoned! It is recorded in the history of the Crusades that the Egyptian army also had similar poisonous arrows... but they were never so poisonous! It's like a myth.
The Eye of Medusa!… It’s really strange, these naked natives look barbaric and ignorant. How on earth did they come up with poisonous arrows that are more poisonous than the Egyptians?”
"Uh, Scholar Martin...the poisoned sailors...can they still be saved?..."
"Oh! I don't know about that. This is a new continent that has never been recorded. The poisons of the natives here are naturally not recorded in the books. What's more, the different colors on the arrows probably are not the same kind of poison...
Only the merciful Lord can save them!…”
The aristocratic scholar Martin shrugged needlessly. He did not have the ability to find an antidote for the sailors, nor did he have such an idea. He smiled slightly, looked at Bruno, and said in a very soft voice.
"Captain Bruno, you are such a kind captain! However, it is only some low-level sailors who have been poisoned right now. The Lord will take away their dead souls, so you don't need to be sad! ...But you, as a noble of the kingdom, please take care of yourself.
!You need to wear thick leather armor to guard against the poisonous arrows of the natives!…”
At this moment, scholar Martin's smile was still polite, but in Bruno's view, it was inexplicably cold. This smile seemed far away and yet very close, as if it came from another world that was visible but difficult to touch.
However, this is the reality of the Catholic world. Although scholar Martin’s father, a member of the parliament, passed away very early, Martin was still from a truly wealthy HRE noble family, received the best education, and had almost the highest level of connections! He
The starting point of his life was as a noble Portuguese court scholar, then he married the governor's rich and beautiful daughter, and then became an honorary scholar of the Nuremberg Parliament. Finally, after easily gaining a huge academic reputation, he enjoyed life on his own island manor...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Martin’s life as a Catholic aristocrat is not in the same world as the Catholic people at the bottom, let alone the life and death of the people at the bottom. If there hadn’t been the incident he participated in when he was young
When sailing in the Southern Continent, he would not have anything to do with Bruno. And in the aristocratic education he received, since these low-class people do not have any noble blood, they are not "the same kind of people" as nobles like him!
In fact, if we follow the "Carolina Code" of the Holy Roman Empire, which was established 40 years later, and follow the recorded medieval cases... nobles kill people because of "private disputes", and if the people killed are just free civilians who have "nothing to do", then that's just
The compensation required is a dozen to dozens of silver coins. But if the person killed is a servant of another noble, he will have to pay a higher reciprocal compensation that is more in line with the noble status...
"God bless you! By the way, Captain Bruno, I have another good news for you! About the wealth of those natives..."
Seeing Bruno's complicated expression, scholar Martin pondered for a while, then comforted him with a smile.
"I wonder if you have noticed...the hair of some natives is bright purple? And the hair of most natives is black..."
"Huh? Purple hair?...Ah! You mean? The natives have...have Phoenician purple?!..."
“Not bad! Phoenician purple!…”
"Phoenician purple...Phoenician purple that's more valuable than gold!...O Lord! Phoenician purple is produced here!!..."
Scholar Martin smiled and nodded, patting Bruno on the shoulder. Bruno's somewhat absent-minded face was full of surprise and gratitude at this moment!
At this moment, he completely forgot about his previous emotions and his emotional resonance with ordinary sailors. Because he knew very clearly how much wealth was hidden in the scholar's short sentence, which could be given to him.
A share of real wealth! And such a discovery, if written in a voyage report, would make King Joao so happy and satisfied, giving him more power and support!
"Thank you! Dear Martin Scholar!"
“No, thank the Lord!…”
"Yes! Thank you Lord! Thank you, the merciful Him, for guiding us to such a rich new world!..."
The candlelight shone brightly on Bruno's weather-beaten face, which had struggled to climb up from the bottom, and also illuminated the scholar Martin's gentle, fair, handsome face with no trace of weathering.
At this moment, the two old and new nobles looked at each other with sympathy on their faces. And above their heads, there was the bloodstained ship plank and death without mourning.
This is the opening of a new sea route! The golden sea route paved with the bones of aboriginal people and the blood of low-level sailors has allowed the nobles of the European continent to reach the top of the mountains and the sky like never before!…
