Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety Seven: Take out your heart and lungs, click, click, click, click!
"O Lord God! A devil-worshiping Alemanni!…"
Upon hearing the name "Alemannic", the aristocratic scholar Martin's expression suddenly changed, and he instantly determined the identity of the exclaimer. He must be a sheep-loving Castilian!
In the late Middle Ages, different continental languages had extremely different names for "people of the German states", so much so that you could know each other's origins just by hearing them.
For example, Western Europe west of the German states, including France, Aragon, Castile, and Portugal, all call the "German states" "Alemantians", "Alemannic people", and "Alamanni".
"Demi-humans"! The origin of this title comes from the Germanic Alemanni tribe that occupied the German region after the collapse of Western Rome.
The Italian states in the south use the Latinized word "Tedeschi" when referring to "Germany", retaining the inheritance of Roman memory to a certain extent. The Eastern European countries in the east are used to
The Slavic word "Niemcy" means "mute who cannot speak". The German states themselves call themselves "Deutsche", "people of the tribe"!
As for the famous term "Germanic" in later generations, it comes from the peak era of ancient Rome, and it never only refers to "German tribes", but also includes various invading barbarian groups. After the fall of ancient Rome, this general term refers to,
The derogatory title naturally disappeared from the mouths of the European countries established by the "barbarians". And when it was unearthed again and given a special racial meaning, it would have to wait until five hundred years later, a down-and-out painter appeared on the scene.
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"The Lord is witness! I am a noble of Holy Rome and a noble of the Nuremberg Council! I ask for the noble treatment I deserve! ... Merciful Lord Sipangu, I beg you, give me the kind treatment I deserve! My family will send
Come over and pay the due ransom for me!… My father-in-law is the governor of the Azores in the Kingdom of Portugal. He will also send a fleet over to redeem me for a large sum of money!…”
"Holy Mother! Please help me to translate to this Sipangu chief! Friend, friend of Castile! When my family redeems me, I will definitely give you a satisfactory reward!..."
After a moment of shock, scholar Martin immediately grasped the last straw. He quickly switched to Castilian, lowered his posture in an aware manner, and shouted anxiously. Xiu Maoying was very interested.
, let the two boatswain Bartomelo and Chachu, the red-haired Chabo, also known as "Amei" and "Agou", translate the words of this "evil noble chief".
"A nobleman from the Alemannic tribe? He was on the ship of the large tribe at the port, but he was from another large tribe? These two large tribes are thousands of miles apart and not bordering each other? It's really strange, how are they connected?
On?...It seems that the large evil tribes in the East China Sea Continent are in close contact with each other!..."
"What did he say? He wants to pay a ransom in exchange for himself?...Haha! 'Ransom'? How much 'gold' can his tribe produce? The kingdom never lacks gold! What the kingdom lacks is weapons and armor like before.
, is the magic weapon of Thunder, a four-legged riding and farming beast!...Huh? What did he say? As long as it can be connected to the family's ship, regardless of weapons and armor, artillery and guns, or horses, cattle and sheep, it is easy to negotiate
?…”
Hearing scholar Martin's promise, Xiu Maoying raised his brows, and there was a moment of excitement on his face. He actually didn't expect to make any "ransom deal" with the demon fleet. But if there was a way, he could
The fleet sent by the demons to contact them was lured to the designated battlefield that could be prepared in advance... Then none of the white-skinned demons who arrived could even think of escaping!
However, when asked when exactly the "evil ship" would come and where it would appear? Scholar Martin hesitated and made no definite promises, but could not give anything!
After all, this time the Portuguese exploration fleet went to sea, it was a narrow escape, and only then did it touch this "barbaric and cunning" native kingdom. But now, on the one hand, he was not sure whether Bruno could return alive. On the other hand, even if the other party
If he returns to Portugal alive, will he truthfully report his capture? I'm afraid it's hard to say! With the evil nature of those captains and sailors, they will definitely choose an excuse with the least responsibility, such as reporting his death...
Ransom and ransom. If his family didn't get the news that he was captured, then where would there be a ransom? And even if the family really got the news about him, there would really be someone across the sea thousands of miles away who would risk his life.
Would he risk coming to the native kingdom to redeem him? You know, he still has brothers who can inherit the wealth...
At this moment, scholar Martin had no confidence at all, and his face turned gloomy. Xiu Maoying examined the expression of the "blond demon noble chief" and shook his head in disappointment.
"Witness the Lord God! This blond demon is lying! No one will come to redeem him... He is not a noble of the Portuguese Port Tribe, and he is not that important in the tribe! His final fate will probably be given up by the Port Tribe!..."
"Take him down! Give him a good wash and give him two full meals!... When the fleet returns to Tielwan Town, a grand sacrifice to the main god will be held!... And then, this evil noble chief, and
The other captured evil warrior is the most perfect sacrifice to the Lord God!…”
Soon, Boatswain Chachu grinned widely and repeated the words of the priest. He even performed in front of scholar Martin the words Chapo had used to threaten him.
"The priest said... you are a sacrifice to the Lord God! Before the sacrifice, you will be given good food and drink!..."
"What? What is a sacrifice and what is a sacrifice, you ask? Haha! Look at this shell, it is you! And the sacrifice is... like prying this shell, cut you in two and take out your heart and lungs! Kaka
Click, click, click!…”
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Under the horrified gaze of scholar Martin, Boatswain Cha Chu broke open the shell, took out the shell meat inside, and stuffed it directly into his mouth! Then, he chewed hard while smiling, making a "click" sound.
, like a vicious dog that eats people without spitting out their bones!
"Ah! No!! You can't eat me! You can't eat me!! I am a noble of Shinra, and I need to be treated like a noble! I am a noble!!..."
At this moment, faced with such a horrific ending described in the description, facing the "devil's natives", the fear in scholar Martin's imagination was quickly crushing his sanity! After just a moment of conversation, he was brutally attacked by
Cha Chu was so frightened that he was shaking all over and even burst into tears!
"No! You can't do this!...I am a noble of the Shinra, I am a scholar of the Portuguese court!...I not only have a lot of wealth, I also have a lot of knowledge!...Yes! You will definitely need me, need me
Wise mind!…”
"Haha! I eat nobles like you, lords like you!... Speaking of which, after floating on the sea for so many years, I have killed so many people, but I have never killed a noble lord with such fine skin and tender meat!...
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"Tsk tsk! The Holy Father of Huitziloppo! He is different from the fake Columbus, but he is a real noble lord! ... I never thought that such a high-ranking noble lord would be so scared that he would burst into tears and runny noses?
!I wonder how frightened he will be when he actually reaches the altar where he is offering sacrifices? He won’t even urinate in fear, right? That scene is really ugly!…”
Boatswain Chachu and Bartomelo each said a few words, waving sharp scimitars to intimidate this rare HRE noble. As sailors at the lowest level in the world of God, they never lacked the cruelty of killing in their hearts, let alone the desire for revenge.
The jealousy and hatred of hereditary nobles!
You must know that in the eyes of the hereditary nobles in Europe, the upper-class nobles and the lower-class civilians are separated by heaven and earth. Their ant-like lives are only worth a dozen to dozens of silver coins in compensation. But now, whether they are forced or not, they
Finally, I completely escaped from the strict traditional order of God’s world!
At this moment, after they had taken refuge in the powerful and ferocious native kingdom, with the sharp scimitar in their hands, when facing the nobles of the God's world, they would be no better than the rebel Ming army during the Wuqiao Mutiny 140 years later.
When you are a noble country squire, you must be gentle even a little bit!…
"No! I am a true noble, you cannot kill me!... Merciful Lord, please!... I am a useful scholar!... Don't eat me... Wow!..."
"Hmm?! This blond evil demon noble chief looks fair and clean, and can't be beaten at all?... He seems to be better than the 'pious priest' caught before, and the 'valiant knight' caught this time.
Much weaker!…”
Xiu Cathawk's eyes flashed, looking at the frightened scholar Martin who collapsed, obviously thoughtful. He waited patiently for a moment until the two bosuns finished intimidating him, and then asked in a deep voice.
"Amei, Agou! What else did this cowardly demon say?..."
"Ah! Lord Priest! This guy just said... He is a smart scholar! He is willing to use his head to serve you and the powerful kingdom!..."
"Huh? A scholar who knows a lot of things and has a bright mind?...He is a scholar?!..."
Hearing this, Xiu Maoying's eyes lit up and his face became vivid. He pondered for a while, stared at the frightened Martin, and asked word by word.
"You said, you are a scholar?...The Lord God witnesses! I have a difficult question right now that wants to test your wisdom! Your 8-pounder gun fell into the sea. It is very deep and heavy and cannot be fished out.
Come up!…”
"If you can find a way to pick up this cannon! Then I will recognize your identity as a scholar, recognize your wisdom, and let you serve the kingdom!..."
"Otherwise, the consequences of deceiving the Lord God will not be as simple as making a sacrifice!...Agou, tell him my words exactly as they are!"
"Yes, sir!...Foda-se! The priest said it! If you can catch the 8-pounder, I will spare your life! If not...then I will perm you and wash you clean, 'Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka'
, kill it like a sheep and cut it into five pieces, then take out the heart and lungs, and then 'click, click, click, click!'..."
