At the end of December 1488, 35,000 miles to the east, the Kingdom of Portugal, the port of Lisbon.

Thousands of sails stand, masts form forests. Hundreds of merchant ships of various colors docked here, and dozens of commercial city-state flags fluttered on the bow. Dark-skinned coolies loaded and unloaded goods, delicate carriages carried nobles, and the market in the port was full of merchants. Here, it is one of the most important trading ports in Western Europe, and it is also a trade node connecting the East Atlantic and the Mediterranean.

As the Portuguese Kingdom established a series of castles and strongholds along the coast of West Africa, spices, gold and silver, ivory, and slaves from the southern continent were continuously transported by the powerful kingdom fleet to this ancient coastal city. , inject the most vigorous vitality.

Thirty-five years ago, the mighty Ottomans captured Constantinople and completely cut off the Silk and Spice Roads between the East and the West. The port of Lisbon has become the only stable spice port in the world of God. Even though the spices that can be provided here are nothing compared to the huge demand in the world of God.

Among the many spices, the aristocrats and bishops of the heavenly world prefer pepper the most. Pepper has been an important cooking spice since ancient Roman times. In medieval medicine, it was also an extremely important medicinal material. The priest of the church, together with the doctors of the academy, believes that pepper can cure all pains, swellings, inflammations, intrusions of evil spirits ... and ... sexual impossibility.

In addition, in this era of plagues, pepper, cloves and cinnamon are also used to prevent plagues, with their special aroma, to resist the "rotten gas" in the air. And this excellent recognition was even recognized by the Pope of Rome.

Therefore, the spices from the southern continent make the port of Lisbon so special and important. The large number of gold coins minted by the Kingdom of Portugal also made the commodity trade here more prosperous. The port of Lisbon in this era is full of vigor and vitality!

At this moment, the head of the Portuguese royal family, Captain Bartolomeu Dias, is standing on the port of Lisbon, overlooking this vibrant seaside city. After a difficult 16-month voyage, he finally returned to Lisbon and set foot on the soil of his native country.

"Merciful Lord! Thank you for your graceful gift! Praise you for your devout believers, who have crossed thousands of miles of waves and brought the good news of the eastern route back to the kingdom of God! ... Ah! In our Lord **** Christ Since we were born, before Christmas in the 1488th year, we have finally returned to our hometown!  …”

Captain Dias closed his eyes, clenched the silver cross around his neck, and prayed in a low voice. Before he knew it, the corners of his eyes became wet.

The bright sun, falling from the sky on the coast, fell into his heart as if the gracious gaze of the Lord. This long voyage has experienced the land of the devil, the waves in the sky, the potential rebellion, the discovery of a new route, and the killing on the way back... Now, he has finally returned, with a world-changing discovery, and With the merit of being canonized after death, he has successfully returned!

"...praise the Lord!"

Behind Dias, the newly promoted captain Bruno lowered his head, prayed hard, tried to be religious, and tried to shed tears. The return trip from Cape Storm took nine months and once again experienced terrible waves that damaged dozens of sailors. On the long way back, Captain Dias, who was always strict, also relaxed the discipline of the fleet and allowed the sailors to go ashore to plunder. This is like the owner of the vicious dog, loosening the dog chain in his hand, and the wolf dogs drooling and swarming fiercely.

Across the desolate Namibian coast are villages along the Congolese coast. The sailors waved their machetes and hacked to death the weak indigenous tribes. On their dark bodies, they vented their desires and pressures, and even plundered the property in the village. After several plunderings, all sailors have gained a lot. The dissatisfaction and resentment they had accumulated for the captain's forced exploration was finally replaced by their instinctive awe and obedience.

After arriving at the Elmina Castle, after repairing, five Caravel sailboats, full of gold, silver and spices from the southern continent, joined the returning fleet under the **** of Portuguese soldiers. With the addition of the kingdom's soldiers, the wolf dogs were chained, and the last part of the voyage did not have any ups and downs.

"Well, there are more and more caravans in the commercial city-states in the port! ... Which one do you want to trade with for the gold, silver, ivory and spices that you got this time?"

Bruno looked around while praying hard. As a captain, it is naturally impossible to return empty-handed. In fact, according to the rules of the sea, the official captain can monopolize one to two percent of the spoils, while the pirate captain usually only has four to five ordinary sailors' income. Well, the difference brought about by the endorsement of official forces is still obvious. As for the loot that was stolen privately, it would definitely not go from the kingdom's caravan, but to the higher-priced city-state business group.

"Praise the Lord! After selling this booty, I can probably buy a knight's manor on the outskirts of Lisbon... um, the kind with a windmill!"

Bruno prayed and rolled his eyes, looking for a potential buyer. The port of the kingdom is so prosperous and full of the smell of wealth. And the opportunity brought by the great voyage is enough to make the illegitimate son of the destitute aristocrat completely change the fate of the poor.

"Portugal's southern fleet... In this cabin, there are goods with ten times the profit!"

A Jewish businessman with a small round hat stood dozens of steps away from the military port, looking for possible sellers. With greedy eyes, he looked at the Portuguese fleet with a deep draft. Afterwards, his shrewd gaze stopped for a moment on the two Caravel sailboats full of repair marks, thoughtful. Then, he looked at Captain Dias, who would be standing in front of the crowd, praying devoutly, frowning uncomfortably, and lowered his head to avoid looking at each other.

"The devout great nobles...are all murderous butchers in Hellfire!..."

The Jewish merchant Eleazar cursed in his heart, with an indelible fear, which was the shadow of countless slaughter of his compatriots. Finally, he saw Bruno in the captain's costume, and after observing for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ah!...this is?...the smell of devils and riches..."

After a while, Eleazar stretched out his hand, patted the shoulder of the Slavic entourage, and whispered.

"Go, go to the warehouse of the trade group and bring two bottles of wine! Prepare some delicate snacks. I want to invite important guests..."

"Yes, Mr. President."

The Slavic entourage nodded slyly. Then, he scratched his whiskers and asked in confusion.

"Wine? Which one? Well, the Bordeaux one, or the Julangson..."

"You idiot!"

Hearing the words of the entourage, Eleazar was instantly furious, and even the goat's beard trembled with anger.

"Who told you to get the expensive Aquitaine red wine? Get me the Catalan red wine of Aragon! Remember, add 40% water and some grape juice!"

"Yes! Listen to you, Lord President."

The Slav entourage immediately turned ~lightnovelpub.net~ and walked towards the Jewish merchant group in the port. But Eleazar's voice came again, with pain in his voice.

"Today's guests are indeed more important. Forget it, just 20%... No, 20% water!"

"Yes! Lord President."

The Slav entourage nodded heavily, paused, and strode away again. Eleazar watched for a while, then turned his gaze back. Eyes flickered. New business opportunities are just around the corner!

In front of him, the devout Captain Dias has finished his prayers. He turned his head and gave serious orders to the other captains. The captains also nodded respectfully and made an oath with a cross.

Then, Captain Dias straightened his crest and rode on a Lusitano horse brought by the soldiers of the kingdom. Under the guidance of two court knights and a dozen knight attendants, he rode away. Without stopping, he ran to the Sintra Palace, fifty miles to the north. There, the wise and wise king, Joao II, sits high on the throne, waiting for his loyal royal governor.

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