The sky in the mountains is as blue as washing, as wide as the deep sea, reflecting everything in the world. Under the sky of Granada, the young knight Giovanni trembled all over, pointing at the bewildered Moorish noble captive with an incredulous expression on his face.

"300,000, 300,000 Gold Ducats!"

"Not bad! Giovanni, you are quick and accurate in your calculations. You will be an excellent heir to old Sylvester, and you will also become an excellent Venetian councilor. Even, with the relationship of Emperor Shinra, the Republic You are not without a chance at the ten-person group meeting."

The corner of the old knight Lorenzo's lips curled up, his voice softly inducing. Then, with a "Dang", he pulled out the knight's long sword from his waist and stuffed it into Giovanni's hand.

"Go, boy! For the good of the Republic of Venice, go and kill him, the messenger of the heretics!"

"Ah! Kill him!"

The young knight Giovanni subconsciously took the long sword and walked to the Moorish noble captive. He slowly put the long sword on the captive's neck, seeing the terrified expression of the other party, and hearing the anxious cry of the other party, his whole body trembled.

His hands were trembling slightly, and the balance in his heart was also swinging from side to side. On one side is the faith of God, the honor of holy war, the spirit of chivalry. On the other side are the interests of the republic, the interests of the family, and their own interests.

"Lord! Three hundred thousand gold ducats."

The young knight Giovanni murmured, his eyes gradually changed. The old knight Lorenzo is still there, and he already has the answer in his heart.

After a moment of dead silence, there was a shrill scream, and the Moor's begging for mercy came suddenly. Then, there was silence again, only blood flowing.

"Very good! Very good! Giovanni, you are doing very well!"

Seeing the splash of bright red, the old knight Lorenzo was refreshed, with a smile on his face. He looked at the young knight's blood-stained long sword, and also at the lowered eyes of the young knight, feeling rather contented in his heart. Although he couldn't see the other person's eyes, he could definitely feel that at this moment, on this young knight, something that had persisted for a long time finally shattered with a "click".

"Praise the Lord! Haha!. God said, 'Repent therefore, and return to the Lord, and He will take away all your sins. He will give you a new day, and He will send Christ Jesus, who He has chosen for you in advance, to come. .'"

The old knight Lorenzo smiled, and in front of Giovanni, like a priest, read a scripture of atonement to the Lord. Then, he took the long sword from the young knight's hand, wiped the blood on the other's hands and face, and comforted him gently.

"Giovanni, good boy! The Lord has forgiven you! From today onwards, you are a qualified and true Venetian nobleman!"

The young Giovanni pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and nodded slightly. He didn't speak, just jumped on the horse silently, and turned the horse's head completely. Before leaving, the former knight raised his head and took one last look at the sky of Granada. Then, he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, it turned into another question.

"Lorenzo, what if the Holy War ends and the Kingdom of Castile pays off our debts?"

"Giovanni, don't worry. The city of Granada is the capital of the Moors on the peninsula. It has been in operation for more than 700 years! The wealth and treasures there are piled up with the Alhambra Palace. There are countless Clear. As long as Granada is captured, the Castilians will have a lot of spoils that can be sold to us!"

"Lorenzo, what if these trophies are still not enough? You know, many knights from various countries who participated in the jihad went bankrupt and owed debts, and only then did they make up enough horses, armor, travel expenses and supplies to come to the peninsula to participate in the jihad. They also always Yes, share some of these spoils, and try to pay off the debt."

At this moment, what Giovanni was talking about seemed to have changed, becoming like a real Venetian.

".In addition, the bulk of the spoils should go to the Castilian lords 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 more Moors in this land! If the loot is not enough, then all the property of the Moors will be confiscated, and then they will be sold as slaves. That’s enough! Don’t worry, the Castilians won’t have any scruples at all when they do this kind of thing!”

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The young Giovanni sat on the horse, remained silent for a moment, and insisted on asking.

"What if, I mean, what if, what if, the Castilians, still don't have money? What if these thousands of crusading knights don't get enough booty to pay off their debts? . In fact, the church, which is also a creditor, will drive them to a dead end?"

"Um?!"

Hearing this, the old knight Lorenzo's eyes moved. He understood a little bit, understood what Giovanni was worried about, and smiled in his heart.

"Ha! Even if I made a choice, I still have a bit of conscience left. Hey, I'm still too young!"

The old knight Lorenzo didn't care, and shook his head with a smile. But seeing Giovanni's earnest expression, he pondered for a moment before replying.

"It is impossible for the church to give up its debts and the greedy senior priests to give up the wealth they hold in their hands! They can at most deduct a little interest, and the jihad knights who are in debt can sell the manor and land Repayment of debt."

"If these poor debtors have nothing to sell, then sell their lives! The church will always have a way, and so will the Kingdom of Castile. They can find a new robbery .Oh no, jihad targets! For example, the southern continent across the strait, Morocco’s Vatas Dynasty, which is also a wealthy Moorish kingdom. There is also the Tlemcen Kingdom in Algeria, and the Hafsid Kingdom in Tunisia. ). All of them can be beaten by a dozen!"

Speaking of this, the old knight Lorenzo smiled and looked to the far south, as if he foresaw the doomed future.

"Giovanni, you have to know that Castile, a country founded on war, is a crusader country through and through! They don't know how to manage land, they have never had that kind of inheritance, and they won't be able to bear the temper to farm. .They are extravagant, earning much of the fast money they robbed, and never spending it. They are completely different from us Venetians!"

"Now, they have a jihad army of 50,000 to 60,000 people. They have been tested by wars, and they have the naval support of the Kingdom of Aragon. It is impossible and there is no way to stop the war! The Holy See will support them to fight, We, the Republic of Venice, will also support them in continuing to fight and bring us a steady stream of wealth. Haha!"

"So it is"

Young Giovanni was silent for a long time. The real world appeared suddenly, but the imaginary belief and glory were just bubbles floating on the surface, and they disappeared without a trace when blown. After a long while, Giovanni sighed and shook his head.

"Hey! Cross the strait and go to the southern continent shrouded in paganism. Such a fight, there is no retreat! It will even attract the interference of the Ottoman legion."

"Hiss! Legion of the Ottomans"

Hearing this, the old knight Lorenzo lowered his eyes, fear filled his heart. No one knew 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 targets for jihad. Maybe they are rich, weak, and scattered like sand!"

"Ha! Rich and weak, and scattered into sand?"

Hearing this, Giovanni also laughed. UU reading www.uukanshu. com He shook his head again, yearning leisurely.

"God bless! If there is such a country, it will be the land of Canaan 'flowing with milk and honey', the heaven promised by the Lord! At that time, let alone the Castilians, Aragonese, Portuguese People. Even we Venetians will attack and will never let go!."

"Haha! Giovanni, you forgot, there is the most greedy one, the Holy See!"

The old knight Lorenzo laughed heartily and added something. Then, he clamped the horse's belly, whistled, and rode forward.

"Young man, don't dream! Hurry up and get on the road! God bless you, may this new plague not spread to the Republic of Venice!"

"Well, the Lord will surely bless us! Amen!"

The sound of prayers flying, accompanied by the sound of trampling horseshoes, echoed far and wide between the mountains and valleys of Granada. The arid land was covered with long, yellow grass, and there was only a headless corpse with a gradually darkening red line flowing out. It was a life-and-death killing under faith and wealth, and it was also like an omen that no one knew.

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