Aztec Eternals

"O Lord God! A devil-worshipping Alamanni!..."

Upon hearing the name "Alemannic", the noble scholar Martin's expression suddenly changed, and he instantly determined the identity of the exclaimer. He must be a sheep-loving Castilian!

In this late Middle Ages, different continental European 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". "Asian"! The origin of this name comes from the Germanic Alemannic tribe that occupied the German region after the collapse of Western Rome.

The Italian states in the south use the Latinized word "Tedeschi" (Tedeschi) when referring to "Germany", retaining the inheritance of Roman memory to a certain extent. The Eastern European countries to the east are accustomed to the Slavic word "Niemcy", which 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. It never only refers to the "German tribes", but also includes various invading barbarian groups. After the fall of ancient Rome, this general and derogatory term naturally disappeared from the mouths of the European countries established by "barbarians". And when it is excavated again and given a special racial meaning, it will have to wait until five hundred years later, a down-and-out painter appears on the scene...

"Witness the Lord! I am a noble of Holy Rome, a noble of the Council of Nuremberg! I ask for the treatment of nobility that I deserve! ... Merciful Lord Sipangu, I beg you, grant me the mercy that I deserve! My family will send Come here and pay the proper ransom for me! ...My father-in-law is the Governor of the Azores of the Kingdom of Portugal. He will also send a fleet 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 knowing the current situation, and shouted loudly with an anxious look on his face. Xiu Maoying was very interested and asked the two boatswain Bartomelo and Chachu, also known as "Amei" and "Agou", the red-haired teapots, to 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? It seems that the large evil tribes in the East China Sea are in close contact with each other!

"What did he say? He wanted 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 a magical weapon of Thunder, a four-legged riding beast and a farming beast! ...Huh? What did he say? As long as it can be connected with the family's ships, it will be easy to negotiate, whether it is weapons, armor, artillery, horses, or sheep. ?…”

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 is a way to lure the fleet sent by the demons to a designated battlefield that can be prepared in advance... then none of the white-skinned demons who arrive can even think of escaping!

However, when asked specifically when will the "evil ship" come and where will it appear? Scholar Martin was hesitant and hesitant, making firm promises and being unable to give anything!

After all, this time the Portuguese exploration fleet went to sea, and it was only after a narrow escape that they encountered this "barbaric and cunning" native kingdom. At the moment, he was not sure whether Bruno could return alive. On the other hand, even if the other party returns to Portugal alive, will he truthfully report his capture? I’m afraid it’s hard to say! Given the evil nature of those captains and sailors, they would inevitably choose an excuse with the least responsibility, such as reporting the news of his death...

Ransom, ransom, if his family can't get news of his capture, then where will there be ransom? And even if the family really got the news about him, across the ocean, would anyone really risk their lives to come to the native kingdom to redeem him? You know, he also 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 evil 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 Cha Bo 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? You ask what is a sacrifice and what is a sacrifice? Haha! Look at this shell, it is you! And the sacrifice is... like prying this shell, cut you open in two, take out your heart and lungs! Kaka Kakaka!…”

"!!"

Under the horrified gaze of scholar Martin, Bosun Chachu broke open the shell, took out the shellfish inside, and stuffed it directly into his mouth! Then, he smiled and chewed hard, making a "click" sound, like a vicious dog that eats people without spitting out 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, facing such a terrible ending described in the description, facing the "devil's natives", the fear in scholar Martin's imagination was rapidly defeating his reason! After just a moment of conversation, he was so frightened by the brutal Cha Chu that he trembled 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!... "

"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 scared to death with snot and tears? ! I wonder how frightened he will be when he gets to the altar, right? He’ll be so scared that he’ll even urinate. That scene is really ugly!”

Boatswain Chachu and Bartomelo each said one word, waving sharp scimitars to intimidate this rare HRE noble. As the lowest level sailors in the world of God, they never lack the cruelty of killing, let alone jealousy and hatred towards hereditary nobles!

You know, in the eyes of the hereditary nobles of Europe, the upper class nobles and the lower class civilians are separated by heaven and man. Their ant-like lives are only worth a dozen to dozens of silver coins in compensation. And now, whether they were forced or not, they finally escaped completely from the strict traditional order of the Catholic world!

At this moment, after they took 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 squire from a distinguished family, you must be gentle even the slightest bit! …

"No! I am a true noble, you can't kill me!... Merciful Lord, please!... I am a useful scholar!... Don't eat me... Ouch!..."

"Huh?! This blond evil demon noble chief looks fair and clean. He can't be beaten at all?... He seems to be better than the 'devout priest' caught before and the 'valiant knight' caught this time. Much weaker!…"

Xiu Maoying's eyes flashed, looking at the frightened scholar Martin who collapsed, obviously thoughtful. He waited patiently for a moment until the two bosuns finished threatening him, and then asked in a deep voice.

"Amei, Agou! What else did this cowardly evil devil confess?..."

"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 with a bright mind who knows a lot of things?... 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 for 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-pound cannon fell into the sea. It is very deep and heavy and cannot be fished out. Come up!…”

"If you can find a way to retrieve 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, my lord!...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' , cut it into five pieces like a sheep, then take out the heart and lungs, and then 'kaka kaka kaka'..."

“!!!…”