Aztec Eternals

In August 1484, the capital of the Kingdom of Portugal, the ancient and new city of seven hills, Lisbon.

In this era, Lisbon was an unmistakable European city. It is the capital of a kingdom of 1.5 million people, with more than 70,000 permanent residents and thousands of foreign business travelers. The ancient Sintra Palace is located on the Sintra Mountains in the north of the city, which is the real power center of the kingdom, and also houses an ambitious and strong king.

In the south of the capital, a long and quiet river flows gently. This is the mother river of the Kingdom of Portugal, the Tejo River. The Tejo River originates from the central mountains of the Iberian Peninsula and travels westward, through high forested mountains, through woodlands surrounding pastures, and across the border between the two kingdoms. It irrigates the seaside plains densely populated with farmland, nourishes the suburbs of the city dotted with orchards, and finally arrives at this prosperous and prosperous seaside city, where it joins the Atlantic Ocean.

At the estuary where the Tejo River meets the sea, there is a prosperous seaside commercial port. Merchant ships, war ships, exploration ships, hundreds of sailboats are moored here, waiting for nobles, merchants, and civilians, and the bustling flow of people shuttles and trades here. If you look closely, you can also see hundreds of robust slaves with dark skin, bowing their heads tamely, sweating profusely, unloading a large number of goods.

In the hot sun, Bruno was wearing a brand-new robe with a collar and a few sharp sailors with short knives, and hurried to the port.

Seeing his noble attire, merchants and local fishermen from all over the country turned to avoid him. Only a few drunk sailors in short coats staggered forward. The drunkards muttered unpleasant swear words in their mouths, and extended their dark dirty hands to the well-dressed young nobles.

Bruno frowned. He raised his right foot, kicked him violently, and kicked the leading drunk to the ground. Then, several powerful sailors behind him cursed and rushed up. The savvy sailors held short knives upside down, and with blunt hilts, slammed the drunkards on the shoulders and backs, knocking them to the ground. Soon, the swear words turned into screams, and the screams turned into moans.

"Boss, these blind idiots, who don't know which merchant ship they came from, are running around like wild dogs without owners! Listening to their accent, they must not be natives of Lisbon. This time from the south, the devil After returning from the land, the sailors at the bottom have died too many, and they can’t make up for them in a short time. The fleet will soon go south to capture these idiots on our ship and use them as coolies?”

A strong and strong sailor stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, Bruno hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"Forget it. I have just married my beloved wife in the presence of Our Lady. Also, Sir Dias, the Royal Director, is in the fleet. He will lead a few scholars and missionaries down south with us. Sir's temper I If you haven't figured it out, leave them a way out!"

Hearing this, the aged sailor nodded obediently.

Running all the way, they just drove back from the far south town of Faro. Bruno, the son of a nobleman, has just married the widowed sister of Paul, the former boatswain, and has since become the sailors' own. And the son of the nobleman got news of the kingdom of John because he went deep into the native kingdom, and was awarded the lowest knighthood by the royal family. Then everyone had some respect for him and recognized him as the leader.

"Bah! If you are lucky, you have a small life!"

The young sailor kicked the drunken man on the ground hard and spat contemptuously. In this day and age, being caught as the lowest coolie on a ship and going to the terrifying Black Africa of the South is tantamount to a death sentence.

Hearing the words of the two, another savvy sailor took two steps closer and asked carefully.

"Head, what is this Royal Director, Sir Dias, what is it?"

"Ha, what's the background? He is a real noble, a royal knight as noble as the captain!"

Bruno laughed to himself. This kind of real aristocrat is not comparable to the illegitimate son of his illegitimate son.

"Sir Dias's father and grandfather were both nobles, and he was a senior navigator who followed Prince Enrique. He himself was deeply trusted by the king. He was both a noble royal knight, the head of the royal warehouse, and a current captain."

"Hey, boss, since you're the captain, why would you care about the lives of a few ordinary sailors!"

The aged sailor smiled. He turned his head, looked coldly at the drunken men still moaning on the ground, and then asked back.

"Ss, such an honorable person, also want to go south with us, to take risks where there are devils everywhere?"

"Sir Dias will not go deep into the devil's land. He once participated in the conquest of the Gold Coast. This time he went south to support the newly built Fort Elmina by the sea, after all, there is rich gold."

Speaking of which, Bruno's eyes gleamed with fear and longing.

Last time, he escaped from the devil's land with his own eyes. He even saw the devil's apostle in the world with his own eyes, and he had nightmares for almost a month. However, the rewards of this venture are also generous and staggering. The gems, gold and ivory he brought back sold for a good price in the Lisbon market. This money is not only enough for him to hold a decent noble wedding, but also allows him to buy a noble manor with an orchard on the outskirts of the capital.

If he followed the life trajectory of an ordinary civilian, he would not be able to collect such a large sum of money even after saving for three lifetimes. Not to mention that he was also knighted for his merits, finally got rid of his illegitimate child and became a true noble!

"Ss, gleaming gold, you are my cutest little baby! Head, this time going south, I have to make two more strokes!"

"Well, that's natural! With such a long voyage, there's always a chance."

The group of people talked in a low voice excitedly, and went to the south of the port, and soon came to a good deep-water berth. More than a dozen Caravelle sailing ships were lining up, and the kingdom's cross flag was flying high on the flagpole.

Bruenor got into the boat and rowed all the way to the flagship at the forefront. When he boarded the boat, he saw several well-dressed nobles gathered together, communicating in low voices with serious expressions. In the center surrounded by the crowd, there are two distinguished royal knight captains.

Bruno stepped forward cautiously, bowing his head in a salute from a distance.

"Respected Captain, Respected Sir Bartolomeudias! Noble Knight Brunocon, greetings to the Respected Royal Knights!"

Hearing the greeting, Captain Dio Gokang turned around, revealing a somber and determined face. Then, the gloom in his eyes dissipated a little, showing a gentle smile, and nodded slowly.

After two years at sea, Diogo returned to Lisbon in April and reported his voyage to the Palace of Sintra. The establishment of Fort Elmina made the court very satisfied, the discovery of the Kingdom of Congo surprised the nobles, and the exact news of Elder John's country shocked the entire kingdom!

King Joao II immediately summoned Captain Diogo and asked him what he had seen along the way. Then came the powerful Archbishop of Lisbon, Jorge da Costa. Soon, in just two weeks, Diogo was awarded the title of Royal Knight, enjoying the annual salary and giving the family crest!

"Bruno, come here."

Dio Gokang beckoned, then smiled and looked at another royal knight.

"Dias, this is my nephew, Bruno Kang. He went deep into the devil's land, met the Congolese chief who yearned for the Lord, and bravely won the Coptic Cross from the hands of the devil's apostles!"

"Oh? So heroic! Ha, what a good boy for my Awish!"

Dias laughed loudly and exclaimed in admiration. He is in his early thirties this year, in his prime, with a naturally serious face. It's just that the court life in Lisbon over the past few years has polished his edges and corners and made his smile amiable. He stretched out his hand and patted Bruno's shoulder kindly.

"Ha, I've seen you! Four months ago, you went to the Blatter Palace to submit new plant samples to the naturalists, and you received a large bounty."

Hearing the praise of the captains, Bruno was a little embarrassed at first, then flattered. He lowered his head and hurriedly saluted again.

Dias kept his smile unchanged and complimented him casually. Then, he said sternly.

"After the revered Archbishop has repeatedly checked the Coptic cross he brought back, he has already dispatched a special envoy in ecstasy to report to the Supreme Pope, Sistus IV. The envoy of the court's Annunciation has also arrived with the king's letter. Holy See. The good news has been spread first, the Pope's decree will come later, and the follow-up exploration is imminent!"

"Diogo, this time the king ordered you to go south to explore in such a hurry. He has deep hopes for you, and he is also under pressure from the Holy See! The iris of the cape looks to the end of the ocean, please don't disappoint the king's trust!"

Hearing this, Dio Gokang lowered his head resolutely, and bowed to the northeast of the Brat Palace.

"The Lord witnesses, I, Dio Gokang, swear by my life! This time I go south, I will explore the edge of the ocean, trace the source of the river, and look for the trace of the country of Elder John until the end of this life!"

The solemn oath echoed in the sea and the sky, and the flagship was suddenly quiet. Then, the priest on the boat took everyone to pray for a while, and then the nobles resumed their conversation again.

"Dias, not long after I returned to my country, I heard that the powerful Ottomans are in civil strife and have stopped the mission of entering the Balkans westward to find Elder John's country. Is it so urgent?"

"Blessed Mother! Diogo, although the terrible Fatih Sultan has died under the punishment of the Lord, but his attempt to send troops to invade the Italian peninsula four years ago has caused the entire Holy See to fall into long-term shock and anxiety .

Before his death, Fatih Sultan left behind a savage inheritance law of brothers fighting. The current civil strife in the Ottoman Empire is only a limited battle between the two heirs, and most of the real Pashas are not involved. The Sultan of Bayezit has achieved an absolute advantage, the civil strife will soon end, and the westward advance of the Ottomans will continue

The benevolent world of God is in jeopardy under the threat of the Ottomans, and it urgently needs the compatriots in the East who believe in God to lead the army to come to support! "

Hearing this, Diogo's face was heavy. He nodded slowly, the burden of the whole of God's world on his shoulders.

"However, the Ottomans in the eastern Mediterranean are far away. The invasion of the Ottomans is also a major concern of Pope Sistus in Rome and Emperor Frederick of the Holy Roman Empire. Dias, my old friend, human beings only need to do what they can. worry about things.”

Dias looked at his old friend for a moment, then smiled and advised.

"The great Prince Enrique once said to my grandfather: the future of our Portuguese is at sea, we only need to consider three things!"

Hearing the name of Prince Enrique, the deck was quiet again, and everyone looked at it together.

"We are located in the westernmost part of the God's world, and we are the iris clan on the seashore. Our first thing is to explore the sea! We will continue to go deep into the sea, explore the unknown world, and find the land without owners!

Our land is small, our race is limited in number, and we try to avoid strife on land. Our second thing, is the expansion of the sea! Do your best to control the islands in the sea, occupy the land along the coast, and expand our country. "

Speaking of which, Diass paused. His expression became extremely serious, and his voice became louder.

"The Castilians have blocked our eastern space, they have always been greedy for us. This last thing, beware of the Castilians! The Portuguese want to maintain their independence. The mountain people of Awish , fishermen and peasants, unite together and always be wary of the Castilians!"

Hearing this, the Portuguese sailors on the ship shouted and reconciled, and cursed the Castilians one after another. The nobles also humbly agreed.

"Dias, my friend. As a admirer of Prince Enrique, I can't agree more with your words. It's just that my heart is still confused. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Diogo nodded deeply. He approached Dias and asked cautiously in a voice that only two people could hear.

"You are the warehouse manager of the court, and you are deeply trusted by the king. What do you think of the Kingdom of Castile, or the Kingdom of Spain today? Although the idea of ​​Spanish-Portuguese merger is only a Spanish delusion, it seems to be in the kingdom of Castile. There is no lack of voices of approval in the court of

Hearing this, Dias's eyes flashed. He took a few steps towards the bow, Diogo followed closely, and the others did not keep up.

"Diogo, we all know that the great nobles of many kingdoms are not as strongly disgusted by the Castilians as the people at the bottom. They collude with the Spanish court, and they don't care about the future of the Portuguese, only their own. authority.

Luckily, the Blessed Virgin Mary! Respected His Majesty Joao has a long-term vision like a black kite, an ambition like a lion, and a will and ability to match it! His Majesty never wanted to live under people. On the contrary, for the Kingdom of Spain, he had further ambitions.

His Majesty's only direct son, Prince Alfonso, had entered into a sacred marriage with the eldest daughter of the Spanish kings, Princess Isabel, as early as a child."

Diassor paused and remained silent. Diogo's expression changed, and he nodded slowly. He changed the subject and continued.

"I hope everything goes according to His Majesty's plan. The Moors in the south of the peninsula have only the capital of Granada left, and the Spaniards are about to win the final victory of the reconquest. At that time, if there are no other major events to distract the Spaniards, The court of Madrid must have its greedy eyes upon us.

When that time comes, who will support us on land? Englishman? French? Or the Moors across the strait? "