Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 1926 1397: Heart and Guts, Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka!

"Oh Chief Divine! An Alaman, a worshipper of demons!..."Upon hearing the term "Alaman," Noble Scholar Martin's face suddenly changed, instantly identifying the speaker's identity—it must be a sheep herding Castilian!

In this late Middle Ages, different European languages vary greatly in their terms for "Germanic States," so much so that one's origin can be discerned just by listening.

Like Western Europe to the west of the German States, including France, Aragon, Castile, and Portugal, they refer to the "German States" as "Alamans," "Alemanians," "Alamanni!" This term's origin comes from the Germanic Alemanni Tribe that occupied the German region after the collapse of Western Rome.

In the south, the various Italian states, while referring to the "Germanic region" (Germany), also use the Latinized term "Teutons" (Tedeschi), preserving the legacy of Roman memory to a certain extent. Nations in Eastern Europe, on the other hand, habitually use the Slavic term "Niemcy," meaning "the mute who cannot speak." As for the German States themselves, they call themselves "Deutsch," meaning "people of the tribe"!

Regarding the famous term "Germanic," it actually originates from the ancient times of Rome at its peak and never solely refers to the "Germanic States," but also includes various invading barbarian tribes. As Ancient Rome perished, this generalized and somewhat derogatory term naturally disappeared from the mouths of invading European nations. It wasn't until it was rediscovered and endowed with a special racial meaning about five hundred years later, following the appearance of a destitute painter...

"Witness by the Almighty! I am a noble of Holy Roman and a noble of the Nuremberg Parliament! I request to receive due noble treatment!... Merciful Lord Cipangu, I implore you to grant me the benevolent treatment I deserve! My family will send someone to pay the ransom due for me!... My father-in-law is the Governor of the Azores for the Kingdom of Portugal, he will also send a fleet with rich rewards to ransom me!..."

"Holy Mother! Please help me translate this to the Chieftain of Cipangu! Friend, Castilian friend! When my family ransoms me, I will certainly give you satisfying rewards too!..."

After a moment of shock, Scholar Martin immediately grasped the last straw. Switching rapidly to Castilian and desperately lowered his stance, he loudly shouted with urgency. Xiu Maoying, with interest, allowed the Red-haired Chabo's two Boatswain Bartomele and Qia Chu, also known as "Ah Mei" and "Ah Gou," to translate the words of this "Evil Demon Chief."

"A noble from a Great Tribe of the Alamanni? On the ship of a port Great Tribe, yet belonging to another Great Tribe? These two Great Tribes are thousands of miles apart, and do not border on each other? Truly strange, what's the connection? It seems, among the East Sea Continent's Evil Demon Great Tribes, contact between each other is quite close!..."

"He said what? He wants to pay ransom to exchange himself back?... Haha! 'Ransom'? How much 'gold' can his tribe offer? The Kingdom never lacks gold! What the Kingdom lacks, are weapons and armor like before, Thunderbolt's magic artifacts, and riding beasts and plowing beasts!... Hmm? He said what? As long as he can connect with his family's ships, weapons and armor, cannons, firearms, horses and cattle, all can be negotiated?..."

Upon hearing Scholar Martin's casual promises, Xiu Maoying raised his eyebrows, a flash of excitement on his face. He actually didn't hope for any serious "ransom trade" with the Evil Demon Fleet. But if there was a way to lure the fleet dispatched by the Evil Demon into a chosen, well-prepared battlefield...then none of these arriving white-skinned demons would escape!

However, when asked exactly when would the "Evil Demon ships" arrive, where would they appear? Scholar Martin stammered, giving no firm promises at all!

After all, this Portugal exploration fleet went to sea, knowing it was a perilous venture, only managing to find this "barbaric and cunning" Native Kingdom. Right now, on one hand, he is unsure whether Bruno can return alive. On the other hand, even if he returns alive to Portugal, will he honestly report his capture? It's challenging to say! Given the evil nature of those captains and sailors, they would certainly choose a statement with the least responsibility, perhaps reporting his death...

Ransom, ransom, if his family doesn't receive word of his capture, where would the ransom come from? And even if the family indeed receives his news, across ten thousands miles sea, would someone really risk their life to come to the Native Kingdom and ransom him? You have to know, he also has brothers who can inherit the wealth...

At this moment, Scholar Martin was completely unconfident; his face turned grey. Xiu Maoying, observing the Golden-haired Demon Chief's expression, shook his head in slight disappointment.

"Witness by the Chief Divine! This Golden-haired Demon is lying! No one will come to ransom him... He isn't a noble from the Portugal port Great Tribe, nor is he that important within the tribe! His final outcome is likely to be abandoned by the port Great Tribe!"

"Take him away! Give him a good wash, feed him two decent meals!... When the fleet returns to Iron Bay Town, a grand sacrificial rite to the Chief Divine will be held!... At that time, this Evil Demon Chief, along with another captured Evil Demon Warrior, will be the perfect sacrifices to the Chief Divine!"

Soon, Boatswain Qia Chu grinned widely, cheerfully repeating the Priest's words. He even performed Chabo's earlier intimidating expressions in front of Scholar Martin.

"Lord Priest said... You are sacrifices offered to the Chief Divine! Before the sacrificial rite, you will be fed well and cared for!"

"What? You ask what is a sacrifice, what is the sacrificial rite? Haha! Look at this shell, it's you! And the sacrificial rite is... like prying this shell open, splitting you in two, digging in and ripping out your heart and lungs! Clack clack clack clack clack!"

"!!"

Under the horrified gaze of Scholar Martin, Sailor Chief Qia Chu tore open the shell, pulled out the meat inside, and stuffed it directly into his mouth! Then, he chewed forcefully while making a "crack" sound, just like a vicious dog that eats people without spitting out bones!

"Ah! No!! You can't eat me! You can't eat me!! I'm a Shenluo noble, I deserve noble treatment! I am nobility!!..."

At this moment, faced with such a terrifying outcome as described, faced with the "Demon Natives," the imagined fear within Scholar Martin was quickly breaking down his rationality! After just a brief conversation, he was frightened to the point of trembling all over by the ferocious Qia Chu, even to the extent of tears spilling over!

"No! You can't do this!... I am a Shenluo noble, I am a scholar of the Portuguese Court!... I not only have a lot of wealth, but I also have a vast amount of knowledge!... Yes! You will definitely need me, need my intelligent mind!..."

"Haha! Eating nobles like you, masters like you!... Speaking of which, after drifting at sea for so many years and killing so many people, I've never slaughtered such tender-skinned noble masters!..."

"Tsk tsk! Holy Father of Wezi! He's different from the fake Columbus, he's a real noble master!... Unexpectedly, such a high-standing noble master would be scared into snot and tears?! I wonder, when he's truly on the sacrificial Divine Platform, how scared would he be? Won't he even be scared to piss himself? That scene would be quite ugly!..."

Sailor Chief Qia Chu and Bartomele, each waving a sharp scimitar, threatened this rare Shenluo noble. As sailors from the lowest layer of the Catholic World, their hearts were never short of the cruelty of killing, nor of jealousy and hatred towards hereditary nobles!

One must know, in the eyes of hereditary nobles of Europe, the lives of upper nobles and lower commoners are separated by heaven and earth, their ant-like lives are worth only mere compensation of a few dozen silver coins at most. And now, whether by choice or force, they had finally broken free from the strict and solidified traditional order of the Catholic World!

At this moment, after pledging allegiance to the powerful and ferocious Native Kingdom, the sharp scimitar in their hands, when facing the nobility of the Catholic World, would not hesitate any more than the rebelling Ming Army during the Wu Bridge Mutiny, when facing local gentry!...

"No! I'm a real noble, you can't kill me!... Merciful Almighty, I beg you!... I am a useful scholar!... Don't eat me... boo!..."

"Huh?! This golden-haired Evil Demon Chief looks clean and fair, can't fight at all?... He seems even softer than that 'Devout Priest' we caught earlier, and that 'Valiant Knight' we got this time!..."

Xiu Maoying's eyes flickered, looking at the terrified Scholar Martin, clearly pondering. He patiently waited for a moment, until the two sailor chiefs finished their intimidation, then asked in a deep voice.

"Ah Mei, Ah Gou! What else did this cowardly demon confess?..."

"Ah! Lord Priest! This guy just said... he's an intelligent scholar! He's willing to use his brain to serve you and the mighty Kingdom!..."

"Hmm? A scholar who knows a lot, with a smart mind?... He's a scholar?!..."

Upon hearing this, Xiu Maoying's eyes lit up, his face becoming lively. He pondered for a moment, staring at the frightened Martin, asking word by word.

"You said, you're a scholar?... In witness of the Chief Divine! I happen to have a tricky problem right now to test your wisdom! Your 8-pound cannon fell into this sea, it's very deep and heavy, can't be retrieved!..."

"If you can find a way to retrieve this cannon! Then I'll recognize your identity as a scholar, acknowledge your wisdom, and let you serve the Kingdom!..."

"Otherwise, the consequence of deceiving the Chief Divine is not just a simple sacrifice!... Ah Gou, tell him what I said, word for word!"

"Yes, my lord!... Foda-se! Lord Priest said! If you can retrieve the 8-pound cannon, you'll be spared! If not... then you'll be scalded and cleaned, chopped into five parts like slaughtering a sheep, heart and guts removed, and then 'crack crack crack'!..."

"!!!..."