Chapter 1375: The Untreatable Poison! The Opening of a New Route!

"Boss! Damn it! Damn it! The natives' arrows are poisoned! Six sailors have been poisoned, and two of them are dead!..."

"What?! How could this happen? The native's arrows were so light that they only scratched the skin a little bit, but he died right away?..."

The Portuguese sailing ship adjusted its sails and turned towards the deep sea, avoiding the flower island of Martinique, the home base of the Caribbean. When the sails were full and the fleet began to speed up, the Caribbean canoes gradually failed to catch up. Soon, their shouts fell behind the boat, gradually getting farther in the east, until they disappeared in the eastern sky.

However, just as Bruno breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the urgent report from Boatswain Haroldo. He was frightened and angry, thinking of the thin arrows from the natives that had just been flying around, almost grazing his neck... He took a deep breath, stared at Haroldo's round, sweating face, and said sternly.

"Haroldo! Where is the poisoned sailor? Quick, take me to see it!... That's right! Let the scholars in the cabin come over to see... That's right! Ask the scholars to help and try your best to treat the wounded!..."

After a while, everyone gathered around the poisoned sailor with solemn faces. All these sailors looked stiff and lay down in a heap, letting everyone do what they wanted. They were obviously in good health, but they were motionless at this moment. They couldn't even move a finger, and even their pupils were a little dilated.

"Lord! This is a very powerful paralysis! Very weak breathing and heartbeat... strange! What poison did the natives use to be so powerful?... Hey! The color of this wound?!..."

Scholar Martin squatted next to the wounded, wrapped his hands in cloth, and carefully examined the wounded's wounds. These wounded people all had arrow wounds that broke the skin and showed blood, most of which were concentrated on the neck, chest or shoulders. Looking carefully, in addition to the red blood, the wound also had an undetectable color. Most of these colors are very light blue or green, but only the two dead sailors are an undetectable light yellow...

"O Lord! Little John's eyes widened!...Ah! He has run out of breath, and another one has died!..."

"Holy Mother! What on earth is this? Is it also a curse from the devil?..."

"It must be the devil! The natives here are indeed just like the southern continent, they are all evil devil worshipers!..."

"Damn! Can this devil's curse be contagious? Should we treat them all... huh?..."

In the corner, the smart Sushu took a careful look and quickly lowered his head. He gently touched his partner Ah Yue and whispered.

"Ayue, what kind of poison is this?..."

"...It's the frog poison of the Caribbean people...the small, colorful frogs in the woods..."

"Ah...frog poison?...Is there any help?...Eh? You!..."

Ah Yue pursed her lips and stared closely at the white-skinned shaman who was checking for injuries, quietly holding half of the thin frog poison arrow she had picked up in her hand. This toxin should be taken alive and used immediately. It can be kept sealed for a week. After being exposed to light and ventilation, it will be weak and disappear in a day. And now, it is when the thin arrows are still poisonous...

"No! Ah Yue...not now...no!..."

The smart Sushu shook his head vigorously, opened Ah Yue's fingers, and then quietly threw the thin arrow on the deck.

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Ah Yue was silent for a moment, looking at Shushu's anxious and worried expression. After a while, he nodded silently.

"...This kind of frog poison...has no antidote...it depends on the person...it also depends on the flying spirit..."

".Well! The flying spirit...not now...they are going to my hometown...live well and there will be a chance!..."

".good!…"

"Lord! Don't panic, don't panic! This is poison, it is not contagious!... The natives' thin arrows are coated with strange poison, let me study it carefully!..."

Scholar Martin frowned, picked up a few thin arrows from the natives with a piece of cloth, and got out of the cabin again. If this paralyzing poison could be brought back to Europe, it would be extremely valuable and have many uses. While Bruno ordered the sailors to treat him well, he followed closely behind the scholar. He looked around and saw that no one was around, then asked softly.

"Scholar Martin! Is this native devil poison really not contagious?..."

"No! This should be blood poison. As long as you are not injured and come into contact, it will not be poisoned! It is recorded in the history of the Crusades that the Egyptian army also had similar poisonous arrows... but they were never so poisonous! It's like a myth. The Eye of Medusa! ...It’s really strange, these naked natives look so barbaric and ignorant. How did they come up with poisonous arrows that are more poisonous than the Egyptians?”

"Uh, Scholar Martin...can those poisoned sailors...be saved?..."

"Oh! I don't know that either. This is a new continent that has never been recorded. The poisons of the natives here are naturally not recorded in the books. What's more, the different colors on the arrows probably are not the same kind of poison... Only the merciful Lord can save them!…”

The aristocratic scholar Martin shrugged uselessly. He had no ability to find an antidote for the sailors, nor did he have any such thoughts. He smiled slightly, looked at Bruno, and said softly.

"Captain Bruno, you are such a kind captain! However, those who are poisoned right now are only some low-level sailors. The Lord will take away their dead souls. You don't need to be sad! ...But you, as a noble of the kingdom, please take care of yourself. ! You need to wear thick leather armor to guard against the poisonous arrows of the natives!…"

At this moment, scholar Martin's smile was still polite, but in Bruno's view, it was inexplicably cold. This smile seems far away and very close at the same time, as if it comes from another world that is visible but hard to touch.

However, this is the reality of the Catholic world. Although the father of the scholar Martin, a councillor, died very early, Martin was still born into a truly wealthy noble family of the Holy Roman Empire, received the best education, and had almost the best connections! The starting point of his life was a noble Portuguese court scholar, then he married the beautiful daughter of the governor, and became an honorary scholar of the Nuremberg Parliament. Finally, after easily gaining great academic reputation, he enjoyed life in his own island manor...

Martin's Catholic aristocratic life was not in the same world as the lower-class Catholic people, and he didn't need to care about the lives of the lower-class people. If it weren't for the southern continental voyage he participated in when he was young, he would have had no intersection with Bruno. And in the aristocratic education he received, these lower-class people, since they did not have any noble blood, were not the "same kind of people" as aristocrats like him!

In fact, if we follow the Carolingian Code of the Holy Roman Empire, which was established 40 years later, and follow the recorded medieval cases... if a noble kills someone because of a "private dispute", and the victim is just a "free civilian" who "does nothing", then only a dozen to dozens of silver coins need to be compensated. But if the victim is a servant of another noble, then a higher and more noble compensation must be paid...

"God bless you! By the way, Captain Bruno, I have another good news for you! About the wealth of those natives..."

Seeing Bruno's complicated expression, scholar Martin pondered for a while and smiled to comfort him.

"I wonder if you have noticed... some natives have bright purple hair? And most natives have black hair..."

"Hmm? Purple hair?...Ah! You mean? The natives have... Phoenician purple?!..."

"Yes! Phoenician purple!..."

"Phoenician purple... Phoenician purple that is more valuable than gold!...Lord! Phoenician purple is produced here!!..."

Scholar Martin smiled and nodded, patting Bruno on the shoulder. Bruno's somewhat absent-minded face was full of surprise and gratitude at this moment!

At this moment, he completely forgot his previous emotions and his emotional resonance with ordinary sailors. Because he knew very clearly how much wealth was hidden in the scholar's short sentence, and how much real wealth could be given to him! And if such a discovery was written in the navigation report, how happy and satisfied King Joao would be, and give him more power and support!

"Thank you! Respected scholar Martin!"

"No, thank God!..."

"Yes! Thank God! Thank the merciful Him for guiding us to such a rich new world!..."

The candlelight shone on Bruno's weathered face, which had climbed up from the bottom with difficulty, and also illuminated the scholar Martin's warm, fair, and handsome face without any trace of weather.

At this moment, the two new and old nobles looked at each other with a look of mutual sympathy. And above their heads were the bloody planks and the death without wailing.

This is the opening of a new route! The golden route paved with the bones of the indigenous people and the blood of the lower-class sailors allowed the nobles of the European continent to step onto the peaks of the sky that they had never seen before! …