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He couldn't help but take a deep breath, a trace of erratic worry floating in his eyes.

He was thinking, if he didn't go to Tripoli, where else could he go? Only in large ports could there be wealthy merchants with enough strength to eat their own goods.

You must know that the animal skins, American ginseng, deer antler velvet, etc. brought back from the Americas are all luxuries, and small and medium-sized ports cannot afford to consume, and very few merchants will go to those ports to purchase luxury goods, and even if they have, they cannot buy goods worth millions of silver coins at one time, which means that they have to travel to several ports.

This turn, at least a few months, he doesn't have that time.

As an excellent captain with nearly a decade of experience, he knows a lot about the history of world navigation, if not completely.

Walking along the path from the gate to the castle, the chatter of the noble ladies in his ears was whispered, and he relied on his memory, little by little.

In the Middle Ages, there were many large ports in Europe, such as Marseille in France, Antwerp in Belgium, and Amsterdam and Rotterdam in the Netherlands.

The problem is that these big ports, all on the other side of the European continent, want to go over either by land or again through the Strait of Gibraltar into the Atlantic Ocean and sail north.

By land, the current war is raging, and it will definitely be robbed by the army.

By sea, on the other side of the Strait of Gibraltar, Portugal and Spain are fighting against each other, not to mention that there is such a big enmity with Portugal, if it is bumped into, not only will the goods not be saved, but it will be buried at the bottom of the sea.

Then, you have to go to the big ports in the Mediterranean, and there are three options besides Venice: Cairo, Constantinople (the capital of the Byzantine Empire, present-day Istanbul) and Athens.

However, as soon as he thought of this, he heard the man speak again, and there was a hint of schadenfreude in his melancholy tone.

"Alas, I may have to stay at home for the past half a year, do you know how chaotic it is outside? Not to mention Tripoli, even Cairo is about to be defeated by the West Asian barbarians, how can there be any business to do! Those once unbeatable rich businessmen have long since lost their sight of where to hide!"

Hearing this, Zheng Fei bowed his head slightly and clenched his fists.

Damn!, he cursed in his heart.

The Barbarians of West Asia must refer to the Ottoman Turkish Empire, which spanned the three continents of Europe, Asia and Africa for hundreds of years, cutting off the land trade between the East and Europe, which contributed to the revitalization of the European maritime industry.

After thinking about it, he smiled as naturally as he could, and called out to the person in front of him, "Hey, are you in maritime trade?"

He needed to hear some more news.

The man turned around, looked him up and down, showed a merchant's smile, and said, "That's right, I'm the second son of the Abrahamic family, Daniel, and the only one in the entire family who does maritime trade, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

As he spoke, Daniel held out his hand seemingly in a friendly manner.

"Coincidentally, so did I. Zheng Fei shook his hand and said, paused for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Do you want to go to Constantinople to get rich? ”

Hearing him say this, Daniel's eyes were surprised, and he stared at him with a strange gaze, and said: "Don't you know that Constantinople has fallen for almost ten years?

Byzantium, dead!

The news he learned suddenly shocked Zheng Fei and was stunned.

On May 29, 1453, about ten years ago, the Ottoman Turkish Empire captured Constantinople, the capital of Byzantium, and the last emperor, Constantine XI, was killed in battle, and the Byzantine Empire, which had stood in Europe for more than a thousand years, came to an end.

During the reign of the Ottoman Empire, the two great cities of Constantinople and Athens gradually declined, and they lost their original glory.

If it weren't for the frequent wars, the once glorious civilization of the Mediterranean coast would have responded to the call of the Great Voyage in the next two centuries, and in that case, I am afraid that it would not be the turn of Portugal, Spain, the Netherlands, and the legendary empire on which the sun never sets.

Stepping on the gravel path, Zheng Fei gasped.

With the fall of Byzantium, all the large ports in the Mediterranean region had been conquered by the Ottoman Empire, the people had been ravaged by foreign minions, and the cities had long been destroyed beyond recognition.

The only thing left is Venice, a medieval commercial powerhouse.

That batch of goods can only be sold in Venice.

The result is truly fascinating.

After clearing his mind and understanding his difficult situation, Zheng Fei smiled incredibly, and it was from the bottom of his heart.

In his senses, adversity is much more interesting and interesting than good!

In this case, it was necessary to think carefully about what to do, and he looked up at Duke Abraham who was walking at the front of the line, and at the gate of the castle that was getting closer and closer.

Pregnant. The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned.

Inspiration is always so gratifying.

Two servants respectfully pushed the castle gates, and with a creaking sound, the gate slowly opened, revealing the scenery inside.

The empty hall, bright and not at all dim, is facilitated by the numerous windows in the walls, which, unlike other medieval Europe, are wide and large, probably designed by the owner himself.

On the right side of the hall is the family dining place, with a huge dining table that can seat nearly 100 people, second only to the dining table of the royal family.

On the left is the reception area, where there are some elaborate sofas and coffee tables by the window, where guests can sit comfortably and discuss things with a glass of fine red wine.

Once in the hall, the Duke sat down on the couch, still with the pipe in his mouth, staring out the window and mist, silent.

Old guy, he likes to play tricks. Zheng Fei thought secretly, smiled indifferently, and sat on the sofa, Santiago and Ares, two competent bodyguards, stood on either side of him without orders, and as for the rest of the people, they went to "visit" the manor as originally planned.

The aristocratic ladies of the water-based poplar flowers are happy to take them on a tour, even if they go into the boudoir to visit, they will never mind.

"Let's go to my room and have a look~" The girl took Pete's arm and smiled coquettishly.

Pete has never experienced this, glanced at the girl's graceful figure, swallowed his saliva, suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and went upstairs to take advantage.

Actually, it was the girl who wanted to borrow him to play, after all, it was better than a cucumber.

Hearing their conversation, Santiago squinted at the past and grimaced with a bitter face.

The old duke also heard this, and pinched his pipe vigorously, and his face turned pale. The daughter actually said such unreserved words in the presence of guests, which was simply insulting to the reputation of the family.

In order not to continue to be embarrassed, he had to be the first to speak and draw the attention of the guests.

"Hey, what's the drink?" he smirked.

[This chapter involves the historical timeline, I checked a lot of information, and I couldn't finish it in time in the morning, so I took a nap and wrote it ~] (To be continued.) )