Don Bavi, who was being remembered by Philip, was now in a farmhouse not far from Seville, and in front of him was a very fine bottle, which was transparent, but a connoisseur would immediately tell that this strange-looking vessel was not made of glass, but of a single piece of natural crystal.

The base of the bottle is edged with gold, and three huge gemstones of red, blue and green are used as the bottle feet, and under the illumination of the light, the whole crystal bottle is viewed from different directions, exuding a mysterious light with different colors.

Such a piece of art, which is almost a work of art, is undoubtedly precious, and even Don Bavi cannot help but be fascinated by this treasure.

A businessman-like man stood quietly watching Don Bavi, and a slight smile hung on his lips as he carefully stroked the smooth, rounded edge of the bottle with his hand.

"My lord, such things are precious, but I can assure you that we can get more of them, and that the wealth of the new colonies is completely beyond the expectations of all of us, and many of those who have been there think that perhaps we have found only a pitiful few."

"Yes," Don Bavi said, putting the bottle down and looking at the merchant, "do you think the new colony is really worth the risk?" ”

"I think you already have the answer, don't you," the merchant laughed a little presumptuously, "If it weren't for that, it's hard for me to imagine why you would do such a terrible thing, you're the Duke of Buharanse, and you're hiding in a place like this now," the merchant said, turning around and looking around, the farmhouse did look a little shabby, and it was obvious that no one would believe that a duke lived in such a place, but Don Bavi did live here, and had been for some time. We all know you've had a rough time lately, but I'm sure it's only temporary. ”

Looking at the businessman's smiling face, Don Bavi nodded slightly, he knew very well what this businessman was doing, and he also knew who this person was hooking up with, but he didn't want to pursue this matter, after all, many things still didn't know better.

"I bought this cup," said Don Bavi, waving his hand, not in the least discouraged by the fact that he was in such a place, and motioned to his attendant standing in the corner to fetch the money, and then leaned forward slightly and said to the merchant, "I need you to prepare for me a good enough batch of jewels, I mean those who are both precious and special, and these people whom I am going to put to good use are not so easy to dispose of, and I will be very unhappy if I do not satisfy them." ”

The merchant nodded in understanding, and he didn't want to ask Don Bavi what he was going to do with those things, after all, the Duke of Bukhalanse actually met with him in such a place, and that was enough to make people think too much.

It was already dark when the merchant came out of the farm, and he got into a carriage and headed out into the city, and Don Bavi had paid him enough money for the business, and a little left, and then he had to go to another place and sell the rest of his goods, which was a hard but staggering profit.

As for what to do with the money earned, the merchant did not intend to care, because after all, he was only a broker in the middle.

Looking at the money box that was swaying back and forth with the carriage beside him, the merchant licked his lips, it was not that he didn't want to swallow the money alone, in fact, he had this idea when he ran this business for "those people" for the first time before, but when he saw the fate of other people who did this, he finally gave up this too dangerous idea after hesitating for a long time.

The businessman didn't know who the people he was working with, but he did know who they were.

The merchant shivered slightly at the thought of them and their leader, not knowing whether it was fear or cold, and then he wrapped his robe tightly and shrank into the corner of the carriage, closed his eyes and took a nap.

He knew he had to take care of himself, because he had a lot of energy to do.

In the morning, there was a faint mist on the lowlands of McGreen, and because of the low terrain, the morning fog was always the thickest, and the houses in the streets and the stones on the side of the road were covered with a thin layer of morning frost, and everywhere was white, even the filthy garbage on the streets, which made this dilapidated place look somewhat unbearable.

Several figures appeared in the street in the distance, and it wasn't long before they broke through the fog and reached the bottom of the two-story building on the McGlynn Lowlands with the sign "Merchant's Exchange."

Perhaps because they had come too early, the men had come together and whispered something, and as time passed, more and more people came outside the house.

"I don't know how lucky I was today," one muttered as he looked at the closed door expectantly, "I've been here a few times, but yes, I've had bad luck." ”

"That's why you're here so early?" Another asked, in a clearly sneering tone, "You know, if you don't have enough money, it's useless to live here all the time." ”

The sarcastic man glared at the other party angrily, he knew that this person was a guy with a very thick capital, and he had lost many times in his hands, in fact, many people here had suffered his losses.

There were already people walking around the street, and the people nearby just looked at the people who were guarding outside the house indifferently and went about their own business, and it was obvious that the vast majority of people knew very well that they probably wouldn't have anything to do with these people in their lives.

The heavy gate finally opened, and as the door opened, the group of people who had been waiting outside for a long time immediately swarmed into the two-story building.

As soon as they entered, they rushed to the hall at the end of the corridor with its small oval vault, and when they finally reached the hall and saw another group of people who had already entered early from the other side of the house, their eyes suddenly became full of enthusiasm, eagerness, and passion that could easily be misunderstood.

They walked towards those people, while trying to find someone they knew or heard of, and as soon as they were sure of their target, they would rush forward, and if anyone else had the same prey as them, then a fierce competition would begin among them.

Unfortunately, the man who came early in the morning and wanted to try his luck on this day was not favored by God, and the business he tried to negotiate several times was robbed by others, which made him wonder if he was really not good at business.

A tired-looking merchant walked into the hall, he looked around and walked to a pillar and leaned against the pillar to look at the people inside, he was a regular visitor here, so just a little look to know which people seemed to quarrel a lot, but in the end they should still be able to negotiate a deal, and which people seemed to be sincere on both sides, but in fact they were probably going to break up soon.

The man shook his head, bored with these people.

He was a broker, working for those who could neither come here nor have their goods in public, and that was why he had a better vision than the others, otherwise what awaited him would be more than the whips with leather spikes he had seen.

The man who had not been able to negotiate a deal before saw the broker, who was also hiding on the sidelines, and he walked over to say hello, and then leaned against the pillar and looked at the people in the hall.

"Looks like you're out of luck."

Hearing the words of the person next to him, this person turned around a little angrily and wanted to refute a few words, but when he saw the small bag of gold coins that the other party suddenly took out, the expression on his face became hesitant: "What, do you have any business to do with me?" ”

"It's a big deal," the broker smiled at the businessman about his own height, "and we can talk about it separately if you want." ”

The merchant hesitated, he knew that the so-called one-on-one conversation was a private sale between the two parties without going through the exchange, and the advantage of doing so was that he could save a lot of money, and the disadvantage was that he would be expelled from the exchange once he was discovered, so that he would never have the opportunity to do business here again.

"I have gold and precious stones from the new colony, but there are some things that the original owner did not admit," said the broker, muffling his voice, and seeing that the merchant seemed to be getting nervous, he lowered his voice and said, "Yes, some of my friends have goods from the sea, but they are not in a position to do the business themselves, so they came to me."

"You mean pirates?" The merchant's breath became shorter, of course he knew pirates, pirates were no strangers to many people in the exchange, and even some merchants who had gone to sea with ships had encountered pirates, but for this merchant who had only dealt with the owners of the ships after they came ashore, pirates were a little too far away.

The sudden claim that he could get the goods from the pirates made the merchant nervous and then excited.

Naturally, pirates' goods were looted, and the hatred of pirates by all the merchants who traded at sea made them the target of public criticism.

The attitude of pirates, both national and local chambers of commerce, is harsh, and it is even more intolerable for people to think that the thrilling life on the sea makes them precarious, and pirates are robbers who do the most dangerous professions.

This kind of harsh attitude towards pirates makes the pirates' lives not easy, and few pirates can end their lives well, and the things they rob are not easy to get rid of, so they always have to keep the price as low as possible, as long as they can get rid of it as soon as possible, and then take the money and leave the shore to return to the sea.

For pirates, only the sea is the safest.

It was this situation that made the merchant hesitate and contradict himself after hearing the scary word pirate, but finally decided to take the risk of dealing with this pirate pimp.

"I'm not going to pay a high price." The merchant kept muttering, as if reminding the other party not to think about making an extra profit from himself, "We all know that pirate stuff is troublesome, and if anyone knows that I take goods from them, I'll be in big trouble, so don't expect me to pay a higher price than others." ”

"Trust me, my friends just want to get their troubles out of the way as quickly as possible, so you don't have to worry about making a loss-making business." As he spoke, the broker turned back to his new partner and said, "And I myself want to get this business done as soon as possible and go back to sea, for land is not so friendly to them." ”

The broker's words reassured the merchant a little, and the merchant drew a cross as he walked excitedly, thinking that he might really be in the middle of the day.

Unbeknownst to him, this was his last prayer, and just as his hand left his chest, the broker who was walking in front suddenly turned around and stabbed a sharp dagger into the merchant's neck.

The merchant's eyes were open when he fell, and he did not understand why this man wanted to kill him until he died, after all, he did not have much money on him, and the other party did not even give him the opportunity to say where the money was put because of the punishment.

The broker quickly stripped off the unlucky merchant's clothes, and when he set his eyes on this man, he had already noticed that this man was about the same height and size as him, which made him think that this was a good opportunity that God had arranged for him.

Putting his clothes on the hapless merchant, then slashing the face with a knife, the broker gasped nervously as he looked at the corpse that had become so similar to himself.

He'd had had enough, the fear of working for the pirates had driven him insane, and more importantly, the wealth the pirates had brought with him from the new colonies.

Even if it's because the pirates can't get rid of what they have, the incredible wealth of the colony is enough to make a man do all the terrible things because of his red eyes.

That's why the broker decided to run away, and after giving the crystal cup to Don Bavi, he made sure that the pirates who were secretly following him had been relieved, and he went into action.

It wasn't hard to find someone of his size, and the exchange was obviously a good place to be, because the merchants were from all over Castile, and in this day and age, once out of the house, almost no one knew if it was possible that they would never return.

He's secretly hidden everything else the pirates have given him, so as long as one hides quietly, when the news of his "death" has passed, he can quietly come back and dig up those things, and then he can enjoy the riches.

He didn't even tell his family about it for the sake of secrecy, and everything seemed to be going so smoothly, and in the lowlands of McGreen, a very ordinary murder took place in a secluded place.

Shortly after the broker moved the corpse dressed like himself to the corner of the wall to make the murderer deliberately hide the crime, and then changed into the clothes he had prepared and quietly left the bloody alley, the two men walked out of the other side of the alley.

"I didn't expect you to be here, sir." One of them said to the young man who was walking in front.

"And I didn't expect to see someone actually beating your idea." Alexander crouched down next to the corpse, looking at the face that had been completely disfigured, Alexander couldn't help but shake his head at the murderer's cruelty, "James, it looks like you're going to have to find someone else to work for you." ”

Looking at the alley on the other side of the alley, which was gone, James Columbus nodded with a gloomy face.

As a colleague of Hayreddin, James believed he had been insulted by a broker.

"I know what to do," said James, looking at Alexander, "but why did you come to Seville, my lord?" ”

"I'm here to see my exchange." Alexander stood up and wiped the stains from his hands with a handkerchief, "Trust me James, you're not going to be a feared and annoying pirate soon," he said, looking at James and nodding, he said with satisfaction, "You're going to be a decent naval commander." ”