"Oh! A sudden increase in the demand for spices by the City-State? By how much?…What! Yahweh, triple what it used to be?!…Tsk tsk, the profits from the Peninsula's Holy War are surprisingly rich? The merchants from various Apennine states have surely made a fortune!…Hmm, as the strongest commercial City-State among them, our Republic of Venice should claim the biggest piece of the cake. Surely we have earned hundreds of thousands of Ducats, right?…"
"Haha! Isaac, you are one of the Guild's managers, one of the parliament's insiders, so I won't hide it from you… the profit from this Holy War is roughly this amount!…"
In the small building by the harbor, the old knight Lorenzo was sipping red wine and discussing the profits of the Peninsula's Holy War with Jewish merchant Eliyahu. He smiled with contentment, raising a single finger, causing Eliyahu to gasp in disbelief and speak in a low voice.
