"How could that be the Castilian navy? How could they suddenly appear in Tagus Bay and ram toward the Portuguese port of Lisbon like madmen?... Lord above! Have the Catholic Monarchs of Iberia and King John II gone to war again?..."
Outside the port of Lisbon, the great Castilian ship charged in like a bull, while the Portuguese navy pursued from behind. Merchant vessels large and small along the way dodged in panic, the whole scene long since turned into ants on a boiling pot. The captains and sailors at sea cursed at the tops of their lungs, their faces full of alarm, and several ships collided with one another. The merchants and nobles on shore were struck dumb with astonishment, all stopping in their tracks and staring wide-eyed at this rare spectacle.
In the little building, the old knight Lorenzo clenched his fists, his expression extremely grave. After conquering the Moors of the peninsula, the Catholic Monarchs of Iberia held in their hands an army of unprecedented size. This Castilian land army was far stronger than the Portuguese land army. But once a great war broke out on the peninsula, the Portuguese would never sit and wait for death. The English would inevitably enter the war as Portugal's allies, while the French would also begin to stir restlessly, and the Church and the various states of Italy would all be dragged into it...
"Lord above! The City-State Republic does indeed hope to use the strength of the Kingdom of Castile to put pressure on the Kingdom of Portugal's coin-minting operation. After all, the power of gold coins absolutely cannot fall into Portuguese hands... We are also willing to support the Castilians in colonizing the Southern Continent, thereby bringing gold back to the commercial city-states... But a great war on