2026-02-16
1 小时 16 分钟My name is Martin.
I'm a soldier of Spain and that's it.
Most of my life I've spent fighting for land, treasure and the cross.
I'm worth millions.
Soon I'll be dead and they'll bury me out here in Peru.
The land I help ruin as a boy.
This story is about ruin, ruin and gold.
More gold than any of you will ever see.
Even if you work in a counting house.
I'm gonna tell you how 167 men conquered an empire of 24 million.
And then things that no one has ever told.
Things to make you groan and cry out I'm lying.
And perhaps I am.
The air of Peru is cold and sour like in a vault.
And wits turn easier here.
even than in Europe.
But grant me this, I saw him closer than anyone and had cause only to love him.
He was my altar, my bright image of salvation.
Francisco Pizarro.
And the only wish of my life is that I'd never seen him.