Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

12th February 1659

Akhand Bharatiya Empire, the state of Cheranadu, Thiruvananthapuram

Moshe Goldstein had almost fully recovered from his illness and was already out and about. Currently, he was on the deck of the ship, looking at the mesmerizing scenery of hundreds of large naval vessels entering and leaving the port.

Moshe could see a lot of European vessels in the port, recognizing almost all of the flags. However, what caught him by surprise were the large Bharatiya vessels that dwarfed almost all the European ships. Just by sight alone, Moshe could tell that these ships were definitely in the displacement range of 1,500 tonnes.

Moshe was surprised. He knew that the Bharatiya Empire had a strong naval force of its own, but staying in Europe, apart from hearing about the Pune-class ships that were quite popular there, he and, for that matter, anyone else had no actual measure of the Bharatiya Empire's naval strength. But seeing how the Bharatiya Empire was able to manufacture such behemoths, Moshe Goldstein finally understood the sheer power of the Bharatiya Empire. He immediately realized that if the Bharatiya Empire chose to compete for interests with the continent of Europe in colonialism, no single European kingdom or empire would be able to resist its might.

If it were before, the growth of the Bharatiya Empire might have made him worried for Europe. But now that he had decided to completely leave behind Europe and fight for the elusive dream of an independent Jewish nation, he couldn't help but feel very happy.

"Mr. Moshe Goldstein, we are going to move forward. Please brace yourself," the sailor of the merchant ship informed in the Bharati language.

Moshe Goldstein naturally could not understand it, but when he decided to emigrate to the Bharatiya Empire, he put some effort into learning the local language. Although he was still unable to converse fluently in the Bharati language, he could piece together the nouns and verbs to understand their meaning.

Moshe Goldstein immediately tightened his grip on the wooden railing and nodded his head with firm determination. The sailor understood and quickly left.

In fact, Moshe Goldstein had yet to get over his trauma of the ocean—he had almost died, after all. Every time he saw a large body of water or waves, it made him unconsciously nervous. However, as the saying goes, what does not kill you only makes you stronger.

For some reason, after Moshe Goldstein recovered from his illness, his body, which was previously not used to sailing and frequently seasick, adapted pretty quickly. If it had been before, he would have needed to vomit a few times a week and sleep most of the time, but now he didn't even get the sense of nausea he constantly used to experience.

The sails, which had been tied up to the mast, were immediately opened. The winds flowing into the Bharatiya Empire through the Arabian Sea quickly pushed the merchant ship forward.

Moshe Goldstein felt a strong tug when the boat started to move, but fortunately, he had held the railing tightly. In the blink of an eye, the boat started to close in on the port.

Moshe Goldstein could now see the various ships at a much closer view. He couldn't help but notice the difference between the ships made in the Bharatiya Empire and Europe. Beyond the obvious differences in practical design philosophy, Moshe Goldstein was more drawn to the aesthetic differences between Bharatiya ships and European ships.

Bharatiya ships contained all sorts of carvings of what he could only describe as strange human figures, which, according to his knowledge of the Bharatiya Empire, he guessed were deities. European ships, on the other hand, often featured simple designs of women, sometimes even naked women.

From this small detail alone, Moshe could tell that the Bharatiya Empire was more reserved in such matters. It wasn't that he thought the sailors of the Bharatiya Empire didn't need an outlet for such desires—no, after all, Moshe had already seen the sailor of the ship hiding an image of a beautiful naked woman in a corner.

All he noticed was the cultural differences on how people perceived things.

In the end, he found the reservedness strange, considering that the population of the Bharatiya Empire was much larger compared to any kingdom or empire in Europe.

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Moshi Goldstein and Rajko Durril thanked the captain of the merchant ship and got down at the port of Thiruvananthapuram.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Standing at the dock, looking at the hustle and bustle around them, Moshi Goldstein and Rajko Durril were very confused.

"Hey, Mr. Moshi, do you know where we are supposed to go?" Rajko asked, with a clueless expression on his face.

"Huh, I don't know. The guide bringing us to the Bharatiya Empire was supposed to be responsible for such matters, but since we delayed our travel by a day, we couldn't come with our guide," Moshi said.

Hearing the response, Rajko was a little nervous, but he immediately calmed down. He looked around to see if there was any sign he could recognize, but unfortunately, there wasn't any. Just as he was feeling restless, he overheard two men conversing in Germanic.

"Fortunately, I had ordered my cargo before the two massive construction projects, so there wasn't any price hike for me."

"Tsk, lucky fellow. I have no choice but to pay 30% extra compared to the products you bought."

Suddenly, Matthias Fischer and Lukas Schäfer, who were chatting with each other about their business, were interrupted by a man with unusual features.

The man was tall, at least 6 feet 5 inches, and his physique was lean yet strong. His facial features were firm and sharp like those of a German, as were his eyes, containing a light blue hue. However, the color of his skin caught them off guard, as there was a hint of light brown in his complexion, indicating his ethnic identity.

"Excuse me, sir's, we just arrived in Thiruvananthapuram. If it isn't too much trouble, could you please show us the way to the place immigrants from Europe are received?" the man asked with a respectful expression on his face.

Hearing the man's fluent Germanic, his origin and identity were almost immediately confirmed, and this confirmation made Matthias Fischer and Lukas Schäfer look at each other in bewilderment.

'Well, this is quite unexpected—that we got to witness a Germanic gypsy in the Bharatiya Empire of all places,' they thought, with surprised expressions on their faces.

'So the rumour of the Bharatiya Empire taking in the Romani and the Jews is true then? Interesting..' Lukas Schäfer thought as he stroked his chin. He not only saw the gypsy who had asked the question but also the duo who stood a few feet away. Noticing the cap alone, Lukas could tell the man was Jewish.

If it had been in Europe, both of them would have ignored the question asked by the gypsy. But they were in the Bharatiya Empire where the rules are extremely protective of its own people, so even though the Gypsy and the Jew might not know about the local rules and customs, Lukas and Matthias couldn't afford to be caught by the local authorities in the act of discrimination. In such a case, they would lose their merchant licenses to trade with the Bharatiya Empire for a whole month and have to spend two days in jail.

So even though both Matthias and Lukas knew that the chances of the Gypsy and Romani complaining about them after they learned the rules of the Bharatiya Empire were very small, they couldn't take the chance.

Matthias stepped forward to help. "No problem, little brother, let me help you," he said with a smile on his face.

This caught Rajko off guard. He had already expected his request to be rejected by the high and mighty white Germans, but who would have thought they would be so amiable?

With the guidance of Matthias Fischer and Lukas Schäfer, Rajko and Moshe finally made it to the place where the immigrants arrive. In fact, the place was not too far away; it was only a three-minute walk. But Rajko and Moshe still felt very thankful for the help provided by the German merchants. If it hadn't been for their help, they would have had to run around like headless chickens and waste a lot of time.

"Thank you for your help. Really, could you tell me your names so that I can repay this favour formally on another occasion?" Rajko asked with a sincere expression on his face.

But sadly, the answer he received was the same as he had gotten a few times before. "No need to repay the favour. We are all from the German region anyway, so it is only natural that we try to help each other in a foreign land."

"Alright, good luck to you both. We have important matters to tend to. Goodbye for now."

Looking at the retreating backs of the two Germans, Rajkot felt disappointed. 'what a pity,' he thought. Meanwhile, Goldstein frowned, feeling as though the men were actually trying to run away from them as if they were some sort of plague.

P.S. Had the same work as yesterday and have a marriage to attend to, Sorry only 1