Arold asked the two master smelters to build a new and powerful warship, which made the two master smelters feel very strange, they are very professional masters of smelting, but shipbuilding is the business of shipwrights. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Lord Duke, we can design weapons for warships, this is our specialty." Master Newman said to Arrod.

"I know what you mean, but the kind of ship I've designed requires you to make a covered skin for it, you see." Arold walked over to a wooden table, opened a blank roll of parchment, and reached for a quill in an inkwell, both of which were expensive and could only be supplied unlimitedly at the smelting base.

"Oh?" The two smelting experts gathered around the wooden table, where they usually studied and improved their weapons and armor, but the first time they were here, Arold showed them the blueprints.

"Brush." Arold picked up the quill pen and kept drawing on the parchment, and soon a new type of warship appeared on the parchment, but the two smelting masters looked at each other in surprise when they looked at the new warship.

"What's wrong?" Arold inserted the quill back into the inkwell and asked the two of them.

"Is this a ship? How is it so like, so like? Orn pointed to the warship on the blueprint and said, after all, this is a ship design that has never appeared in the minds of people in this era.

"Doesn't it look like a giant turtle?" Arrode smiled and took out a handkerchief, wiped the ink on his hand, and thought to himself that the stick in the future would always copy the things of the Celestial Empire, and then brazenly said that it was his own, and this time he did the opposite.

"Yes, it does look like a turtle." Master Newman laughed, remembering that when he traveled to southern Europe, he had eaten this roasted turtle in the city-states near the Mediterranean.

"This kind of warship is called a turtle ship, you know that in addition to long-range use of bows and arrows in sea combat, it is close to the side of the ship to board the ship, and there is also the use of ramming angles to collide, and the kind of warship I designed with a cover on the outside makes it impossible for the enemy to board the ship at all, and the heavy skin is also very strong in the collision." Arold explained to the two master smelters.

"Well, interesting, it's like a heavy cavalry galloping on the sea." Newman approached the parchment and looked at it carefully, then said thoughtfully.

"Indeed, I didn't expect the Duke to always have great ideas, no wonder the nobles gave you the nickname Zhi Duoxing." Ou En also nodded and said, this kind of warship that looks like a big turtle, with long oars sticking out from both sides, wrapped with oak lids on the outside, and then covered with iron sheets, sharp iron nails grow all over the body, and the dragon head at the front is like a Viking dragon-headed warship, and the strange appearance is creepy.

"I'll have the shipwright make a sturdy keel, and you'll be responsible for making the tin hull, and I'll crash into the Greek fire nozzle at the dragon's head, plus the crossbow holes on both sides of the ship's side, enough to make any enemy ship go home." Arold said with a smug smile, I am afraid that the people of this era will never see such a terrible killing weapon.

"It's really amazing, I'm afraid that building a ship like this can dominate the entire North Sea." Master Newman said with emotion.

"Uh, Lord Duke, did you build such a terrible warship just for business?" Orn glanced at Arold with some concern, and said to him that if such a powerful weapon were used to commit piracy, almost no one could resist it.

"I built this ship to protect my own seafaring trade routes, and of course, although I have a good weapon in my hand, I will not attack innocent people." Arrod was inspired by Orn's words, if such a powerful warship carried out piracy, I am afraid that no one would dare to resist, but as the Duke of Mecklenburg, he really couldn't do such a dishonoring thing now.

"That's good, rest assured, for the sake of the long-term peace and stability of Mecklenburg, we will definitely complete it on time." The two master smelters assured Arrod.

"That's good, the pirates of the north have always been a threat to the seafaring trade routes, and it is precisely because of these hateful pirates that the Baltic trade routes are blocked, and they are not at all as prosperous as the Mediterranean, and this situation must change." Arold sighed, although the Danes became prosperous through trade because of their conversion to Catholicism, ease of relations with the East Frankish kingdom and Germanic tribes, but there are still many Vikings on the Vikan Peninsula who refuse to give up their faith, and their lives are very barbaric and hard, so in order to survive and wealth, they often take risks and become pirates in narrow Viking ships.

At this time, in the castle of Count Ron on the island of Rügen, Havina sat on a wooden chair and listened to the report of her spies, who did not wear her favorite tight leather armor, but wore a Viking dress, and those who did not know her would think that she was an ordinary Viking woman.

"So, the Norwegians are sure to launch a major invasion of the Danish territory before winter comes?" Havina sat quietly in a wooden chair and spoke to a thin subordinate standing in front of her.

"Yes, chiefs, the Danes are aware of it, and they have sent a distress letter to the king of East Francia and to the dukes of the tribes, asking them to come to their aid in the name of Christ." The subordinate replied.

"This is to be expected, as the diocese of the successful transformation of the Church, these Catholic nobles will come to help them hold their territory, both morally and religiously." Havina wasn't surprised.

"But we pretended to be a businessman's spies, and we discovered a strange phenomenon." The subordinate looked down for a moment and then continued to Havina.

"What's going on?" Havina sensed her men's desire to stop talking, and she immediately inquired of him.

"The Norwegians seem to be cutting down fir trees, and it's going to be cutting down a lot of them." Havina frowned slightly, her slender eyebrows almost tangled.

"Yes, they cut down a lot of timber under the Warlord Krezer, but they don't sell it to the merchants."

"It's weird." Havina rested her elbows on the armrests and propped her chin into deep thought.

"What should we do?" The spy asked.

"Continue to keep a close watch, and at the same time tell the Danish kings Banuk and Grace to be careful." Havina lifted her chin and told her spies to step back.

"Lord Havina, I picked some berries, do you want to eat them?" As the spies walked out of the room, a Viking girl with long blond hair came in carrying a basket made of willow branches, wearing a traditional Viking dress, with a towering breasts, slender legs, and a short sword hanging from a leather strap around her waist.

"Tsk, berries? Is it fresh? Havina smiled at the corner of her mouth when she saw the girl walking in, and when the Viking girl walked up to her, she took her hand and stroked her.

"Rao, let me feed you, you need nutrition right now." The Viking girl smiled, took out a fresh and gorgeous berry from the basket and put it in her mouth, half biting and half exposing it, and then hooked her long golden braid hair with her hand, lowered her head and kissed Havena's mouth gently, the fresh berries rolled and flipped between the more vivid lips, and the tongue played with the berries like a snake, and the juicy flesh and fragrance fully diffused between the lips and teeth.

"Angela, you're such a wonderful person, and there are few girls in the Franks who are so open-minded." Havina smiled and patted the girl's cheek with her hand, very pleased with her.

"For us Vikings, it is normal to choose any partner, even if it is a woman who chooses a woman." The Viking girl Angela said unexpectedly, her eyes gradually looked down, she also liked this strong woman Havina very much, Vikings always worship the strong.

"It's a pity that I have to restrain my desires, at least not lately." Havina sighed softly, her hand resting on her stomach, which was already slightly raised.

"I really envy that man, is he very strong and good?" Angela asked, slightly jealous and curious.

"Yes, very strong and excellent, that's why I'm willing to keep this child for him." A happy smile appeared on Havina's lips, and she knew that if that person knew she did this, she would probably be furious, but this time the cold and rational "Blood Dagger" succumbed to her sensual instincts.