Arold sent someone to summon Count Ron on the island of Rügen, if he wanted to support the Danes, Rügen was the closest island to Sweden in Mecklenburg, and it was most convenient to put supplies on Rügen. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Your Excellency, the messenger of the King of Denmark has arrived." At the same time that Arold sent an envoy to the Danish king, the Danish envoy also sailed to Mecklenburg, and Arold immediately received the envoy.

"Your Excellency Duke of Mecklenburg, we have been invaded by a coalition of Swedish and Norwegian infidels, and our king begs you to lend a hand." The Danish envoy stood in the antechamber and said aloud to Arold that he was a Frank.

"Well, I see, in fact I have sent emissaries to your country, and the Norwegian pirates have harassed our maritime trade routes and destroyed my warships, and even if you don't come to ask for help, I will send soldiers." Arold said to the Danish envoy.

"Ah, it seems that our interests are aligned." The envoy smiled with joy on his face when he heard this, and he hurriedly bowed to Arold and said.

"Go back to your master! Tell him that the Mecklenburg Legion and the Teutonic Knights will stand firmly on their side. Arold nodded and promised the messenger.

Having sent away the Danish envoys, Arold walked to a curtain wall in the chamber and pulled out a rough map of Northern and Eastern Europe, which was small in later generations but was extremely precious in this time.

"Skoo, the county where the Danes and the Swedes confronted each other, what a big piece of land." Arold pointed to the land at the bottom of the peninsula across the Øresund Strait, showing a greedy look, but Arold knew that Skosh was the land that the Danes wanted to get, and if he got involved, he was afraid that he would come into conflict with the Danes, which was not in line with Arold's strategy of stabilizing the north.

But Arold wasn't worried, because there was a much larger piece of land north of Skoy, Småland, a land covered in dense Nordic forests, and Arold remembered where Swedish gold and fur seemed to be produced in later generations.

"Småland is the most important county for the Swedes, and they will certainly not give up easily, and the resistance will be very resolute, which the Danes may not want." Arold touched his chin and thought carefully, he was determined to get Smålan, in addition to Småland's abundant supplies, on the opposite bank to the east of Småland are Estonia, Livonia, Ugonia and other small Baltic states, and then continue to the east is the principality of the Rus, which means that the strategic location of Småland is also very important.

And on the other side of the south bank of Smolan is the Prussian gathering place, Arold looked at the Prussian gathering place, and there was a bit of fanaticism in his eyes, at this time the Prussians still believed in heretical gods and lived a backward life of the tribe, who could have known that such a group of people would eventually become the core force of the German Empire, and the characteristics of the Prussians were strong and disciplined, they were simply born soldiers, and Arold must hold Prussia in the palm of his hand.

Alone in the chamber, Arold gazed at the map, his ambitions seemed to have diluted since the conquest of the Duchy of Mecklenburg, and his family, his wife, and his newborn son had brought him family pleasure and indulged in this nest of tenderness.

However, when Arold saw the grand occasion of Otto's ascension to the throne in Arry, although as a traverser, he was confident that the enthronement ceremony of the Celestial Empire would be more spectacular, but Otto was surrounded by the princes and carried to the throne, and the princes were forced to bow their heads to him, which still brought a deep impression and impact to Arold.

"Born to be a king, or will the prince have a kind of Xiangning?" Arold sat in the chair of the chamber, his glass in his hand, the wine red as blood, and muttered to himself, how he longed to share his fanaticism with others, but found himself extremely lonely.

Arold's eyes were focused on the map, his heart was full of longing for power, he had not realized before, and the longer he stayed in this body, the more he seemed to become another person, as if another soul was corrupting him.

"I, who is it?"

Havina stood in the bedroom, her forehead sweating, her face slightly pale, she involuntarily covered her abdomen with her hands, fortunately the child in her womb was very strong, and did not miss because of the fatigue of the journey.

"Whew." Havina sat down slowly with her hand on the back of her chair, rubbing her forehead.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong." Suddenly, there was a few knocks on Havena's door, and the sound was rhythmic.

"Come in." Havina frowned at the knock on the door, and she said as she covered her belly with the hem of her skirt.

"Chief." An acolyte walked in, looking no different from the other squires in the castle, but addressing Havina as the Chieftain, as only the Brotherhood of Blood would call Havina.

"Well, it's a good thing that you passed the information to me in time, otherwise Arold would definitely be suspicious of me." Havina turned her head and said to the young squire.

"Chief, won't there be any problem for us to hide it from the Duke like this?" The young squire said worriedly.

"The Brotherhood itself is for the Duke Lord, and the purpose of our existence is not only to deal with enemies outside, but more importantly, to prevent the emergence of people on the left and right who are disloyal to Arrod, do you say?" Havina tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest and said to the young squire.

"You're right, swear allegiance to the Duke and the Brotherhood." The young squire hurriedly said.

"Very good, what is the situation between the court faction and the court faction now?" Havina nodded slightly, as if approvingly, to the attendant.

"Oh, yes leader, because Soros has been injured recently and can't handle the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce, there has been an open and secret battle between the two factions around Soros's position." The young squire said to Havena.

"Who does Brother Elvet want to recommend?" Havina asked.

"It's a grain merchant named Jeff." The young squire replied.

"Jeff?" Havina frowned, pursed her lips and said.

"Is there anything wrong with the Chief?"

"No, it's nothing, it's just that the name seems to have been heard there." Havina was deep in thought, but she didn't have a clue for a while, so she had to give up.

The reason why Brother Elvet recommended Jeff was not only because of Jeff's bribery, but more importantly, there were really few people in his camp who knew how to do business, Brother Elvet knew that Arold was by no means a mediocre duke, and even Arold himself knew some business methods, such as the bookkeeping method of the port was taught to Soros by Arold, so the person recommended by Brother Elvet could not be an incompetent person.

"Respected Lord Gongxiang, now I am one step away, as long as I can get the tax rights of the port, I will definitely not let Lord Gongxiang work in vain." In the town's public bathhouse below Mecklenburg, steaming warm water filled a large pool, which was a public bath, but also a place for the nobles to talk secretly, and Brother Elvet lay in the pool with Jeff, a smaller pool that belonged to the category of private rooms.

"It's a good place, when the Duke said that he wanted to build a public bathhouse, I was strongly opposed to it, thinking that it would bring diseases to the people, but now it seems that there is no need to worry about it at all." Brother Elvet didn't answer Jeff directly, he picked up the hot water from the pool and poured it on his face, and said with satisfaction.

"That's, that's, the Duke is always far-sighted, but you are also very good, otherwise the entire Duchy of Mecklenburg would not be so organized." Jeff hurriedly said flatteringly.

"Well, don't worry, now that Soros is injured and bedridden, the port can't be left unattended, I believe that the Duke will give you a chance." Brother Elvet smiled at Jeff.

"Then it's all up to the palace minister's support, and there will be a small gift in your clothes later, I hope the palace minister can smile and accept it." Jeff said with a flattering smile.

"Yes." Brother Elvet's face was not very happy, he was very plain in the hot water, as a palace businessman bathing was already very good for Jeff, he didn't need to make any more promises.

When Brother Elvet left the pool, Jeff's face fell, and although Brother Elvet had promised him that he would highly recommend him, that promise was not solid.

"Master, you don't seem to be very happy." When Brother Elvet left, the one-eyed figure appeared next to the smoky bathhouse, and he said as he looked at Jeff lying on the edge of the pool.

"Hmph, this old fox, I'm about to be squeezed dry, have you done what I told you?" Jeff shook the flesh of his cheeks in exasperation, feeling sorry for his increasingly deflated wallet.

"I was about to report this to you!" Unimpressed by Jeff's annoyance, One-Eye said to him.

"What, you found it, so fast?" Jeff jumped out of the bath excitedly, despite the fact that he was short and fat, but he was still very agile.

"That's right, I found it." Looking at Jeff's naked body and the dangling strips under his crotch, he pouted helplessly, but Jeff obviously didn't care about these at all.

As Jeff and Jeff leave the town's public bathhouse, they return to their inn bedroom, and when Jeff and One-Eye climb the wooden ladder, the innkeeper yells at them that it's time to pay the rent, but Jeff is cheeky and pretends not to hear.

"Crunch~~." When the wooden door was pushed open, Jeff saw a small figure curled up in a corner in the dimly lit bedroom with a gray cape.