When the arrow didn't come out, Arold let go of his fingers, slowly lowered his bow, and inserted the arrow back into his skin, as Brother Elvet walked back with an unconscious smile holding Arold's arrow. Brother Bart's letter, Arrod's mind came to the ink made of graphite, the writing on the parchment was very beautiful, but the content was chilling, it only revealed one news, that is, urging Arold to kill Brother Elvet quickly, and even in order to make Arold make a decision, Brother Barth lured and threatened at the same time, promising that if Arold killed Brother Elvet, he would get the maximum help from St. Fonso's monastery, Otherwise, all the monks who helped Arjod to belong to the monastery of St. Fonso will be withdrawn.

"Brother Elvet is nothing compared to the support of the Monastery of San Fonso, why did you choose to spare Brother Elvet's life?" Harvey ate the paper-thin slices of meat cut by his attendants on his plate, and Arold told the contents of Brother Barth's letter only to Harvey, who was the head of the palace spies, hoping that she would help him make the right choice, and partly because of her status.

"I almost shot that arrow, but then I decided to give up, because if I killed my courtiers in exchange for support, who would dare to ask me for refuge from now on, and who would not worry about not being betrayed by me in the face of interests?" Arold sat at the wooden table, not touching the venison on the plate in front of him, but holding in his hand a glass of mead, which had been sent by Lyla, Chodo's daughter in the Lion Castle, and Arold almost forgot which lovely maiden she had. After Chodo came here with his army, Arold rarely saw him and his daughter because he was busy with government affairs, and the young girl who loved beekeeping seemed to be helping the people in the Angry Lion Castle to raise bees, and there was no such thing as sucrose in medieval Europa, so the main sweetener was honey, and in addition to honey, beeswax was also an important material for making candles.

"Brother Barth will be very upset when he learns this." In the huge council room, only Harvey accompanied Arold to dine, and the rest of the people were sent to work all over the territory, but Harvey, as the head of the spy, had to report all kinds of trivial information to Arold every day, and the intelligence network compiled by the blood droplets was constantly transporting the movements of the surrounding territories here.

"I'm sure he'll understand. I don't understand that the Bible doesn't say to be kind to your enemies. Why is there no mercy or tolerance for the abbots? Arold said with some distress, and then put the wine to his lips and took a sip.

"Maybe he sees the Old Testament, blood for blood and tooth for tooth." Harvey sneered and stood up and licked his fingers. He snatched the glass from Arold's hand. Drink all the mead inside. Then he fed half of the wine in his mouth to Arrod at the moment of kissing him, just when Arrod was hot from being provoked. She reached out and nudged.

"Where are you going?" Arold took the empty wine glass, looked at the woman helplessly, and once again compared this woman to a cat, sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

"Your old friend Jeff is here, and he's wandering around, and I'll have to get someone to keep an eye on him." Harvey walked out of the chamber with a twist as he spoke, and when the door slammed shut, the chamber fell silent.

"Jeff, what does this businessman want to do?" Arold took a deep breath and stood up, he walked to the window, in fact, from here he could only see the roofs of some of the buildings under the castle hill, but Arold could imagine Jeff's fat body, walking between these buildings like a mouse in a small waterway.

At noon, Jeff finally entered the castle of Mecklenburg to meet Arold, at this time, Arold's identity as a count is not something he can see casually, he needs to go to the chamber to apply first, and the chamberlain in a square robe submits the application to the Diplomatic Governor, but because Arod has not yet decided on the candidate of the Diplomatic Governor, so it is directly submitted to Arold himself.

"Your Excellency Earl." When Jeff changed into a neat set of merchant robes, he stood in the hall of the lord and waited respectfully for Arrod's arrival, although he was a very wealthy merchant, but the ornate clothing was forbidden by the church, and as a merchant of the third class of society, he could only wear it in his own house.

"Ha Luha, I received the slaves you sent Jeff, this time there are more than a hundred strong young slaves, they can join my army with a little training, you know that I need more soldiers and men to fight the pagan Slavs." Arold was deliberately a little late, and under the guidance of a small squire with a sword in his hand, he walked down the stairs and sat down straight to the lord's throne from the side.

"It's an honor to be able to serve you." Jeff hurriedly bent down, put his left hand on his chest, and held his hat with his right hand and waved it diagonally downward, making a respectful salute.

"I'll settle the money for the slaves with Brother Elvet, my newly appointed treasurer, later." Arold needed this despicable merchant to send him a steady stream of manpower, and although he was very disdainful of Jeff's duplicitous behavior, he was still being used, so Harvey's men were only focused on monitoring and gathering intelligence.

"It is my pleasure, but my honourable earl, I did not come to Mecklenburgshire for the sake of this group of slaves." Jeff clutched his hat in his hand, his slitted eyes full of the businessman's calculations.

"Oh?"

"Lord Earl, I heard that you abolished the toll tax in Mecklenburgshire, did you?"

"That's right, in order to attract more merchants to come and trade." Arold felt that this was a well-known thing, and there was no need to hide anything, and that it was the right of his earl to decide taxes and decrees in his own domain, and that Jeff would dare to have any grievances.

"Your Excellency the Earl, you have misunderstood, I mean that this benevolent policy is the care of our merchants, and I feel twelve thousand admiration, so I hope to expand my cooperation with you." Jeff, of course, as a businessman, was very good at observing words and feelings, and he immediately sensed Arrod's displeasure, so he lowered his head and said in a more humble manner.

"Expand cooperation?"

"That's right, I found in your realm many goods not found in other countries, such as the fluffy bread I found in the bazaar under your castle, and a salty fish that tastes salty and easy to preserve, and a sharp iron sword that I don't know how you do it." Jeff was talking about what he had seen in the bazaar under Arrod's castle, and he was a little surprised when he first saw these goods, but he did not expect that in just one year, there were so many specialties in the once desolate territory, and it was conceivable that when these strange goods were shipped to other countries, the price would double.

"Why should I work with you? I know the value of these goods, and if I ship them to other counties and sell them myself, I will definitely make more profits. Arrod laughed, these businessmen really couldn't afford to make a profit, so quickly eyeing their newly developed products, this is just the first stage of goods just started.

"Your Excellency Earl, doing business is not simply to transport goods to the destination and sell them, if it is not for the connection with the local chamber of commerce, and the local chamber of commerce agrees to have a business license, such a large number of goods will be resisted by the local chamber of commerce, and will soon be expelled from the local market." Jeff shook his head and replied to Arrod, it seems that although the young earl is very business-minded, he probably still does not know the world of merchants, which gives Jeff a little confidence in the negotiation.

"So how much profit can I get?" Arrode's brow furrowed, he habitually rubbed his hands together, then stood up and paced back and forth in front of the lord's throne, then turned to Jeff who was waiting on the side.

"How about 40 percent of the profit on every shipment." The tip of Jeff's nose was sweating slightly, and he knew very well that this was the most critical moment in the negotiations, and if he could get the monopoly of these goods, his wealth would probably rise again.

"No, seventy percent." Arold had the Celestial Empire's traditional tradition of bargaining in his bones, and he shouted at Jeff with a glare.

"What? No, then I won't even have enough money to pay for the journey, please have mercy on me, noble earl, it will be enough to go bankrupt by passing the lords' levels along the way. Jeff pretended to be pitiful, but it wasn't a lie.

"I give you my flag, so that you are representing me, the private caravan of the Count of Mecklenburg, and may pay many less toll taxes."

"Well, fifty percent, that's my biggest concession." Jeff stretched out his chubby palm, wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, and continued.

"Sixty percent, don't forget, the secret of these specialties is only known to me." Arold was unmoved, and said viciously to Jeff.

"Okay, okay, deal." The corners of Jeff's eyes twitched a few times, and he weakly lowered his head and agreed to Arold's price, at this time, the solemn lord's hall was like a bazaar, and the little squire who was guarding the side opened his mouth to look at the scene in front of him, and the earl, who should have been proud and noble, actually bargained like a merchant.

"Okay, bring me the wine, it's worth a drink, but for the sake of justice, we need to make a written contract, and I'm going to send my squire as an overseer." (To be continued......)