Mecklenburg's fleet was anchored in the harbor, and in addition to the five ships that Arold had vigorously developed, there were also ten ships from Lübeck, and the Earl of Lübeck was persuaded by Arold to participate in the operation, after all, the port of Lübeckshire was better than Mecklenburg, and it had been developed for a longer time than Mecklenburg, and their ships were better than Mecklenburg in terms of quantity and quality.

"Lübeck's ships have a deep draft." Soros glanced at the ships moored in the harbor and whispered to Arold.

"We should learn this kind of superb shipbuilding technology." Arold looked at Lübeck's ships with some envy, although the land area of Lübeck was not large, but with excellent ports and developed shipbuilding technology, it was even richer than the surrounding territories.

"It's hard, although the Count of Lübeck is a weak nobleman, but he is not a fool, and he is extremely secretive about shipbuilding technology." Soros shook his head, Mecklenburg attaches great importance to intelligence, merchants shuttle between various territories, and the intelligence of each territory is very rich.

"Forget it, let's figure out a way to do this slowly!" Arrod waved his hand helplessly, he still focused on this sea trade, as long as he accumulated the first pot of gold by this sea trade, then when the funds were sufficient, he would slowly upgrade his fleet.

"Yes, Lord Duke." Soros bowed to Arrod and saluted.

"Toot ~~." A strong Mecklenburg soldier boarded the bow of the ship with a horn in his hand, he puffed out his cheeks and blew the horn vigorously, and the crowd watching from the harbor was boiling, the soldier was strong and tall, and he was clearly a Viking, and this kind of pomp and circumstance at sea was basically exactly the same as the Vikings except for the blessing of the priest. It inevitably makes people feel that it coincides with the impression of the Viking expedition.

"Phew, it's up to you whether you can succeed or not." Arold hugged Soros one last time, the Jew's shrewd business acumen that underpinned Mecklenburg's economy, after all, Arold was the supreme ruler and couldn't take care of those trivial finances.

"I won't let you down." Soros said gratefully. As a stateless Jew, it was extremely rare to be so entrusted with such a task at court.

The combined fleet of Mecklenburg and Lübeck set sail, and Arold stood in the harbor for a long time, and then got on his horse under the service of his attendants, and led his courtiers back to Mecklenburg, and gradually the lively port of Mecklenburg returned to calm. Fishermen still carry rods and sail their own small wooden boats to fish, and Mecklenburg has a well-established smoking technique. The fish caught by the fishermen are salted into dried fish, and strings of dried fish hang under the eaves of fishing houses, where special fishmongers buy the dried fish and transport it to the market to sell.

Even the more savvy out-of-town merchants bought the easy-to-keep dried fish and transported it to the inland south where saltwater fish could not be eaten, and thus Mecklenburg smoked fish became a specialty commodity, of course. Bulk purchases are subject to transaction tax to Arold.

The flotilla left Mecklenburg laden with cargo, although this event was important for Arold. But another important matter was in front of Arrod, and even if it was Arold's family affair, it was also a state affair of the Duchy of Mecklenburg and Mason.

"Hey, what a headache." Arold sat on a wooden chair with his legs resting on the table, his head tilted back and he sighed.

"Ahem. Lord Duke? As Arold sighed, Webster walked in, and he saw that Arold did not look like a duke at all, and did not know how to deal with it, so he had to pretend to cough to remind Arold.

"Oh. Webster, you're here. Arold stood up, nodded to Webster, and sat him down in the chair next to him.

"Lord Duke, you have summoned me to have and commanded."

"I have one thing that I need you to do for me." Arold said to Webster very seriously.

"Oh?" Webster was baffled.

At night, Mecklenburg is close to the northern Vikan Peninsula, and the climate is very cold at night, but when you look up, you can see the stars in the sky, and this clear star map can only be seen in this geographical location and unpolluted environment.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, are you feeling better today?" Miss Shirley said to Princess Josie.

Recently, Princess Josie has been emotionally unstable and in poor health, and Miss Shirley, who is proficient in medical herbs, often serves her, although she is a heretic, but she is gentle and knowledgeable, and she is more intimate with the same maid.

"No, I still feel tired." Princess Josie sat up from the bed, and since discovering Arrod's little secret, Princess Josie was hit hard.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, there is no need to think so much about the affairs of men and women." Miss Shirley actually doesn't quite understand Princess Josie's thoughts, aristocrats pursue the opposite sex, even marriage is unstoppable, at least Miss Shirley's own religion is very tolerant of this.

"But I put all my heart and soul into Arold, and I even believe that our love will last forever like poetry." Princess Josie threw herself on the bed, and wept bitterly, but Miss Shirley was at a loss, and could only stand quietly by the bed.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong." At this moment, the sound of the shamisen came from the window, for it was not time to rest, when the window of Princess Josie's bedroom was open, and a wooden stick propped up the wooden window, and the sound of tinkling was coming through the wooden window.

"What's going on?" Miss Shirley walked slowly to the window, looked out for a moment, and in surprise stretched out her right hand to cover her little mouth.

"La-la-la." A faint burst of singing came out, and Miss Shirley hurriedly walked to the bedside and stretched out her hand to push Princess Josie.

"What's wrong?" Princess Josie's face rose from her pillow with rain, and she looked at Miss Shirley curiously.

"Your Royal Highness, don't cry, go to the window and take a look." Miss Shirley couldn't help but lift Princess Josie up from the bed and pull her to the window.

"Hmm, God~." Princess Josie looked out the window at Miss Shirley's signal, and when she saw what was happening outside, Princess Josie couldn't help but exclaim.

"Lalala, my lovely little baby, you are like flowers in summer, the sun in winter~~." Dressed in a white coarse linen shirt and brown Germanic trousers, Arold knelt on one knee under Princess Josie's window, holding a fine shamisen, playing and singing in a trembling voice, and beside Arold several servants holding torches.

"Duke, Lord Duke, keep a lower tone here." Webster hid in the grass in the nearby courtyard, constantly giving orders to Arold.

"Shhhhhh Arold glared at Webster, but the night in Mecklenburg was so cold that Arold couldn't help but sneeze a few times.

"He, what is he doing?" Princess Josie looked at Arold in surprise and said to Miss Shirley with wide eyes.

"Hehe, I think this is the Duke apologizing to you!" Miss Shirley said to Princess Josie with a smile.

"Hmph, that's stupid." Princess Josie snorted softly from her nose, but a smile appeared on her face.

"Look, what's that?" As if Arrod's tricks were not over, several servants carried a large wooden table, on which a heart-shaped candle ring was lit, and the atmosphere became extremely romantic in the darkness of the night.

"What does this mean? What does that mean? Princess Josie covered her heart, and although she didn't understand the meaning of the candle, she could feel the love that Arold wanted to convey.

"Look, petals!" Miss Shirley's nose was sensitive to the scent, and she stuck her head out of the window, and found that a rain of petals was falling from the top of the main tower, and a group of attendants were busy scattering the petals in the basket in the direction of Princess Josie's window.

"I've mobilized the entire Mecklenburg manpower, and if I still can't impress Princess Josie, there's nothing I can do." Based on Arrold's idea, Webster, who planned it, endured insect bites and cold in the grass with a bitter face. (To be continued.) )