In winter, the weather in Mecklenburg is always gloomy, the church bells ring over the castle, the black-feathered crows hovering in the woods outside the castle, they smell death and smash their sharp beaks, patiently squatting on the dry branches, just at this moment a group of people walked out of the castle, the women of them were all dressed in black dresses, and from time to time let out low weepings, and the men looked solemn, occasionally shooting hatred and anger from their eyes.

"O our Lord in heaven, may you accept this pure soul~~~." A priest dressed in a robes came to the buried tomb, chanted a prayer from his mouth, and after throwing holy water into the cemetery, a cross carved in stone was inserted into the tomb.

"Earl, please mourn." The nobles and commoners who had attended the burial walked up to a young nobleman dressed in black fine Italian wool zuò robes, surrounded by precious white mink fur, and wearing a tiara of earl heads, a ring of pearls around his head, and a gold pendant around his neck.

"Hmm." The young nobleman was none other than Count Arrod of Mecklenburg, and his face was calm in the face of the people who came to him one by one.

"Lord Earl, didn't Lord Yves come?" Brother Elvet walked up to Arrod and said curiously.

"He locked himself in his room and refused to come out." Arold raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, where Arrod's brother Eve's wife Miss Josephine was buried, although Arold sent her back to Mecklenburg in time, but the tetanus caused by the arrow still killed her, and it was simply irremediable in this era of penicillin deficiency, and the beautiful aristocratic lady kept asking Arold to save her child when she was dying.

"Well, I'm worried that I'm going to hurt myself." Brother Elvet lowered her head and didn't know what to say. Avold's brother Yves had lost his beloved wife and newborn child, and his right hand, which he was most proud of, had been cut off, and he had stayed in his room all day with only the servants taking the wine in, as if he were going to get himself drunk, and Yves could have gone to Lauzitshire at this time to obtain the title of Territory and Earl. But there is no way to go there immediately.

"No, he won't, he's a man from the Wendell family, and the Wendell family people don't have cowards and cowards." Arold tossed off his cloak and strode towards Mecklenburg, he could not afford to watch the Wendell family die in vain.

When Arold pushed Eve's bedroom open, the smell of wine and sweat mixed with the characteristic smell of cumin of the Europa people rushed towards Arrod, who couldn't help but frown and cover his nose with his sleeve. He saw a few empty flasks in the messy bedroom, the floor spilled with wine and vomit, and Yves huddled in the southwest corner, wearing only a dirty undershirt, his face with a mustache and hair tangled, his eyes barely open, but even so, his left hand was still tightly gripping the jug.

"Lord Count." Just when Arold was hesitating whether to go in and beat Yifu so that he would sober up. Shirley walked up to him with herbs, and Yve's hand was lucky not to suffer from Yan's infection. However, it is also necessary to use herbal treatments from time to time to bandage.

"How's my brother doing?" Arrold asked Shirley.

"It doesn't matter if Ive-sama's injuries are serious, it's just that he always stays in the room like this and doesn't eat, I'm afraid his body will gradually weaken." Shirley looked at the gloomy bedroom, Eve, like a walking corpse, it was easy to heal wounds, but what could be done if a person's will was completely broken.

"Did he say anything?" Arold knew that Josephine's death was a big blow to Ive. But now it is necessary to arouse Yve's desire to live, so you need to know what Yve's heart is really thinking now.

"What else can I say, being a warrior is nothing more terrible than losing your right hand." Shirley has always taken care of Ive, of course, she knows what Ifu really thinks, and as a knight, she has suffered the hatred of killing his wife and taking his children. However, he was not able to take revenge on the enemy with his own hands, which was extremely humiliating for the brave knight of Yves.

"I see." Arold nodded, he knew where Yve's heart was, and he had a solution, Arold did not go into Yves's bedroom but turned away, he went to the Earl's stables and asked the horse boy to prepare a fast horse for him.

"Where are you going, Arold?" At this moment, Princess Josie walked out of the tower with the help of several maids, her belly bulging and her shoes heavy, and she was wearing a loose and fat dress.

"I'm going to leave for a few days, I ordered the cook to stew soup with chicken for you, you must drink it obediently, and eat more vegetables to supplement your nutrition." Arold looked at his pot-bellied wife, with a gentle smile on his face, and carefully instructed Princess Josie.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, Lord Earl is really a considerate gentleman." The maids beside Princess Josie smiled and whispered in her ear that Arold had developed detailed recipes for Princess Josie since she became pregnant, and even used stewed soup and steaming, which would never have appeared in Europa, ahead of her time, and the smelting base in Mecklenburg was also ordered to create a batch of cooking tools that seemed strange to the people of Europa.

"I'll be back soon, you can rest assured." Arold turned his horse's head, and after saying to Princess Josie, he whipped his crotch mount with a horsewhip and galloped out of Mecklenburg, and Harlan and several other personal attendants also hurriedly rode their horses and followed him, although it was said that this was in Arold's own territory, but since he knew that the opponent was the Duke of Bavaria, no one dared to carelessly let Arold risk alone without escort.

Arold followed the gravel road to the smelting base of Mecklenburg, and in the winter the weather suddenly became colder, and even the merchants who used to buy furs began to return to their hometowns in decline, but the ships in the port of Mecklenburg did not decrease, and the trade through Guò gradually flourished, and merchants from the British Isles came to trade.

"Ding, ding~~~~." Before approaching the smelting base of Mecklenburg, the sound of tinkling wrought iron was heard, at this time, the largest forging and smelting base in Mecklenburg had begun to expand, and the smelting base that was once on the cliff by the sea was surrounded by a circle of walls made by the plate construction method at the bottom of the mountain, some of Arold's core technologies were placed in the inner city on the cliff, and some other auxiliary industries and warehouses were placed outside the wall, it can be said that at this time, the cliff of this once barren land was as tight as another fortress, Wooden arrow towers were even built on all four sides of the inner and outer walls.

"Open the door, it's the Earl." The dutiful guards at the wooden gates saw Arold riding a horse and leading a few of his followers along the road, which was also made of gravel to facilitate the transportation of some supplies into the area, and the muddy road would wear out the means of transport.

"Squeak~~." The wooden gate was immediately opened by the guards from the inside, although it was said that it was a fortress made of slabs, but after all, it was not a real castle, but a trench with a sharp wooden trap was dug on the periphery, which was not as wide as a real castle with a wide moat to protect against general attacks, and if it was attacked on a large scale, reinforcements from Mecklenburg were still needed.

"Well, why is the Earl here?" Master Newman was instructing a group of apprentices on how to start with a horseshoe, when he saw Arrod riding into the smelting base and looked curiously.

"Didn't you hear from the Earl that you were coming?" Another master smith, Orn, was also very curious, they knew that Arrod's brother's wife, Miss Josephine, had just died, and Arold should be in Mecklenburg, why did he run into the smelting base in such a hurry?

"Two masters." Arold rode to the inner city of the smelting base, jumped off his horse, threw the reins of his horse to one of the servants who met him, and strode over to the two master blacksmiths.

"Lord Count." Aoun and Newman hurriedly bowed to Arrod.

"No need to be polite, I need the help of both of you right now." Arold took off his cloak and threw it to Harun, who hurried to him, before speaking to the two of them.

"Your Excellency, please command." Horn and Newman looked at each other, and they knew that Arold must have something urgent to do, and that they had the best working conditions in this smelting base, and that they had a carefree life and many servants to serve, and they knew that they should repay Arold for his generosity.

"Bring the parchment." Arold pointed to the apprentice standing beside him, and ordered him, who immediately brought a blank roll of parchment and graphite bottles, and placed a wooden shelf in the room built on the cliff, to which he could nail the parchment and lick the graphite with a quill to write the design, which was also an ingenuity of Arold.

"Doh." Arold quickly nailed the parchment to the wooden shelf, and then picked up the quill and licked the graphite, and devoted himself to the painting design, Orne and Newman, as well as the apprentices and attendants, curiously gathered behind him, looking at what he was drawing on the blank parchment, after a long time Arold finally stopped painting, his painting skills are not very good, but the realistic style allows people to see at a glance what is painted on it.

"Lord Earl, you are, this is ~~~." Master Newman looked at Arold's drawing, looked at Arold in amazement, and then looked at the parchment. (To be continued......)