The appearance of penicillin could not be made on a large scale, but it made Arold feel at the bottom of his heart, every day and night before the appearance of penicillin, he looked at the sleeping Princess Josie and her son, and was deeply afraid that they would be infected with the virus and leave him.

"Smack." The door opened, and Arold walked in with a flask, a separate dungeon with only a large bed and a wooden chair in the dimly lit dungeon.

"It's been a difficult time, but it's actually very safe here, and you don't have to worry about illness." Arold sat on a wooden chair and said to the woman on the wooden bed.

"......" But the woman on the big bed curled up on her knees, looking blank and silent, but Arold didn't care about her reaction, in fact, he was venting his emotions by telling.

"Damn it, it's really bloody since you traveled to this era." Arold poured himself a glass of wine and said as he drank it, but it was all self-talk.

But this is the only place where he can tell the identity of the traverser, nostalgic for the days before he did not cross, even if it is a simple three meals a day, living in a small room of less than forty square meters, but he does not have to worry about the sharp blade stabbed from the shadows, and he will not kill the people who stand in his way.

The plague in the territory of Mecklenburg was not brought under control until the summer, but this had nothing to do with the penicillin created by Arrod, and the widespread infection could only depend on the patient's own luck, but another thing became the focus of the whole kingdom, that is, King Henry sent a message to the princes to convene a meeting, and everyone knew that it was Henry paving the way for the succession of his son Prince Otto.

"Tsk, damn it." Arold folded up a letter, a letter from Prince Otto, to confirm to Arold that the money had been paid.

"Lord Duke, our fleet has not returned. The realm has been hit hard by the plague, and I am afraid that for a moment it will not be possible to raise the amount of money demanded by the prince. Brother Elvet said worriedly to Arrod.

"Now apart from expenses, how much do we have in our coffers?" Arjod turned his head to Dylan on the other side. Matt asked.

"There's only enough money left for two months, and we have to sell some of the storehouse's wood, Lord Duke." Dylan. Matt holds a quill and reports to Arrod.

"So little?" Arrod's brows furrowed, a penny is hard to kill a hero. Arold wanted to use the authority of the crown to promote his currency, but if he could not support Prince Otto in the inheritance, then the prerequisites for royal support did not exist.

"Maybe we should protect ourselves, and it would have been unwise to get involved in the dispute between the royal family and the princes." Earl Ron was also summoned to participate in the meeting, and the local princes did not like to participate in the affairs of the royal family in the first place, for them, no matter who became the king, they had to guarantee their rights, and even had to be more entrenched in the local princes, and there were really few people like Arold who lost money to the royal family.

"Hmm." Arold did not speak. What he has in mind is a big strategy, and he can't say this kind of thing to his vassals at this time.

"Let's find a way to raise taxes now!" Brother Elvet looked at Arrod, and he secretly wondered if Arold would not change his mind, so he said tentatively.

"No, the plague in the territory has just ended, the people are exhausted, and if you raise taxes at this time, there will definitely be a problem." Dylan. Matt immediately objected.

"That's right, not only can't you increase taxes. It is also necessary to reduce taxes. Of course, Arrod would not do anything to kill chickens and take eggs, he knew that this was the time for the people to recuperate.

"What about the money?" Brother Elvet sat in a chair. Leaning forward slightly, asked.

"You don't have to worry about this matter, the courtiers and vassals can do their duty." Arold stood up, and with that, he walked out of the chamber leaving only the stunned courtiers.

"Dylan. Lord Matt, you know the heart of the Duke best, what do you think about this? When everyone left, only Dylan was left in the chamber. Matt and Brother Elvet, they sat facing each other.

"Brother Elvet. How can I know what Lord Duke thinks? Hehe, we just have to do our own thing. "Dylan. Matt staggered to his feet, the hunchbacked courtier was tight-lipped, and Araud showed Prince Otto the silver dollar, Dylan. Matt, of course, knows that. But it can't be announced yet.

"This old fox." Look at Dylan. Matt walked slowly to the door, Brother Elvet muttering quietly.

Arold didn't bother to care about the intrigues of the courtiers, he had a headache about raising money, and his fleet had not yet returned, which meant that a large amount of his money was still floating at sea!

"Lord Duke?" Suddenly, a lively voice interrupted Arrod's thoughts, and Arold was surprised to find that unconsciously, he actually walked near the bakery, it seems that he has always been here a while ago, so he reflexively also walked here.

"Oh, Leila~." Arrold looked at Leila in front of her, and after making penicillin, all the equipment and Miss Shirley were relocated to the main tower, and after the plague subsided, Leila's bakery resumed production.

"Yes, Lord Duke, would you like some bread?" Wearing a white turban and wearing an apron, Leila took out a piece of bread, which she handed to Arrod, which was in the shape of a circle and looked like Leila's new variety.

"Well, that's good." Arold was eating bagels, in a much better mood, and couldn't help but smile and say.

"Really? This is a new breed. Leila said embarrassedly, her face flushing with delight.

"Ah, thanks to your hard work and help on this terrible day." Arold said gratefully to Leila, it was Leila's optimistic and positive attitude that made Arold firmly want to make penicillin.

"No, as long as we can save people's lives, no matter how hard it is, it's worth it, but it's a pity that our medicine is too little and too late." Lyra said with some sadness.

"Well, but there will always be someone who will be saved for this, and by the way, it's been a long time since the hunting season was held in the summer." Arold finished the last bit of bread in his hand, clapped his hands, and said to Lyra.

"Hunting season? It's great that many people are sure to come to Mecklenburg. Leila jumped up for joy, although the hunting season was an event for the nobles, it would also attract people from the surrounding area to form a market.

"That's right, we're going to have a big hunting season." Arrod's eyes lit up, and he said happily to Lyra. (To be continued.) )