The border post showed the merchants the way to the town of Wismar, but they also told the merchants that there were new goods in the castle of Mecklenburg, and if those who were interested could go to the castle to see, the merchants were interested in the words of the soldiers except for those who specialized in the fur trade, and the merchant's instinct for profit made them decide to go to the castle of Mecklenburg, anyway, the distance between the town of Wismar and the castle of Mecklenburg was not far away.

"Look, Arrod is a businessman more like we are." Jeff muttered, but he also became interested in what the soldiers were talking about, maybe there was something unexpected about the quirky nobleman.

"Jeff, aren't we resting in the town of Wisma anymore?"

"No, let's go directly to Mecklenburg Castle, you go and tell the soldiers that we are a merchant who transports slaves specifically for Arrod, so that the soldiers will escort us directly to the castle." Jeff's purpose wasn't for the fur trade, he wanted to see for himself what changes Arold had brought to the realm and what benefits he could gain from it.

Jeff's caravan parted ways with the rest of the merchants at the fork, and they marched straight to the capital of Mecklenburg, passing through the wasteland and plains as they saw ordinary Slavic villages, some of which were burned down in the rebellion of Bignose Chad and the ruins still standing in the wasteland, and several javelinmen galloped along the path past the side of the caravan, patrolling the entire territory to prevent the caravan from being threatened by wild beasts and thieves, but the closer they got to Mecklenburg Castle, the more prosperous they became. Colonies formed by the migration of Germanic peoples. Wooden and thatched houses were neatly arranged on both sides of the road, and each of the Germanic peasants divided a field behind the house that was sufficient for the family to live on and pay taxes, and it was said that these fields were their own, and there was no public arable land in the village, and according to the notices on the bulletin boards inserted at the forks in the road, the Germanic immigrants became tenant farmers, and they only had to pay fifty percent of the crops to Arold each year, and the rest became their own.

"It's crazy that he actually gave the land to the peasants." Jeff shook his head in amazement, and the nobles actually gave their land to the peasants. It is important to know that the nobles who say goodbye usually think that all the land is their own. The peasants were their vassals, including their own vassals, and the peasants had to work for the nobility in order to be able to live on the land of the nobility.

"It's not for the peasants, it's for renting, well. The notice says. The one-eyed man corrected Jeff.

"Oh. What is that? Jeff got up from the driver's seat of the carriage. He saw the castle's towering arrow tower on the hill, but he was surprised not by the arrow tower, but by some buildings built outside the castle. The buildings looked like they were under construction, but they were very lively, with cheers and metal colliding from inside.

"Squeak, squeak." The wheels of the carriage rolled on the paved road made of small stones, and it was only then that Jeff and the others realized that the road under their feet had become a paved road made of pebbles, but this smooth and clean road was only a very short road, but it was a novelty for everyone.

"Let the caravan enter the castle, and follow me to see where I go, it's so lively." Jeff jumped out of the carriage, his feet on the cobblestones, the sturdy road without mud, so that he involuntarily stepped on his shoes, and walked towards the large circular building outside the castle, the west side of the building had begun to be half made of wood, but it was already crowded with many people, men, women and children, all of them of different identities, farmers, merchants and squires.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong~~~." When Jeff walked into the building, he saw a circular clearing surrounded by a wooden fence, in which several samurai wearing chain mail and holding swords and shields were fighting each other, and outside the wooden fence there were wooden benches and steps, which were full of people, cheering excitedly as they watched the samurai fight, waving flags and shouting for their supporters.

The samurai who fought included knights from other realms, as well as mercenary knights who were attracted by the prizes set by the tournament, and not all knights were able to obtain fiefs and become retinues of nobles, so some knights would become robber barons who robbed houses, or mercenaries who sold their martial arts to earn commissions. The competitions held by the great nobles in their own territories will not only give rich rewards to the top three knights, but also the competitions held in front of the public can also improve the personal prestige of the knights, and if they are lucky, they will be favored by the big nobles and may become knights of the inner palace with fixed estates.

"Bet Pull, Bet Pull, bet or not, now Lord Colin from Lorraine has the upper hand, now is the right time to bet." From the crowd there were some people with a large red drop of blood on their bodies, holding a parchment paper cut into many small pieces and a quill pen licking ink, and the knights were drawn with strange symbols behind them with a dye behind them, and whenever the bettor specified the knight of his choice, those with the blood drop pattern on the parchment drew the same symbol on the parchment, and then handed the parchment paper block to the bettor.

"Be careful, Jeff, these are drops of blood from Arrod's spy-manager." The one-eyed man saw the blood droplets that received money and handed over numbers, and pressed the cloak on his body to cover his face.

"The spymaster, why did he show up in the crowd?" Jeff didn't understand a little, he pretended to take out the silver coins in his money bag to buy bets, but when the person with the blood drop pattern walked in front of him, Jeff grabbed the other party and asked the other party on the grounds that it was the first time he came to Mecklenburg Castle, and he knocked on the side to get a lot of news, it turned out that they were junior members of the Blood Drop Organization, and were only responsible for some miscellaneous and simple security patrol tasks, such as this arena belonged to Arrod, so maintain order in this crowded field, and fair bets are their responsibility.

"Don't look at us like this, in fact, we can become the primary members of the Blood Drops also through a rigorous examination, which is personally assessed by Lord Earl." The man asked by Jeff puffed out his chest proudly, the small wooden sign with the pattern of blood drops pinned to his chest was particularly prominent, and a short, round and thick wooden stick was pinned to the leather belt around his waist, and if anyone tried to cause chaos, the low-ranking member of the blood drop would draw a short stick and whip it.

"So, you're still from the Count of Mecklenburg?" Jeff originally thought that this so-called blood droplet was just a subordinate of the spy chief, but he didn't expect that it was divided into three stages, low-level, middle-level and high-level members, and it could be expected that the closer to the high-level members, the more mysterious they became, which made him feel a chill down his spine.

"Yes, the Earl pays us low-ranking members three silver dollars a week, and provides us and our families with a place to live, and it is said that middle-ranking and high-ranking members have more income and rights." This person who has just become a low-ranking member of the Blood Drop seems to like to show off his work to others, originally just because he couldn't live in another territory, and immigrated to this border territory with his family, but he didn't expect that life here is simply amazing.

"Three silver houses a week, there are ten people here, where did he get so much money?" Jeff looked at the people wearing wooden plaques in the arena that only built a jousting space and spectator seats, and he knew that any large building was built little by little, and it was difficult for even an earl with a fief to use his own financial support, and Jeff seemed to smell money when he had to build such a large building and pay the honoraria for his own workers.

"Ah, Sir Colin of Lorraine finally slashed the head of Sir Willy from Swabia in front of him with a beautiful slash, and the head of Sir Willy from Swabia stood in front of him, although this Sir Willie from Swabia wore an iron helmet, but it seemed that he was already dazed as if he was drunk, oh, oh, look at him let go of his sword, and he surrendered, and the winner of this group was Sir Colin from Lorraine from Number Four." At this time, on a wooden watchtower erected in the southeast corner of the field, a man aimed at an object made of tin made of tin that a servant was holding announced, through the iron trumpet, to the people in the field, that he did not know why his voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly in the noisy field.

"What is this?" Jeff's face turned pale, and he looked at the Alrod family heraldic flags planted on the watchtower, fluttering in the breeze.

"Hey sir, you've won the lottery." At this moment, the man wearing the blooddrop pattern pulled Rajef's cuff and said to him happily, and Jeff looked down to see an ear-like pattern drawn on his parchment.

"Hit?"

"That's right, congratulations, it's good luck, I'm right, Sir Colin has won many games, and it's good luck that you can go to the betting table with your number slip and get three times the amount of money you have bet."

Listening to the crisp sound of the silver won in the pocket, Jeff was a little fluttering, less than ten silver in the pocket was a drop in the bucket compared to his own property, but why there was a sense of excitement, looking at the crowd around him who once again entered the buying frenzy, Jeff seemed to understand Arrod's ability to collect money, this time entering the venue was a group of people with bows and arrows, they were separated by two white lime powder lines, and the archers stood on both sides, Twelve arrows with their heads wrapped in linen and stained with white lime stuck in their feet were at their feet.

"Bet pull, bet pull, this time to see which member of the bow and arrow team can survive the most, the odds are one to three~~~." The man wearing the wooden sign of the blood droplet, began to hold the parchment note again, began to collect money and distribute numbers, hearing the shouting and the frenzied betting around him, the corner of Jeff's eyes twitched, and his hand unconsciously pulled into his money bag. (To be continued......)

PS: Hey, the money I earned actually lost again, why can't Asia and Europe be strong, cheating daddy