Led by a servant sent by Count Lauz, Kratzer rode a fast horse along the dirt path towards Mecklenburgshire, where Kreizer covered himself in a hood and cape, but his tall and burly body attracted attention, and if it weren't for the letter of Count Lauz, which was not presented by Count Lauz's servant, Kreizer would have been detained before he reached Mecklenburg.

"Beyond this border forest is Mecklenburgshire, and you have to be careful when you get there." The servant of the Count of Lauzitz said to Kreizer.

"Oh? In the first few territories, I didn't see you so careful? Krezer asked the guide sent to him by Count Lauz with some curiosity, the journey along the way Kreeser actually has a clear view of the situation of the territories along the way, if it is a Viking, it will inevitably be vigilant by the counts in various territories, but because he is the messenger of Count Lauzitz, it is really clear that those territories are strong in defense and those are weak.

"Mecklenburg is different from other territories, they have their own system, they are heavily guarded, and it is said that there is a secret army that looks like civilians on weekdays, but if there is any change, they will definitely notice it."

"Isn't it an agent?" Kreeser scoffed, he felt that the guide that Count Lausitz had arranged for him was a timid fellow, and as he was talking, they had reached the border forest of Mecklenburgshire, and there were only three or three travelers on the road, just like the usual territories. Krezer knew that there must be levels of the Counts ahead, and that these levels were exploiting everyone who wanted to pass through his territory.

"Look at the watchtower." Looming out of the top of the tower among the trees, Kreeser saw his guide pull out another copy of the text in his bosom, which was the one of the local guilds in Lautzitz, to prove their identity as craftsmen.

"People who enter Mecklenburgshire pay attention and come to line up for questioning and registration." Kreze saw two guards armed with spears, iron helmets, and a black lion heraldic garment, shouting at the approaching watchtower, which had a wooden table underneath. A young man dressed in a squire's square robe. Sitting behind a wooden table, holding a quill in his hand, in front of him lay a piece of parchment that seemed to be writing something on it, whenever a traveler came to him. He was to be questioned by the young man. For example, where are you from. Where to get there, how long to stay in Mecklenburg, etc., when the traveler has answered, he or she will be given a different coloured sign. The sign has some quirky symbols written on it.

"What is this?" Krazer asked curiously.

"That sign is a pass in Mecklenburgshire, and if you don't have it, you'll think you're a stowaway lurker if you find it by the patrolling soldiers."

"Then why do these signs have different colors?" Krezer then asked.

"These different colors represent different periods of time spent here, oh yes, the symbols on them are only known to the mysterious troops of Arrod that I told you, they can know when you came and how long you will stay here." The guide explained to Krezer.

"Odin is on top." Krazer thought this was incredible, but when he thought about it, this method had a good preventive effect on the infiltration of spies, and he really didn't know how this nobleman named Arold came up with it.

"Name, age, what profession, what to do in Mecklenburg? Stay for a few days. When it was Kraser's turn, looking at the burly Norsemen in front of him, the two guards couldn't help but clench the spears in their hands, and the archers on the watchtower stepped on the battlements with one foot, leaning forward slightly, holding the bow in his left hand, placing his right hand on the quiver behind him, and caressing the arrow feathers with two fingers.

"We are a craft guild from Lauzitz, and we are going to the territory of the northerners through Guò Mecklenburg, where to buy some Viking wood carvings." The guide arranged by Count Lausitz immediately replied to the young man who had recorded and interrogated him with a prepared set of words, knowing that this was a young boy, but a trained squire from the Angry Lion Castle, a group of children whom Arrod valued very much.

"Behind you are the Vikings, right? The piece of wood he tried to carve it. The young man in charge of recording looked at the burly Krazer behind the guide, and said thoughtfully to the guide, if what the guide said was true, then this Viking should also be proficient in wood carving.

"Whew." The guide sent by Count Lauzitz did not expect the young man to be so vigilant, and he glanced worriedly at the tall and burly Krezer beside him, if Kretzer did not know how to carve wood, then they would definitely be captured and thrown into the dungeons of Mecklenburg.

"Haha." Kreeser stretched out his broad palm and patted the guide on the shoulder, and with his other hand reached out to the young squire, asked for a piece of wood, then drew a short sword from his waist, and then sharpened the wood, and with the movement of his hand, the sawdust fell on the ground like snowflakes, and in a moment a vivid horse wood carving took shape.

"Okay, I'm sure of you." Looking at the wooden horse that was placed on the wooden table, the young attendant nodded with satisfaction, picked up a quill and wrote something on a black wooden sign.

"Fortunately, you know how to carve wood, otherwise we would really not be able to pass the test, Arold's territory is simply impenetrable." The guide breathed a sigh of relief, and after leaving the outpost, he said to Kreeser with a sense of relief.

"They didn't collect toll tax?" It was only then that Kratzer remembered that they had only been interrogated, but they had not been asked for a son, could it be that the county was so rich that it did not need a toll tax?

"Yes, I heard that Arold has a zero toll tax policy in his territory, so the merchants like to come here, and this is also a distribution center for the fur trade." The guide smiled and explained to Krazier.

"Hmm." Krezer had already taken a keen interest in this territory at this time, and he saw a road paved with small stones appear in front of him, extending straight to the castle a few miles ahead, and the peasants drove the carts pulling hay towards the town outside the castle, and the wooden wheels pressed on the small stone road seemed very stable, even the passers-by on foot felt very comfortable walking on it, and would not be stained with mud on the path.

As Kratzer approached the town outside the castle, he saw a large semicircular building being built in the town, and a few steps further he could see where many merchants with horse-drawn carriages were gathered beside the street of the wooden houses, where people were trading in tents made of cloth of various colors, pottery of all shapes, iron plates, clothes and shoes were stacked outside the tents, and weapons merchants were selling iron swords and inferior leather armor.

"Why isn't there a blacksmith?" Kreeser walked down the street and asked the guide curiously.

"I don't know, it is said that Arold has his own way of forging swords and armor, and these weapon merchants are agents in the local chamber of commerce, and they are responsible for selling inferior weapons that Arold does not need, but this is just Arrod's pretense of mystery." The guide shrugged his shoulders and said to Krezer.

"Brush." Krazer walked up to a weapons merchant, picked up an iron sword and drew it, and the merchant immediately peddled his goods to him, even if it was a Viking customer, he was not afraid, and besides, there were a hundred guards in the town, and there were four hundred troops in training stationed in the castle not far from the town, and the merchants felt safe.

"What a sword." Krezer pulled out the iron sword, which was said to have been eliminated, and saw a little cold light from the blade, and he tried it with his thumb, but he didn't notice to cut his finger.

"Please be careful, this sword is sharp." The weapons merchant hurriedly dissuaded.

"This sword is made by cold forging method, it's really strange, I thought we were the only ones who mastered this technique." Krezer knew that the reason why the Vikings were able to run rampant in all directions, in addition to their brave spirit and strong body, was also the exquisite iron sword, the iron sword of the cold forging method of the viking could chop a thing that blocked the Viking warriors, and no one could surpass them in the use of iron tools, but today in Mecklenburgshire, Kreizer unexpectedly saw the same iron forging skills as them, no, even slightly higher.

"We're running out of time, we have to get to the port as soon as possible." The guide led Kraser, who was reluctant to look at the dazzling array of goods in the bazaar, and they continued to the north, until they finally smelled the salty smell of the sea, and saw a busy harbor, where merchants came and went and occasionally a few wooden boats docked.

Krezer had noticed a strange sight at this time, that is, the port here was very interestingly built, with wooden stakes driven into the water, extending a distance of a hundred meters from the shore, and then a plank was put between the two wooden stakes for people to walk on, but the difference was that there seemed to be something being built on the periphery of this pier, three wooden boats carrying heavy stones and earth in linen bags, which were thrown into the water by the people on the wooden boats, and it seemed that they had been doing this work for some time. The piled up of flax bags has gradually emerged from the water a little bit, as if to build a semi-circular earth dam outside the wharf, seeing here Kreizer can't help but admire, this idea is really wonderful, although the Baltic Sea will be partially frozen in winter, but when it thaws, the turbulent Cheng dù is no less than other river basins, with such a semi-circular earth dam, when the storm comes, the ships in the wharf can be safely docked. (To be continued......)