If you want to attack Mecklenburg, you have to cross the strait, and Kreizer has made a bold statement, but he has no men with him, and he has no ships necessary to cross the sea, which makes his words come to naught, and there is nothing more terrible for a Viking warrior than the loss of credit, and if he is not able to fulfill his promise, then others will regard him as a coward and a liar, and regard him as a useless dead man.

"I must have a ship, give me a warship." Krezer sat on the raised rocks by the sea, his eyes staring directly at the never-ending raging sea, above the dark sea, the golden serpent-like lightning flashing in the thick clouds on the distant sea, and the rolling thunder seemed to be the beating of war drums, which were the roar of thunder and the hammer of war.

"Ga, gack~~~." Suddenly Kreeser heard the crow of crows, he looked up and saw a flock of crows hovering above his head, he stood up excitedly, and looked at the black elves, the crows did not know why they flew and landed on the eaves of the Danish king's palace, which was an omen, at least in Kreze's opinion.

"Squeak~~." The wooden door of the palace of the King of Denmark was pushed open, and the ruler of the Viking tribe of the Sealand Peninsula sat on his high-backed chair, picked up the meat from the plate on the wooden table and ate it with a greasy mouth, and when he saw Krezer entering, he seemed not surprised, and continued his meal, only in the middle of the way, choking on food, he picked up his glass and took a sip of mead.

"Your Majesty, I need your help." Kreeser looked at the King of Denmark in front of him and pleaded with him.

"My help? I did the one you asked me to do. What else is there now? The King of Denmark picked up a dirty linen at hand, wiped his oily hands, leaned back in his seat, and said to Kreeser.

"I need two ships and a hundred warriors to go out with." Kreeser said.

"Why should I hand over my precious ships and samurai to you?" The King of Denmark pressed his chin on his hand and asked Kreze.

"I'll give you a third of the loot." Knowing that you don't expect a pirate king to help you for free, Krezer gave him a third of the spoils.

"Two-thirds." The King of Denmark said quietly.

"What?" Krazer said in a snort, two-thirds of the loot, then it means that he only got one percent from his hard work, and this price is too great. But if you don't agree, you won't be able to move an inch. At this point he felt that he had fallen into a trap set by the King of Denmark, and that he was the ignorant boar.

"And you swear allegiance to me, rest assured, after the Mecklenburgers have been dealt with. Where I will divide a piece of land for you. The King of Denmark touched his braided beard. Be able to become the king of pirates. What is needed is not only to be brave like a bear, but also to be as cunning as a fox.

"It's a deal." Krezer was fighting not only for the task given to him by Count Lauzitz, but also for his own honor. He could only agree to all the requests of the Danish king, but it was not necessarily a bad thing to become a vassal of the Danish king, and all that was left was to take a warship to Mecklenburg and plunder.

"Two warships, a cargo ship, eighty raiding warriors, and twenty shield maidens, will be deployed under your command." The King of Denmark nodded in satisfaction and said to Krezer.

"When can I go?" Kratzer asked eagerly, he had been here for a long time, and the anxious Krazer was eager to stand on the dragon-headed warship and greet the baptism from the sea and Thor.

"There is a warship that has a big hole in the bottom because it has hit the rocks, but it doesn't matter, my shipwrights have already started repairing it, and it will be ready for use soon."

The storm in the North Sea, also watched, the craftsmen of the port built the bunkers faster and faster, using linen strings as a straight line to measure the bricks, the serfs vigorously stirred the limestone and clay to the water binder, and then used two wooden planks for brickwork, smoothed between the bricks, so that there were almost no gaps between the bricks and unbreakable, with the efforts of hundreds of people, the bunkers gradually became higher, and the merchants who came and went looked at the tower, They did not understand why the Count of Mecklenburg had built a defensive tower here, but they had no complaints about being able to have three defensive towers where they were doing business, which would ensure their safety for the merchants.

"Lord Count." Brother Elvet, who was in charge of overseeing the work, saw that Arrod was going here from Mecklenburg with his knights and attendants as usual, and hurriedly greeted him.

"How's it going?" Arold did not get off his horse, so he asked his palace minister, Brother Elvet, that the blockhouse was gradually rising, and according to Arold's idea, four floors should be built, so that it could cover a distance beyond the port, and if the enemy crossed the sea to land and fight from here, he would inevitably be attacked from a long distance on the small pillbox, but later because of the limitation of the number of bricks and the lack of construction technology, it was built to three floors at most.

"It's very smooth, and it can be done within this week." Brother Elvet almost halted the rest of the construction in the territory, supervising the construction of the Slavic serfs day and night according to Arrod's orders, although it was inevitable that the Slavic serfs would be brutally whipped in order to keep up with the progress, but Arold's bakery was well supplied with bread and food, and these serfs felt that life here was not bad.

"It's good to build some wall stacks at the top, and places for the heating tongs so that you can use crossbows in the distance and pour hot oil and asphalt in the close." Arold added to Brother Elvet that this would be the first line of defense against the Vikings, and that this battle must be fought to show the damned Norsemen that he wasn't to be trifled with.

"Understood, Lord Earl." Brother Elvet wrapped the parchment around it, tucked it under his armpit, and bowed to Arrod.

"Your Excellency the Earl, two merchants have asked to see you." At this time, a knight of the Inner Palace, who was in charge of guarding in front of Arrod's left side, came over to Arold and said.

"Merchant?" Arold looked curiously, and the two merchants standing behind the knight of the Inner Mansion in the distance took off their hats respectfully and bowed to Arold, so Arold nodded that he could meet the merchants.

"Thank you, Lord Earl, for receiving us from humble times." A young businessman came up and knelt down on one knee in front of Arold, put his right hand on his chest, and spread his left hand outward, raised his head and said aloud to Arold.

"Where are you a merchant?" Arrod asked casually.

"My name is Feige. Carl, originally from West Friesland, was a grain merchant, and of course the amber from Mecklenburg is now quite popular with us. The merchant Feige said respectfully to Arrod.

"And what is the matter with Feige, what are you asking to see me?" Arold knew that West Friesland was a territory with a developed port trade, and the lords of the area also seemed to attach great importance to the development of commerce, after all, as an island formed by impact, the land was small and its own food supply needed to be imported, and the land of Mecklenburg County was significantly higher than the intensive cultivation and improvement of the accumulation of fertilizers, and the land of Mecklenburg was also suitable for good land cultivation, and the grain could usually be exported as part of the income.

"That's right, noble earl, we have seen these three towers you have built, they use very strange stones, and these strange stones can be piled up into buildings, I wonder where I can buy some stones, the nobles of our realm will definitely love this special color of stone." Fitch. Carl is a very smart businessman, he saw that those bricks do not need to be polished by the stonemasons of the stonemason's union, they can be stacked directly into buildings, this technique is really convenient, and he also bought a guard overseer in Guò, bought a small piece of brick, after testing he found that this thing is quite strong, but he doesn't know what the raw material is? Originally, I thought that these small square stones would be very difficult to polish and produce, but every day the handymen used the baggage carts to push the carts of bricks, and there was almost no interruption, and I really didn't know how this thing was produced, just like the Count of Mecklenburg had a magician, who kept conjuring up.

"Oh? You want to buy bricks. Arrod felt amused, and at the same time couldn't help but secretly admire the merchants' keen sense of business opportunities, his own travelers were only concerned with dealing with the terrible attacks of the Norsemen, and they forgot about the bricks they produced, which was a great weapon in this era, and most of the poor lords in the Middle Ages used wooden fortresses, but after all, wooden fortresses are not as strong as stones, and they are easy to catch fire and fire, and although the castles built of stone are strong and safe, but every stone must be polished by skilled stonemasons before it can be used, But now it's different.

"Oh, is this thing called a brick?" Fitch. Karl's eyes widened as he looked at the slightly reddish and grayish stone, no, it should be bricks, what a fresh word.

"I can sell it to you, but I'm building a small bunker in the harbor now, and I don't have any extra bricks to give you, but later, later you can buy good bricks from me, which is a good thing to build a solid building, and you won't regret buying it." Arold smiled and said to the merchants, the tone was like those rotten TV advertisements in later generations, but in order to take the money from the merchants' money bags, what did it matter? Who allowed themselves to hold the secrets and patents of the manufacture of bricks. (To be continued......)