The arrow was not fired. Arod released his fingers that controlled the strings, slowly lowered his bow, and inserted the arrows back into the skin. At this time, monk Elvit held Arod's arrow and walked back with a smile without any notice. In the letter from Monk Barth, the ink made of graphite appeared in Arod's mind. The words written on the parchment were very beautiful, but the content was chilling. It only revealed one news, which was to urge Arod to kill Arod quickly. In order to make Arod make a decision, monk Bath used both inducement and threat, promising that if Arod killed Arod, he would get the maximum help from the Monk of Saint Fontso, otherwise all monks who were part of the Monk of Saint Fontso would be withdrawn.

"Compared with the support of the Monastery of Saint Fontso, Monaster Elvit is insignificant. Why did you choose to leave Monaster Elvit for life?" Harvey ate the thin piece of meat cut by the attendant on the plate. Arod told the content of Monaster Bat's letter to Harvey, who was the chief of the court spy. On the one hand, he hoped that she could help her make the most correct choice, and on the other hand, it was also due to her identity.

"I almost shot that arrow, but later I decided to give up. That was because if I killed the ministers who surrendered to me in exchange for support, who would dare to ask me for protection from now on? Who would not worry about not being betrayed by me in the face of interests?" Aruod sat next to the wooden table. He did not move the venison in front of him, but held a glass of honey wine in his hand. This was sent by Jodo, the daughter of Jodo in the Rage Lion Castle. Aruod almost forgot which cute girl. After Jodo came here with his army, Aruod rarely saw him and his daughter because he was busy with government affairs. Aruod seemed to be helping the people in the Rage Lion Castle raise bees. Europa in the Middle Ages did not have sucrose, so the main sweetness was honey. In addition to being able to eat honey, beeswax was also an important material for making candles.

"Monster Bart will be very unhappy when he knows it." In the huge chamber, only Harvey accompanied Arod to have a meal. Others were sent to various places in the territory to work hard, but Harvey, as the spy chief, had to report all kinds of trivial information to Arod every day. The intelligence network compiled by Blood Drops is continuously transporting the movements of the surrounding territory here.

"I believe he will understand. I don't understand that the Bible says to treat your enemies well. Why is the dean of the monastery without any mercy and tolerance?" Aruod said with some distress, then put the wine beside his mouth and took a sip.

"Maybe he looks at the Old Testament, blood for blood for teeth for teeth." Harvey stood up sneered and licked his fingers, grabbed the wine glass from Arod's hand, drank the honey wine inside, and then fed the wine in his mouth to Arod half as the moment he kissed Arod. Just as Arod was flirting with heat, she reached out and pushed.

"Where are you going?" Aruod held an empty wine glass and looked at the woman helplessly, comparing this woman with a cat again. Sometimes the Heat was cold and frosty.

"Your old friend Jeff is here and is strolling around to inquire. I have to arrange for people to stare at him." Harvey said, twisting his slender waist and walking out of the chamber. When the door closed with a sound of shutting down, the entire chamber quieted down.

"Jeff, what does this businessman want to do?" Arod took a deep breath and stood up. He walked to the window. In fact, from here he could only see the rooftops of some buildings under the castle hills. However, Arod could imagine Jeff's fat body, and interspersed among these buildings like mice in small waterways.

At noon, Jeff finally entered Mecklenburg Castle to meet Arod. At this time, Arod's identity as an earl cannot be seen casually as he wants. He needs to go to the attendant room to submit the application. The attendant wearing a square robe submitted the application to the Diplomatic General Manager. However, because Arod had not yet decided on the candidate for the Diplomatic General Manager, he submitted it directly to Arod himself.

"Great Earl." When Jeff changed into a neat businessman's robe, he stood in the lord's hall and waited respectfully for Arod's arrival. Although he was a very rich businessman, his gorgeous clothes were forbidden by the church. As the third-class businessman in the society, he could only wear his house in his own house.

"Haha, I received the slaves you sent by Jeff. This time there are more than a hundred strong young slaves. They can join my army with just a little training. You know that I need more soldiers and men to fight against the pagan Slavs." Aruod deliberately came a little late. Under the guidance of a small attendant holding a sword, he walked down the stairs and walked straight to the lord's throne from the side and sat down.

"It is my honor to be able to serve you." Jeff quickly bent down, put his left hand on his chest, and waved his hat with his right hand slightly below, performing a respectful manner.

"I will let my newly appointed chief financial officer, Monk Elvit, settle the money to you later." Arod needed this despicable businessman to send manpower to him continuously. Although he was very despised by Jeff's double-faced actions, he was still used at present, so Harvey's subordinates only focused on surveillance and collecting intelligence.

"This is my honor, but I am not here in Mecklenburg County for this group of slaves." Jeff grabbed his hat in his hand, his squinting eyes filled with the careful calculations of the merchants.

"oh?"

"Sir Earl, did I hear you cancel the toll tax in Mecklenburg County?"

"That's right, in order to attract more merchants to trade." Arod felt that this was a well-known thing, and there was no need to hide anything. It was his own Count's right to decide on taxes and decrees in his territory. Could it be that Jeff dared to have any dissatisfaction?

"You are misunderstood by Count. I mean that this kind of policy of kindness is to take care of our merchants, which makes me admire 120,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

“Expand cooperation?”

"Yes, I found that there are many goods in your territory that other countries do not have, such as the soft bread I found in the market under your castle, a kind of salty and easy-to-preserve fish, and a sharp iron sword that I don't know how you can do it." Jeff said as he saw it in the market under the castle of Arod. He was also a little surprised when he first saw these goods. Unexpectedly, in just one year, there were so many specialties in the desolate territory that could imagine that when these rare goods were transported to other countries, the prices would be over.

"Why should I cooperate with you? I understand the value of these goods. If I ship them to other counties myself to sell them, I will definitely get more profits." Aruod smiled. These merchants did not have any profits and were eyeing their newly developed products so quickly. This was just that the first stage of the goods had just started.

"Great Earl, doing business is not simply a matter of transporting goods to the destination and selling them. If it were not for contact with local chambers of trade and obtained the local chamber of trade agreement with a business license, such a large number of transactions would probably be boycotted by local chambers of trade and would be expelled from the local market soon." Jeff shook his head and replied to Arod. It seemed that although this young count was very business-minded, he probably still did not understand the world of merchants, which gave Jeff a little confidence in the negotiations.

"So how much profit can I get?" Arod frowned. He rubbed his hands habitually, then stood up and paced back and forth in front of the lord throne, then turned his head and said to Jeff who was waiting aside.

"How about 40% of the profit of each cargo?" Jeff's nose was sweating slightly. He knew very well that this was the most critical moment of negotiations. If he could get the monopoly of these cargoes, his wealth would likely rise again.

"No, 70%." Aruod had the fine tradition of bargaining among the Chinese people in his bones. He shouted at Jeff with his eyes.

"What? No, I won't even have enough travel expenses. Please pity me, the noble count. Passing the lords' levels along the way will be enough to make me bankrupt." Jeff pretended to be pitiful, but this was not a lie.

"I give you my flag so that you represent me, the private caravan of the Earl of Mecklenburg, who can pay much less tolls."

"Okay, 50% of that, this is my biggest concession." Jeff stretched out his fat palm, wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, and continued.

"Sixty percent, don't forget, I only know the secret of making these specialties." Arod said viciously to Jeff.

"Okay, okay, the deal." Jeff's eyes twitched a few times, and he lowered his head weakly to agree to Aruod's pricing. At this time, the solemn lord hall was like a market. The little servant guarding aside opened his mouth and looked at the scene in front of him. The supposedly arrogant and noble count bargained like a merciless businessman.
Chapter completed!