The emergence of penicillin cannot be made on a large scale, but it gave Arud a clear mind. Every day and night before penicillin appeared, he looked at Princess Josie and her son who were sleeping, fearing that they would get infected with the virus and leave him.

"Bang." The door opened, and Arod walked in with a wine pot. It was a separate dungeon. There was only one big bed in the dim dungeon room and a wooden chair.

"It's been a hard time. In fact, it's still very safe here, so don't worry about illness." Aruod sat on a wooden chair and said to the woman on the wooden bed.

"..." But the woman on the big bed curled up her knees and said nothing, but Aruod didn't care about her reaction. In fact, he was venting his emotions through the words.

"It's so damn. It's really bad luck since we traveled to this era." Aruod poured himself a glass of wine and said while drinking, but they were all talking to themselves.

But this is the only place where he can tell the identity of a time traveler. He missed the days before he traveled. Even if he had a simple meal a day and lived in a small room of less than forty square meters, he didn't have to worry about the sharp blades piercing out of the darkness and not killing the people who blocked him.

The plague in Mecklenburg territory was not controlled until the summer, but this had no effect on penicillin made by Arod. Large-scale infections could only depend on the patient's own luck. However, another thing became the focus of the entire kingdom, that is, King Henry sent a message to the major princes to convene a meeting. Everyone knows that this is Henry laying the foundation for the inheritance of his son Prince Otto.

"Tsk, it's so damn." Arod folded a letter. This was a letter sent by Prince Otto, who confirmed the payment to Arod.

"Sir Duke, our fleet has not returned yet, and the territory has suffered a heavy blow from the plague. I am afraid that the amount of money the prince will not be raised for the time being." Monk Elvit said worriedly to Arod.

"Now, how much more is in our treasury after the expenses?" Arod asked, turning his head to Dylan Matt on the other side.

"There is only enough for two months of expenses left. Lord Duke, we have to sell some warehouse wood." Dylan Matt reported to Arod with a quill pen.

"So little?" Arod frowned. A penny could not kill the hero. Arod wanted to promote his currency through the authority of the royal family, but if he could not support Prince Otto in the inheritance rights, then the prerequisite for relying on the royal family's support would not exist.

"Maybe we should protect ourselves. Participating in the dispute between the royal family and the princes is an unwise choice." Earl Ron was also called to participate in the meeting. Local princes did not like to participate in the royal family. For them, no matter who is the king, they must guarantee their rights. They even need to win over the local princes. There are very few people like Aruod who lose money to the royal family.

"Well." Aruod didn't say anything. He had a big strategy in his mind. He couldn't tell such things to his vassals at this time.

"We should find a way to increase the tax now!" Monk Elvit looked at Arod. He secretly thought that Arod would not change his mind, so he said tentatively.

"No, the plague in the territory has just ended and the people are exhausted. If taxes are raised at this time, there will definitely be problems." Dylan Matt immediately objected.

"That's right, not only can the tax be increased, but the tax must also be reduced." Of course, Aruod would not do the matter of killing chickens to get eggs. He knew that this was the time to let the people rest and recuperate.

"What should I do about that money?" Monk Elvit asked while sitting on the chair, leaning forward slightly.

"You don't have to worry about this matter. The court officials and the vassals should do their own duties." Arud stood up, and after saying that, he walked out of the conference hall and left only the court officials with a look of shock.

"Dylan Matt, you know the Duke's heart best now. What do you think about this?" After everyone left, only Dylan Matt, and Monk Elvit were left in the conference hall, sitting face to face.

"Monster Elvit, how can I understand the Duke's idea? Haha, we just need to do our own things." Dylan Matt stood up staggeringly. The hunchbacked courtier was not breathless. When Arod showed Prince Otto's silver round, Dylan Matt knew it, but he could not announce it yet.

"This old fox." Watching Dylan Matt slowly walk to the door, Monk Elvit muttered in a low voice.

Arud was not idle and cared about the intrigues of the court officials. He was very troubled by the money raising matters. His fleet had not yet come back, which means that his large amount of money was still floating on the sea!

"Duke?" Suddenly, a pretty voice interrupted Arude's thoughts, which surprised Arude found that he had walked to the vicinity of the bakery without realizing it. It seemed that he had always been here a while ago, so the conditioned reflex also came here.

"Oh, Laila~." Arod looked at Laila in front of him. After making penicillin, all the equipment and Miss Shirley were relocated in the main tower. After the plague weakened, Laila's bakery began to produce again.

"Yes, Lord Duke, do you want some bread?" Laila took out a piece of bread in a white turban and surrounded her apron. She handed the bread to Arod. The bread was in a circle shape and looked like a new variety developed by Laila.

"Well, it's not bad." Aruod was in a much better mood while eating the bagels, and couldn't help but smile.

"Is this? This is a new variety." Leila said embarrassedly, with a blush of joy on her face.

"Ah, on this bad day, thanks to your hard work and help." Arod said gratefully to Laila. It was Laila's optimistic and positive attitude that Arod firmly wanted to make penicillin.

"No, as long as people can save lives, it is worth it no matter how hard it is. It's a pity that our medicine is made too little and too late." Leila said sadly.

"Well, but there will always be people who are saved for this. By the way, it's summer now that there is no hunting season for a long time." Arod finished eating the last little bread in his hand, patted his hand, and said to Laila.

"Is the hunting season? It's so good. There will definitely be many people coming to Mecklenburg." Leila jumped up happily. Although the hunting season is an activity for the nobles, it will also attract people around to come and form a market.
Chapter completed!