Gibran took the whirlwind cannons given by Arod. These whirlwind cannons were dismantled and loaded on the baggage and pulled by a pack horse. Seeing the convoy gradually moving away, Oun, who rushed back from the smelting base, stood beside Arod. Even a master who was devoted to technology, he knew who had mastered the weapon of the whirlwind cannon and who had a huge advantage in siege. Arod gave it to the royal family easily. Isn't the price a bit too high?

"Don't worry, this light throwing weapon is just my early test piece. Have you never seen what a real siege looks like?" Arod seemed to see Oun's doubts. He smiled and stood on the city wall, looking at Gibran and the convoy walking on the cobbled path from above. Gibran seemed to see Arod standing on the city wall. He quickly turned his horse's head, took off his hat and saluted Arod, and then returned to the convoy.

"Is there any siege equipment that is more powerful than a whirlwind?" Oun looked at Arod's face curiously. The young count always had unexpected ideas, and once these ideas became reality, they would bring infinite shock to the people around him.

"Yes, is the progress of smelting the base weapons still going well?" Aruod turned around and walked down the city wall. Oun hurriedly followed him. They were talking while walking, with two servants and two spear guards in leather armor following them.

"Apart from the cost of charcoal, the others were smooth." Oun was responsible for manufacturing the armor and weapons of the Mecklenburg army. The wild-wind cast iron kiln used the action of wind to make excellent iron. Of course, this also benefited from the purer iron ore of Europa itself. The water conservancy forging workshop was also successful under the guidance of Arod, using the power generated by the flow of rivers. The rotational force generated by this combination of wooden gears lifted a row of three iron hammers and smashed the iron felt at the same time, gradually pounding the red iron block into the shape of the blacksmith's mind. However, because there is no suitable steel, the gears made of wood are very easy to be damaged, but even this saves a lot of manpower and increases the output in the forging workshop.

"Don't worry. I have handed over the fuel to the Chamber of Commerce in the town of Visma. They will bring us enough burning materials. There is another thing, I will tell you the method of running water, you can also try it with Master Newman." In order to improve the productivity of weapons and armor, Arod had racked his brains and tried his best. The method of running water has actually appeared in ancient times. The Qin Empire in the East and the Roman Empire in the West are all products of this system. However, after Western Europe entered the medieval era, the guild system was popular in the world, and the masters and apprentices were adopted. Although this could cultivate excellent masters, it also limited large-scale productivity.

"I know, we divide the apprentice into several levels. The primary ones start with individual parts, the intermediate ones can be exposed to certain techniques, and the highest ones will be carefully taught the art of iron and fire." Oun believes that Arod's method is good for improving the speed of making armor weapons, but if an apprentice can only make leather belts in his life, then he will never be able to become an excellent armor making expert in his life.

"Okay, you and Newman arrange this matter yourself. All I want is quality and quantity. Through communication with Lord Gibran, I feel that the conflict between the royal family and the local dukes will deepen. Perhaps in the near future, in addition to dealing with the Slavs, we may also be involved in the battles within the nobles, so I need a large number of weapons and armor to arm me." Aroud thought of several conversations with Gibran, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. As the royal family with the highest authority, he could not command those tribal dukes, and Aroud, who had thousands of years of historical knowledge, had very clear about what would happen when the power of the local area was greater than the central government.

"Will a war happen?" Oun's face turned pale after hearing Aruod's words. He grabbed the corner of his clothes with concern. In the war, the fire of war would destroy all the beautiful things that humans would be like, revealing the ugliness and darkness in the deepest part of mankind.

"Don't worry, after all, we are on the border of the empire. Even if a war breaks out, we will not be involved soon. And I am determined to vassal Duke Mason, so if there is anything else, Duke Mason will take us on for us." Arod stopped, stroked his hand on Oun's back, and comforted the blacksmith master.

"Are you finally determined to serve Duke Mason as the monarch?" Oun asked curiously.

"Yes, my father asked someone to bring a letter to tell me that Duke Mason intends to marry his daughter to me on the condition that my allegiance is my knowledge." Arod smacked his lips. He knew that the news that Baron Wendell had brought was itself an advice, advising him to vassal Duke Mason. After all, the old Baron has served the Herman family for the rest of his life. Emotionally, he hopes that his son will choose Duke Mason. Moreover, Duke Mason even has his own precious daughter to marry him. If he refuses, wouldn't he offend the person to the end.

"But are you still hesitating?" Oun felt that this was simply a gold coin falling from the sky. Marrying up with Duke Mason was something that many nobles dream of. Once they succeeded, they immediately joined the ranks of great nobles in the empire, and their family would also become one of the most influential families.

"I~~." Arod didn't know what to say. He was not familiar with this Princess Josie. If he was a native of medieval nobles, then this marriage was perfect. However, his soul came from the 21st century and he was unable to accept political marriage. However, reason told him that this was his best opportunity, which was also the reason why Baron Wendell's father's eager letters came. Almost at this time, most people saw Arod's future was immense.

After saying goodbye to Oun, Arod returned to his bedroom. He rejected all visitors in the bedroom, paced back and forth like a lion in a cage. In annoyance, he sat on his big wooden bed, bent down and dragged out a wooden box. After opening the heavy wooden box made of fir, some of his clothes were stacked under the clothes. It was a handkerchief for women, with some patterns embroidered on it, all of which were flowers and plants that women liked. Looking at this handkerchief, Arod's thoughts seemed to return to the moment he was attacked on the way to Lida Castle, and the pattern on this handkerchief revealed its relationship with the Hermann family.

"I should marry someone I like, not a princess, or compromise and marry a princess who doesn't know how beautiful and ugly it is for the benefit of the family." Arod held the handkerchief and lay on the bed tortured by this problem. He needed marriage. This was not only because he needed to continue his bloodline to inherit the Mecklenburg County he had captured, but also determined by his current social status. As the count of a county, if there is no family or offspring, then those who follow him to fight bravely will feel insecure. Even if it is not for himself, he must choose the right woman to marry.

"Harvey, it's impossible, not only because she is a low-ranking civilian, but she doesn't seem to have the intention to build a family. She is like a female leopard growing in the forest, and no one can tame it. Shirley, a goddess, why can't you give up your faith?" Aruod counted the women around him in pain in his heart, but after counting and counting, the only thing that could be accepted was the girl who was feeding water by the stream. But when she was unconscious, she didn't even know what she looked like. The only clue was the handkerchief in her hand, and the handkerchief showed that she was a woman from the Hermann family.

"By the way, since it's a member of the Herman family, it's easy to deal with. I just want to marry her. I believe Duke Mason will not refuse the same marriage." Arod suddenly figured out this problem. He sat up and strode to the window. He pushed open the wooden fan of the window and shouted loudly to the outside of the window to vent his annoyance. He heard the roar above the tower. The guards thought something was wrong. They quickly walked down the tower with long halberds and spears in their hands. When they raised their heads and saw Arod standing at the entrance of the window, they knew that the voice came from their monarch, so they quickly lowered their heads and bowed to Arod and returned to their posts.

Shortly after Baron Wendell's letter came, Duke Mason's messenger also came to Arod's castle and formally proposed a engagement to Arod. However, Arod neither refused the messenger nor agreed. He took out a female handkerchief embroidered with the Hermann family's seal and handed it to the Duke Mason's messenger, asking him to find the master of the handkerchief before he was willing to talk about the engagement.

The messenger who took the handkerchief felt confused, but he did not dare to neglect it. After all, Arod had already controlled the princes of a county at this time, and the messenger had to say goodbye Arod and set out on the road to return to the Principal of Mason. After several days of bumpy journey, he finally arrived at the capital of the Principal of Mason. When he entered the Duke of Mason's court and told the Duke about the incident, Duke Mason was furious.

"This boy who has not even grown all the hair dares to fool me. I have married all my most precious daughters to him. He treats me like this." Duke Mason blew his beard and glared at me, and pierced the female handkerchief in his hand on the ground, cursing. His roar echoed in the open hall, and the servants standing between the stone pillars were so scared that they dared not say anything.

"What's wrong with my father?" At this time, only Duke Mason's daughter Josie could stop his anger. The beautiful princess had been looking forward to the messenger's reply, but unexpectedly she heard the roar of her father.

"Look at it yourself. He is actually looking for the owner of this handkerchief." Duke Mason sat on the wooden chair with anger and pointed his hand at the handkerchief on the ground. Princess Josie hurriedly carried her skirt to the front. When she bent her knees and picked up the handkerchief, she felt that the handkerchief looked familiar. She couldn't help but exclaim. Isn't this a handkerchief that she was attacked on the way to Lida Castle and helped Arod wipe the wound? The embroidery on it was only half embroidered.

"I understand, please hand over the handkerchief to me. I understand what Earl Arod means." Josie said to the inexplicable Duke Mason with joy, then picked up the handkerchief and returned to her bedroom like a flying handkerchief, picked up the silver thread and needle, and stabbed a line of words on the handkerchief, which read, "In the fragrant courtyard, next to the clear stream, I love you like this." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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