Ingveig, the port of Rendonne.
After more than ten days of adjustments and preparations, Lorenzo finally welcomed the day of sailing. He stood in front of the tall cargo ship, a huge shadow engulfing him. Looking back, he saw that there was more than one such cargo ship, a total of four, lined up in the port.
"That means three of these four ships belong to your Stuart family?"
Lorenzo looked at the cargo ships with disbelief written all over his face.
"To be precise, it's Nordro's ship, and it's loaded with goods from the Stuart Group." Seleu corrected as he stood beside him.
"The Viking countries are poor and cold, and coupled with the civil wars in recent years, they need a lot of resources to develop. This is simply a blank market waiting for us to tap into."
The lessons taught by Yawei had obviously worked. Although Seleucus had not been in the position of Duke for a long time, he had already become somewhat of a duke.
"Thanks to the alliance between Inglvig and the Viking nations, our Stuart family will bring a large amount of supplies to the Viking nations on this voyage. We will also negotiate for the next trade. With the assistance of Nordro, this will be a route full of gold."
Seleu said with anticipation that this was the first project she had taken the initiative to plan after becoming the Duke of Stuart. She was eager to succeed and not disappoint those who had high expectations of her.
"That sounds really rich."
Lorenzo was amazed. Even though he didn't know anything about trade routes, after listening to Seleucus' description, he could feel those piles of gold, as if they were placed right in front of him, emitting a bewitching light.
"This is also one of the joint treaties between Inglvig and the Viking nations. We need to help the Viking nations develop to a certain extent. This means that most of our supplies are given away for free and we won't make much money. The fastest profit will have to wait until the Viking nations develop. But before that, there is a prerequisite, which is that we will not lose the next war."
Seleu shook his head to reject Lorenzo's words, with a hint of sadness on his little face.
"No one knows what we will encounter on the high seas. It could be pirates or the ironclad ships of Gaulnarlo. After all, the war is approaching and it only takes a little spark for it to break out."
"Don't worry about it. Aren't we going with you just to guard against this?" Lorenzo comforted Seleu.
"There's really no need to worry about that. These ships carry weapons that can eliminate the mechanisms. As long as we're not unlucky, it should be enough to help us navigate the high seas."
The sound of wheels creaking was heard, and medical staff pushed a wheelchair over with the injured Merlin sitting on it.
"You seem to be doing well."
Lorenzo was a little surprised. He didn't expect to see Merlin here. In his impression, shouldn't this guy be lying obediently in the ward
"Fortunately, I just can't die."
Merlin's voice was weak, and he couldn't help coughing a few times after he finished speaking.
"Can you give us some privacy, Duke Stuart?"
Merlin glanced at Seleu and said sincerely. Seleu didn't say much, but cooperated and walked to the side to check the goods with the staff.