Chapter 93: On the Voyage

The tip of her nose was buried deep in the depression through the thin cashmere pajamas, and a trace of body temperature was transmitted through the fabric, moving slightly with her steady breathing.

Caesar listened silently for a long time, then raised his head in confusion, looked up into Olivia's eyes, and said in confusion:

"I didn't even notice."

Caesar felt a little frustrated. Olivia lived with him every day, but he didn't even realize whether she was pregnant or not.

"It's only this big, and you've never given birth, how can you tell?

If they hadn’t reminded me, I wouldn’t have noticed.”

Olivia stretched out her finger and measured the size of an embryo that was about one month old.

She sat by the bed, while Caesar was still half-kneeling on the ground, either leaning his ear to the side to listen through his belly, or putting his cheek against it, trying to feel some sign of life.

Even though he was going to be a father and felt curious or happy, Caesar didn't show any obvious emotion on his face.

However, he suddenly became busier than before and felt a little overwhelmed.

After thinking for a moment, Caesar got up and asked the servants to rearrange the bedroom, adding more carpets, chairs against the wall, re-making the bed, and adding more pillows.

She then instructed the servants to clean up the baby room, find a few more experienced nuns with clean backgrounds, and prepare a wet nurse for the child.

Caesar did not leave the house for several days. He sorted out all the things he needed to prepare, and then rummaged through the bookshelf to get a few scriptures to decorate the house, intending to carefully look for a few names.

In the tradition of aristocrats with titles, almost everyone's name is based on stars or myths, or inherited from their ancestors, without much variety.

Olivia didn't have any thoughts on this. She just hoped that the child she picked out would have higher talent points and be more good-looking. She really didn't have the heart for fancy names.

There is no need to worry about the preparations. Olivia handles official business for three or four hours every day as usual, and uses the rest of the time to study the three meals a day.

After Vansh was transferred to be the housekeeper, Olivia's personal maid was replaced by two maids from the manor.

The younger one was the miller's second daughter-in-law, Mrs. Rig Declan, named Lonnie Declan.

The older and more mature one is Sheriff Tani's eldest aunt, named Jones Pudien.

Both of their husbands are cavalrymen in the camp, and they plan to send them to the Knights Templar to study next year so that they can obtain the title of knight.

It seems that by following the lady, his position will be promoted much faster than that of a soldier. He really has a bright future.

But they knew very well that taking care of the lady's daily life at such a special time was a heavy burden, and their entire lives and property depended on it.

So they were very cautious and kept a close eye on Olivia's diet. Not only did they test every meal for poison in advance, but if they heard Olivia sneeze, they would call Bishop Fanon from the church to come over and take a look.

Fanon thought about it for a long time and could only ask the monk to bring a few packets of herbs and some scriptures to visit the Baroness.

In the living room, Olivia sat on the cushioned sofa in a comfortable long dress, and Fanon sat opposite her.

The maids stared at the bishop nervously.

While Fanon chatted about the recent food and drink, he used his eyes and smell to check each one from head to toe.

First of all, the lady's whites of the eyes are very clean, neither yellow nor gray, nor very transparent, and there is no bloodshot above or below.

This shows that there is no problem with the lady's liver and gallbladder, she is not suffering from ischemia, and she has no problems with her cervical spine or gastrointestinal tract.

Her cheeks were not pale, her mouth was not cyanotic, and her skin was free of any acne. She looked more radiant than anyone else present.

Finally, my hands were not swollen, and I was in very good spirits. I looked the healthiest I could be.

Finally, Fanon planned her diet, emphasized a few things that she couldn't eat, and took out some herbs to protect her from the winter cold before leaving.

The maids were relieved after receiving assurances that the lady was in very good health.

Olivia sighed and asked the maids to bring the work to the living room while she worked on it slowly.

Her body is also system data. Unless she is killed in one blow, she will not have any health problems. Normally, her appearance template will only be gradually updated with the set age.

And this child is also data. Unless she, the player, is fatally hit, it will not have any effect even if she uproots the weeping willow.

However, the NPCs had no idea about this and they still had to worry about it. Olivia was not stubborn either. No matter how much they worried, they still had to complete the tasks.

After finishing her official business and preparing to take a lunch break, she went back on board to check the real-time progress of the ship.

It's already January.

The vessel has been sailing for a few days now and is currently off the coast of Alta, and everything is normal.

Every winter, thick ice forms along the northern coast, making it difficult for ships to navigate.

The port of Einwetten is impacted by warm ocean currents and river water, so it does not freeze. After leaving the near sea, the ship reaches the vast ocean and heads south.

Although Letilen knew how to steer the ship, he still hired a few experienced sailors. He stood on the deck all day with a magnetic compass to determine the direction, wind direction, and distance.

There were more than a hundred people on board, as well as the entire bottom warehouse's cargo.

The food, clothing, housing and transportation of all the people on the boat were all on the boat, and they relied on dry food to fill their stomachs. They planned two supply points along the way. When they were about to reach the supply points, they would launch a small boat down to the shore, purchase necessary supplies, and then return to the boat.

Before arriving at its destination, the port of Karamu, the ship will not dock, but will slow down near the coast and wait for the small boat to catch up.

However, he himself did not make much use of the preparations he made.

Letilen ate almost all his meals on the ship with Moni.

When the big businessman set out, he only brought money, a few boxes of luggage, and two servants, but no goods.

But Letilen didn't expect that his box was full of food that was enough to last for more than a month.

For example, refined salt, honey, various dried meats, cheese, wine, various vegetable sauces in glass jars, even fried mushrooms soaked in olive oil, and various edible spice powders.

On the boat, there was plenty of beef and mutton to eat, but there was not much choice of vegetables, only radishes, onions, and turnips.

Therefore, Letilen did not pretend to be noble and refuse. As long as Moni invited him, he would have dinner with him and chat with him.

After a few interactions, we went from being half-acquaintances to close friends.

Moni originally wanted to establish a good relationship with Letilen purely for the purpose of taking root in the north and facilitating sea shipping.

But gradually, Moni realized that the stewards around Lord Einwidun seemed a little weird.

He didn't know if it was reasonable to say so. After becoming a close friend with Letilen, he was surprised to find that Letilen was so active and proactive in his work, risking his life to lead the merchant ship, but he didn't even seek any personal gain for himself.

All to bring more business opportunities to Eindhoven.

It was another meal time when the two of them were drinking, eating and chatting about port trade when Letilen brought up this matter.

"If you were working for my wife and my master, you would do the same."

Moni smiled and said, "I won't work for anyone in the future."

However, he was still very curious and asked Jiusi carefully about the matter. Moni paid the fare when he boarded the ship.

However, there were still seventeen or eighteen small businessmen who, I heard, had no money for the journey, but were able to sign up directly and board the ship and go out to sea.

He was very curious and asked his servant to inquire about it. He found out that these merchants were shop owners who had opened shops in Einwidden for a few months.

These shop owners all have very small businesses and probably have never been abroad in their lives, let alone going to the most prosperous port of Galamu Capital in the southern part of the continent.

In such an era when long journeys were full of dangers, they followed the baron's ship, which not only ensured their safety but also allowed them to travel far to explore new markets. It was truly a perfect combination of benefits.

Even Moni couldn't help but think that the business environment in Eindhoven was really good, which showed that there was a master behind the scenes.

Letilen remained calm, knowing that he would not be able to resist falling into the trap.

Then he slowly talked about the administrative structure within the entire fortress and various business policies.

Moni could hear that these policies were arranged very rationally, restrained, and relaxed to a certain extent, suitable for law-abiding businessmen.

The person who made this law must have been very wise.

Finally, Letilen explained that all of this was led and promoted by the Baroness.

"So this was all the Baroness's plan."

Moni stroked his chin, wondering whether he should work for such a lord.

“My cousin Gosri, Jagbo and others, the workshops and everything else we work hard on, we can see the results.

If you have any difficulties, please inform the Baroness and you will get full support.

Who would treat merchants like this if it were another lord? "

As businessmen, both knew that as long as they had land and military power, it didn't matter how poor they were. When they had no money to spend, they could just grab wealth from merchants and slaves.

It is very rare to find a lord who treats merchants with respect.

Moni knows that hard work does not necessarily lead to results, and luck is also needed.

"Actually, I didn't go out to sea with money this time to buy goods."

Moni pursed his lips and said.

Letilun frowned: "Then what are you doing with all this money?"

"Buy land."

Moni said, "Think about it. We in the north can't grow tropical crops like olives and grapes. This means we'll never have the bargaining power for these commodities. We have to accept whatever the southern merchants say they'll pay."

The north is cold, the environment is harsh, and there are not many resources, but no one wants to accept their fate.

"I went there this time just to see if I could get a piece of land in Karamu. I'm not afraid of being squeezed out by the local merchants. As long as the lord there is easy to get along with, then it's easy."

Moni knew that what he said sounded a bit naive, but he knew even more clearly that for a rich but powerless businessman, money in his hand was a death warrant, so it would be better to find a reason to spend it somewhere useful.

But Letilen felt that all under heaven belonged to the king, and wherever he went, if he wanted to do business successfully, he had to deal with the local lords.

Knowing that his trip would most likely fail, he said:

"What if it doesn't work?"

It would be fine if northerners went to the south to do business, but if they wanted to steal jobs from southerners, they would inevitably be attacked by everyone.

Unless, it is the spears and swords of the North that conquer the South.

“If I can’t, I will buy more goods and return to Eindhoven.

In short, this time I want to find out more about Galamu's background.

Even if someone could just sell me a small island, that would be enough."

He is not sure yet whether Eindhoven is a place he can rely on, but he is sure that it is a good place to do business.

If it really doesn't work, just go back to business.

In a blink of an eye, in late January, the merchant ship bypassed the most dangerous strait, and near February, the ship arrived at the port of the capital of Galamu.

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