Rise of Rurik

After all, Fodgen is not a leader.

As a businessman, he was happy to give some copper coins to the poor handful of beggars roaming the dirty streets in order to obtain the satisfaction of giving alms when he was wandering in the bazaar of Melalen.

With the experience of giving alms in the past, Fodgen could not ignore the refugees who were sitting and waiting to die.

He is not the kind of so-called saint who can go bankrupt for charity, he just enjoys the satisfaction brought by charity.

Now, he also cannot witness the tragic death of a group of allied refugees.

save them? How to save?

Refugees need food! The only food that can be obtained quickly now is the cattle and sheep in the hands of the Gran people.

The Gran people are very determined, they will not give out their property generously.

Still, if money is used to solve the problem, it's not a problem.

Fodegan was indeed moved by compassion. He closed his eyes and thought about it, and suddenly thought that if it was because of his help, a small group of refugees would run to Melalen and tell the locals who was the savior.

Fodgen felt that he should have a good reputation among businessmen. After all, everyone has amassed a lot of wealth, and they are all "philanthropic".

He naturally thought of the big businessman Gould, and it was the old guy who thought of it. He suddenly thought of learning a plan from Gould in the chat.

Suddenly, Fodgen, who was still hesitant, stomped his feet fiercely, facing the leader of the Gran people, and said with a firm attitude: "I have decided, I will try my best to save people, and I will try to bring the refugees to a safe place. where."

"Ah? What are you looking for?" the leader asked with his mouth open and puzzled.

"What is the picture? The picture is a reputation, and there is a secret."

"Oh, then you're a kind man. Maybe you think you can tie them up and be the new leader of the Ostarans yourself."

"Who knows?" Fodergen shrugged. "I only have one last request from you."

"Say, what are the requirements."

"I want some cows."

"You!" The leader immediately had blue veins on his face: "You are my greedy cow, you are really a wicked person."

"Oh,

Piss off my friend. "Ferdgen opened his robe deliberately, showing the burlap bag hanging from the delicate belt: "Look, I'll pay a good price." My friend, you must be short of money when you go to a new place to start a settlement. "

The most important thing in difficult times is food and clothes. The leader of the Gran people is holding his chin. Considering that he is stationed in a new field, he must start dealing with the Yermalen people. At that time, no one will dislike more money.

The leader looked at Fodgen, and said in a difficult way, "I can sell you some cattle, but only a little bit."

"That's fine too."

Now is the time to make a ripped-off, the leader closed his eyes and thought: "There are too many refugees in this group. In my opinion, they can eat two fat cows every day. I'm sorry, I can only sell you two."

"You! You are so stingy."

"I price two gold coins for a cow, or twenty silver coins."

"Ah? It's so expensive? I can buy you a cow for five silver coins. In my opinion, you don't want to cooperate at all. You are robbing money." Fodegen said in an atmosphere.

"Robbery?" The leader blew his beard and made an angry expression. He put his face close and threatened: "In times of crisis, we can completely rob your caravan. You see, I didn't order this. Do. Fodgen, don't provoke me while I'm still kind."

"You!" Looking at the old guy's wide eyes, Fodgen could only admit it.

For the caravan of Fodgen, those ox carts also pulled a batch of cowhide and sheepskin, and there were even coils that they carried with them in the caravan.

And the sword of the treasure in his waist.

If the Granites are annoyed, they will not hesitate to incarnate into the exact same existence as the Danish pirates.

Fodgen, who confessed, took out forty silver coins obediently, and took two thin old cows from the Granites.

Can you save all the refugees by slaughtering two old cows? That is impossible.

The Granites took away the young women with the best physical fitness, and there were still a group of people who were in poor health and could eventually survive after only one or two meals.

Fodgen himself walked into the refugees himself.

He saw some mothers holding their sons and daughters. The mother looked pained and helpless, and shouted for help. The child's eyes were blank and at a loss.

Fodgen stood among the refugees, his brow furrowed deeply.

His mercenary leader hurried over and reported, "Sir, there are still many women with children, some helpless children, do you want to take them away?"

"Take it away? To put it simply, we can't save everything."

"So……"

"Bring your brothers and try to gather the refugees to me. Also, bring some more brothers to slaughter the two cows, and start roasting the beef immediately."

His subordinates immediately conveyed the order of the gold master, and felt that the refugees who encountered the great man also moved to this noble man who was gorgeously dressed and supported by many warriors.

Hunger and exhaustion still dominated the spirits of the refugees. They sat on the ground and begged the nobles for some food.

At this moment, Fodgen hurriedly and clumsily drew his exquisite sword. There was a buzzing sound on the blade of the sword, and while the soldiers admired the gold master's good sword, the refugees became quiet one after another.

He held the sword high, as if he were a warrior, but his big belly didn't match the image at all.

"You Ostarans, I can only save some of you. Are there any of you with money? Come with me with money, and I can give you roast meat."

As if the refugees did not understand.

Fodgen shouted again: "With silver coins, follow me! I'll sell you roast meat!"

money? In fact, many Ostarans did run for their lives with some money.

There are even some people who may have more than a dozen silver coins in their burlap pockets.

It's just that the richest people in the tribe are often the bravest. Leather armor, mail armor, and a wide variety of weapons were purchased and crafted with money. Some tribes even made bows at great expense.

After all, in the Nordic world, there are too few excellent bowsmiths in the current era, and it takes a lot of money to make a single oak bow and some arrows.

I found that I can use money to buy meat to eat. No matter how much money I spend, the barbecue is really eaten in my stomach.

This somewhat obese businessman is far more merciful than the Granites anyway.

Including the pair of sisters, when they learned that they could buy food with money, the elder sister seemed to forget the pain in her leg in an instant, pulled her sister up with difficulty, and followed the moving crowd.

However, there are many others who have no money, they have nothing.

In order to survive, they also got up and tried to grab a piece of meat and gnaw on it.

About 300 people followed Fo Degen. In the face of so many refugees, he firmly believed that there must be people who want free food.

Except for those who want to eat free, do the others carry a lot of money with them? According to the previous understanding of the people of Ostara, Fodgen believes that these people who are suffering are very pitiful. Maybe they all carry heavy money.

Businessmen are talking about business.

Because of the end of the commotion, the vigilant Granites relaxed, and it was a little late at this time, and it was not a good choice to continue on the road.

The Gran people camped on the spot and lit bonfires, and some tribes took the opportunity to drive cattle and sheep to grazing.

Another edge of the woods, where Verdgen set up camp.

Except for the refugees who died in the stampede, most of them gathered in front of his "barbecue shop" and looked at the beef roasted on the flames, and the saliva kept flowing.

At Verdegen's behest, his men handled the beef very thoroughly.

As hard labor, his guards took the best meat from the two cows, and the rest of the messy edible parts were roasted on the fire.

Even beef intestines with a strong visceral smell are now a sweet pastry that can survive.

There's even cow blood.

The sky was getting darker, and the beef began to cook one after another. Looking at the current situation, even the woman holding the child has now become an evil spirit.

People will lose their minds when they are hungry. Fodgen estimated that if his subordinates were not all swords and shields in hand, the looting would have happened long ago.

He did give his subordinates an order that anyone who tried to loot, no matter what kind of person, would be executed immediately without mercy.

The unkempt people stared at the fragrant beef. At the forefront were a group of women, their sarongs were badly worn, and their legs were partially exposed with wounds.

They had now forgotten that they had to cover themselves, and their minds were only about eating meat.

A soldier struggled to grab a wooden stick, which was strung with about 30 kilograms of barbecued meat. From the outside, the meat was already cooked.

Upon seeing this, Fodgen immediately issued an order: "The meat is ready. People with money come over to eat meat! Guards! Let them show their money, and only those with money will be released."

So, some women began to show their purses with some silver coins in them, and the first diners were put in.

She approached the arrogant Fodgen, took out more than ten silver coins of her own, and asked weakly, "Sir, is this enough money? I... I have two children."

"You?" Fodgen accepted the money readily and motioned for his subordinates to cut off two fist-sized roast beef.

Facing this piece of meat, the woman's face was full of embarrassment: "This... lord, can you give me some more? I'm going to Melalen, I'm going to Yermalen to hire a boat, I need some money, I Need more food."

"More meat? No way."

"Oh! My lord, it's because we are all allies." After speaking, the woman knelt down directly.

Seeing her bitter face, Fo Degen moved with pity. But seeing those eyes that were staring at him like a hungry wolf, he also became cold.

After all, there is only so much meat. If the Gran people gave two fat cows in good condition, they are obviously two thin old cows.

Besides, if the thirty warriors who guarded him did not treat their own people well, would they rebel?

The more he thought about it, the more Fodgen felt that the Granites made the right decision.

At this time, you must be cold.

Seeing that he was indifferent, the woman's mouth also stinks: "You seem to be a Melalen businessman. Only you Melalen are like this. You are simply profiteers."

"Profit merchant? Forget it." Fodgen pointed his sword at her face: "I can give you more beef, but you and your children will be my slaves."

This remark [Liancheng] is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue!

"Aren't we allies? You shouldn't treat us like this, you shouldn't make allies slaves. You Mellarens can't be so cruel."

"No! I'm merciful. You only have enough money for this meat. Do you want more beef? Yes. I can even send you to the port of Meralen, which is not what you hoped for. If you give me a thousand silver coins, I can escort you all the way, but unfortunately you only have fifteen.

I will not ask you to be a slave, but you and your children will do things for me for the next few years, and then I can set you free.

I think the deal is fair. Do you choose to starve to death now? The men who took the lead are dead, the Gran people are not going to save you, only I can save you. Do you have better options? "

It has to be said that this woman has no beauty at all. When Fodegen said harsh words, he also complained that the Granny took all the beautiful women away.

The woman didn't appreciate it at all. She took the beef and said angrily, "I won't be your slave! You are a profiteer!" After that, she turned around and spat fiercely.

Seeing this man's stubborn appearance, Fo Degen's heart burst into flames, and his eyelids couldn't stop jumping. He wished he could stab this disrespectful woman to death on the spot.

Profiteer? Is money still money in times of trouble? To starve to death is to sit on a golden mountain, can you enjoy it in the underworld?

After the woman left, a second woman was put in.

This woman was even more generous. She actually took out twenty silver coins. Facing her harsh beef supply, she had no complaints. How could Fodergen not be shocked by this situation? It seems that he is indeed a big profiteer. Because an old cow provided by the Granites is only twenty silver coins.

Fodgen was a little surprised that the refugees were hiding a lot of money.

More than a dozen female refugees returned with the barbecue. They first distributed the meat to their hungry children, and then ate the rest.

The two girls were sitting with their backs against the big tree, looking at this kind scene eagerly, with envy in their eyes.

The younger sister muttered, "Sister, let's go buy some meat to eat too."

"No, dear. We are too weak to wait till the end."

"Why? I'm hungry."

"Wait a little longer, let's see the situation again." When she said this, her elder sister's hand, which was covered by the burqa, was tightly clutching a piece of high-grade amber polished to a crystal clear.

In extreme hunger, people often lose their minds.

Many impoverished refugees, even some women, may not be able to defeat sword-wielding warriors, nor can they deal with women of their own race.

The riots came without warning.

Almost instantly, those women and children holding beef became the target of public criticism.

People started screaming, and the scramble caused them to fight, and suddenly there was a lot of crying and shouting.

The sudden chaos took Gould by surprise, and what followed was even crazier! This group of hungry refugees, when they saw that it was difficult to grab a piece of meat, began to rush to the barbecue site.

Now, no one fears the sword of a warrior anymore.

"Damn! Defend! Quickly defend! Come and stab to death!" Fodegen had never seen such a wild scene, and his guards were also surprised.

The instinct of the warrior acts on the head of the guard, and now it is the enemy who dares to attack the barbecue stall.

Those scrambling for food were either knocked to the ground by shields or killed instantly by swords.

This group of mercenaries, who do the work of killing people, always do things neatly.

But it couldn't stand the large number of refugees, and a large group of people still rushed to the barbecue stall, regardless of the heat of the flames, and began to barbecue with guns.

Seeing this situation, Fodgen also became ruthless, and immediately ordered: "Brothers, kill all the looters! They are no longer refugees, they are all enemies who want to loot my goods. Brothers, wait until Melalen. , everyone gets a gold coin!"

Next, the madness of the guards.

They became efficient killing machines, and for a time, Fodgen's camp was horrified.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and blood seeped into the grass.

beef? Do not! All the kebab stalls collapsed. Some refugees who were stabbed fell into the fire pit, and soon changed into a hideous person on fire.

"Sister, what happened to them! I'm so scared!"

"Damn it! Let's hide!" For fear of falling into chaos and dying for no apparent reason, the elder sister pulled her to hide in the shadow of the big tree.

The two sisters survived the disaster again, and it was the refugees who did not participate in the looting who did not suffer either.

Seeing that the looting had been curbed by the most lucrative means, the furious Fodgen loudly ordered: "Brothers, enough is enough! You take all the bodies away, and our barbecue continues to be sold!"

The refugees who were still alive were terrified. They were all sitting in the sunset. Many people felt that they were about to be beheaded and were completely overwhelmed.

Clearly, the businessman did not want to continue the violence.

The bodies were carried away one after another, and some beef that had been roasted was turned over from the fire.

The sword-wielding Fodgen staggered, and, under the escort of five mercenaries, approached the terrified refugees.

He roared in a low voice: "Now, the troublemaker is dead. What about you? Do you want to live or die? If you want to live, bring money. No matter how much money, I will sell you the beef. Remember! Dare again. Looting, stabbed to death on the spot!"

Is that so? Some refugees who were once frightened staggered over with money.

After all, I am really hungry!