Rise of Rurik

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After twilight, the Mellaren Bazaar will be closed as usual. Gould Island under the nightfall is usually lit some torches. The torches on the island are not to attract businessmen who are willing to do business at night. In fact, no one does this. The bazaar enters spontaneously. To the curfew.

Torches must burn through the night, and sword-bearing mercenaries must patrol an island the size of a football field.

The closer the harvest season, the more Gould arranged manpower to step up patrols. After all, he had already hoarded some goods that needed to be shipped to Roseburg, and he had also hoarded a large number of silver coins, gold coins, and even servants to be transported away.

Numerous belongings are likely to attract a sneak attack by bandits.

People have been floating in the rivers and lakes for most of their lives, and Gould's guard can be said to be from the depths of the soul. He trusted the effect of the leader of Mellaren in fighting thieves and bandits in the market with an iron fist. The captured thieves were usually beheaded in public, and the escaped slaves were also hanged.

It is difficult to see the crimes in the Mellaren Bazaar during the day. Even at night, who can guarantee that there will be no robbers attacking them?

A large group of shadows approached the island with a strong sound of trampling waves, and the mercenaries who had already started patrolling almost instinctively believed that this was a pirate attack. All the mercenaries acted for a while. Gould, who was having fun with the newly bought Briton maid, was drinking and having fun. After receiving a report from the mercenary, he was shocked that the exquisite glass fell directly on the sand. .

He suddenly drew his short sword: "Are those **** who don't have eyes planning to attack my island? Tell my brothers to prepare for battle!"

Gould recruited and trained as many as fifty mercenaries, and more than one hundred sailors under his command were doing all kinds of handyman duties on the island.

What he worries most is that someone who does not open his eyes launches a sneak attack, so a sailor who seems to be incompetent can quickly put on a layer of hardened leather, pick up a short spear and a wooden shield, and act as a warrior. In fact, such warriors are no different from ordinary warriors of the Mellaren. To put it bluntly, most of the sea warriors are armed civilians. Among them, well-equipped warriors are regarded as warriors.

Gould took the time to make an array, but the shadows got closer and he thought the situation had become very absurd.

"My lord, once the enemy attacks, the shore will be very dangerous, please retreat later." The newly promoted mercenary captain advised.

"Stand back? Why do I feel that things are not right."

"My lord, it's really dangerous here."

"Wait!" Gould consciously saw a crowd of dark shadows, but he didn't want to leave. "These ships are not warships at all. Damn, could my oldest son come back early?"

Gould kept his subordinates on guard, and unknown opponents would not attack or counterattack himself.

The shadow gradually approached, and Snoreva on the bow suddenly yelled: "Dad! We are back early."

It was the voice of the eldest son, and his sudden return was really unexpected.

"Quick! Take the military equipment, our brothers are back ahead of time, go to pull the boat."

A misunderstanding came to an abrupt end, and the sailors and mercenaries who went to pretend to be turned into handymen.

A large number of torches were ignited under the night, and a large number of ships dropped their cables and fixed them to the trestle pier stably for the people on the shore. All the sails were gathered, and the planks for landing were lowered from the stocky cargo ship.

Rurik opened his eyes and tried to see everything around him clearly in the night. He looked left and right, and soon in the crowd on the shore, he looked at Gould with the help of the firelight.

"Ruriek! You! You are here!"

"Yes, I got the news, and I brought some brothers here in person." Lurikla, dressed in costume, got off the boat with Carlotta who was not in good spirits. For Carlotta, after a full year, she set foot on Gould Island again, only this time, she came here as the head of the dignified Ostra tribe.

Rurik's visit was a bit beyond Gould's expectations. Now that he himself came, the follow-up work has become very easy.

After a brief greeting, Gould realized that the purpose of staying in Rick was quite uninnocent. Others are here. This is to personally respond to Olekin, the leader of Mellaren, about trade, and also to make a positive statement about Olekin's alliance.

No, the girl Carlotta is here, she intends to participate in the future alliance event as the leader of Ostara.

Gould didn’t know how to judge the future: “Ruriek, that Olekin has no reason to break his promise. He will keep his promise. The five hundred pounds of silver coins you bring can be exchanged for five hundred thousand pounds of wheat. As for the Union’s matter. , I cannot guarantee that he will recognize Carlotta’s identity."

"He has to admit it." Ruriek said surely.

"But she is a child, and even a girl."

"Just so she lacks qualifications?"

"Probably so."

Rurik thought for a while. It is not surprising that men with power in this era discriminate against women, but Carlotta, as the leader, can no longer simply regard her as a woman, because her essence represents the will of the Ostala tribe. leader.

"It doesn't matter, at least we people in Rus admit them. In my opinion, if Olekin believes that Ostara is dead, it proves that last year's incident Olekin was just sitting and watching the destruction of an ally."

"Huh? Interesting." Gould squeezed his braided beard, and subconsciously reached out to squeeze Carlotta's small round face: "My dear, it seems that your man is real. There is great wisdom, and even knows how to use tricks."

Carlotta barely squeezed out a smile, her mood was very complicated, and she was even a little timid to see that Olegin. Similarly, her heart complained that the leader was not saved by the destruction of Ostara. For the dead of the people, I have reason to question the leader face to face.

The warriors disembarked one after another, and the vigilant Arik stood proudly on the island. He noticed that almost all the people on the island who had gathered were wearing leather armor, and many of them were wearing swords and wearing them. The chain mail gleamed under the firelight.

He became vigilant subconsciously, holding his sword hilt in his right hand at all times, and approaching Gould with a stubborn pace, and rudely asked, "Everyone I saw you was armed! What's going on. "

"Ah! It's the hero Arik." Gould hurriedly bowed to the young talents of this tribe.

"answer me."

"Oh, that's it. I almost considered you guys in the sneak attack." With that, Gould looked at Rurik, "My dear, the safety of Mellaren is limited to daytime. At night, there is a possibility that pirates will attack. Thankfully, I arranged a set of response mechanisms to act very quickly, so that if there is a pirate attack, I can immediately organize my troops to kill all the enemies who have landed on the island."

"It turned out to be so." What Gould described was something that Rurik had never thought of, and he had to admire Gould's high vigilance. "You did a great job, and now you don’t have to worry about it anymore. I came to the South but made the people very worried. No, I have fifty of the best fighters to guard, including your Yevlo. Now we are on the island. Now, your island will become safer."

"Oh, that's great."

"When will I see Olegin?" Gould was taken aback by Rurik's abrupt and urgent questioning.

"He... Of course you will see him. When do you want to meet? Tomorrow? Oh, that's a man with a strong sense of guard. This matter is just for me. I will arrange for a messenger to contact him first, and I am even worried. He will reject you because you are also a child."

"He dare! I came with the money." Hearing Gould say this, Rurik's not-so-good impression of Olekinben got worse.

Gould blamed himself for saying this casually, and he hurriedly broke the conversation: "You must be tired and hungry. You should have been a few days later. It is incredible. It only took five days to get from my island to Roseburg. Up?"

Snoreva looked proud, but Rurik was not very happy. He complained: "We sail day and night, and this is the first time we have landed. I am tired and hungry, and so are my brothers. Goul De, I am the most honored guest, and my cousin is also a great hero of the tribe. You can treat me with more roasted lambs."

"Alright! A few sheep is not a problem."

The intense stress of the boat and truck made Rurik indifferent to the deliciousness of the barbecue. He ate some roast lamb and added some thick salty oatmeal porridge, and then clamored for something important tomorrow, and quickly find a house price to rest . As for cousin Arik and the brothers who brought them here, how they drank Gould’s ale, or how they opened their belly to gnaw Gould’s sheep, they all interacted with Rurik. no problem.

This night, Rurik was forced to sleep on the ground.

He was really puzzled, whether Gould knew how to enjoy it. He built a house with wooden floors in Roseburg, which is actually a traditional Viking residence on the island? Is he not very concerned about the construction of the island?

Although sleeping on the ground, the sandy ground is covered with a lot of leather. The sleeping shack is soft and warm, and it is like a baby's cradle to the tired Rürik and Carlota.

Rurik is somewhat thankful that the Nordic world is cold, and there will be no annoying bugs crawling around, and there is no need to worry about sleeping on the ground being pierced by bugs.

A sudden banquet made Gould a bit exhausted. The banquet did not consume much of his wealth. It only took a lot of energy to serve the two Rurik brothers and even the elite Ross fighters who landed on the island.

After the banquet of wind and wind, there is another scum.

A large number of lamb bones, half-bitten fish, and some scattered wooden bowls were discarded by the open-air bonfire on the shore.

If there is anything that makes Gould very happy, there is nothing more than the arrival of the elite Ross fighters on the island, and the island's defense capabilities have increased. This matter also has a symbolic meaning. It clearly represents that the power of the Rus has officially penetrated into Lake Mälaren.

A new day, the cool north wind indicates that winter is not far away.

After sleeping all night, Rurik regained his spirit. He got out of a warm shack, dressed in a warm coat, and stood abruptly outside, witnessing a huge organic group.

This is Gould Island. A large number of people are walking around, and they obviously have their own goals.

The ruddy complexion of some children in plain gray clothes means their health. Most of these children walk past him with buckets, and some people hold bundles of withered and dry thatch. They are male and female, and their identities couldn't be more clear.

"Gould, you really are following the agreement to collect Mellaren's beggars for me."

They must be some poor beggars, who will eventually be transported to Roseburg to become Ross people. Of course, they are still servants.

Rurik had no intention of chatting with these busy children.

He is wearing a beautiful snow fox hat and a ferret coat. Carlotta, the girl standing next to him, also dressed like this, but seeing the children passing by, the girl's eyes became more ambiguous.

"Ah... these children are all rescued beggars." Carlotta sighed softly.

"Huh? You know them?"

"I know. Hey, I still don't say..."

Carlotta didn't want to mention the sadness, she was silent for a while, and asked faintly: "These children will definitely be transported back. According to the agreement, I will still be the leader of all the girls?"

"Valkyrie regiment? Of course. But..."

"What?" Carlotta grabbed Rurik's arm abruptly, looking expectantly at the small face of Rurik who turned his head.

"Well, your Ostala tribe population is too small. The boys who were rescued, I think they are assigned to you, they are all your tribe, what do you think? Under my rule, your tribe It must be rebuilt."

"Oh, you are so kind." Carlotta grinned and rubbed Rurik's clothes, as if they were a pair of siblings.

Carlotta is indeed one year older than Rurik, but most of the time she behaves more like a sister.

In the early morning, the meeting room for business negotiations on Gould Island suddenly became a dining room.

The island is also full of green smoke. Those who ate meat last night are now starting to gnaw the grilled fish fiercely. A few months ago, he was still the overbearing man in the vast waters south of the estuary of Lake Mälaren. The brothers of Arik ate the fish and talked about their previous achievements. They also expressed their feelings for the people of Mälaren who were soaked in fresh water. many.

See! Under the golden glow of the rising sun, the lake is full of sailing boats, and there are also a large number of paddle boats that hear the lake surface or net fish or fishing.

Arik and Rurik, the two brothers, as distinguished guests, are sitting in the conference hall on the island. In front of them, there are greasy barbecue and sticky oatmeal, and even the rarer raspberry candied fruit floating in front of them. Intoxicating aroma of mead.

Arik is the kind of unrestrained person. He is just a martial artist. In the face of such a rich breakfast, he ignores the non-existent etiquette and eats wantonly.

"Uh, you're really not out there." Rurik glanced at his cousin a little speechlessly, then looked at the Gould and his son who were sitting tightly but also potbellied in embarrassment.

Oh, this time Gould's former mercenary captain Jeflo is now completely a VIP.

It is a pair of insights that can get the status of today. Gould realized that his Jeflo had been transformed into a general who became more comfortable with the two generations of leaders of Ross. Jeflo is still very young, and he must be Rurik's right-hand man in the future. slave? Pooh! Perhaps Rurik, who has truly taken power, will give him the title of "war chief", representing the authority of the leader to fight in all directions.

Therefore, Gould treated the girl Carlotta according to the standard of facing a tribal leader, just as he suddenly realized the extraordinary identity of this girl a year ago.

"Rurik, I didn't expect you to come anyway. I saw that you brought a lot of precious goods that need to be sold, and a huge sum of money..."

After eating a few pieces of extremely sweet plum preserves, Rurik raised his head: "Don’t be polite. Your eldest son has told me everything. Now I solemnly tell you my attitude. I am very willing to agree with you. Olekin does business. Now I have only one question."

"Meet him to make business real?"

"Yes! I want to meet him, the sooner the better."

"Ah? So anxious? You were just as anxious when you got off the boat last night." Gould looked surprised: "I thought you would wait quietly for a few days."

"Why? Don't you know that time is money?"

Hearing this golden sentence, Gould clapped involuntarily: "Oh, precious time is indeed money. Honey, do you plan to see him today?"

"Isn't it OK? I came with the money, and I'm ready for everything. Maybe we'll clean up after dinner, and then we should go boating and land at the bazaar not far away. I want to see Olegin right away."

Gould looked embarrassed: "It's too sudden. My dear, I'm afraid that only the big leader is here in person to be eligible to go directly to the leader."

"Huh? Am I not the leader? The position of leader Rose must be mine."

"It's true, but that Olekin only recognizes Otto."

Rurik felt that Gould was perfuncting himself inexplicably, he stood up suddenly, and Arik, who was so frightened that he was busy eating meat, hurriedly put down the leg of lamb. "Gould, isn't that guy planning to do business anymore."

Gould's face became worse, and Arik's murderous eyes made him feel terrified.

He hurriedly said: "My dear master. If you are simply doing business, you only need to give me the money, and I can finish the business with that man. But if you come, if you go to see him, it is not just doing business. Business. You are the successor of the Ross tribe. When you go to see him, you actually go to see the leader. Oh, I hope you can understand."

Hearing that Rurik sat down slowly, his mood stabilized a little, and he almost understood Gould's specious words.

If the concept of a lord is similar to the concept of a king, are the tribes that have concluded a covenant equivalent to the concept of a duke? Isn't he the son of the duke?

In this era, the more noble people are, the more ostentatious they will be inferior and inferior. It is a normal state.

Rurik asked tentatively: "You mean, you must send someone or meet that person in person and tell him that I'm here?"

Gould hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Exactly. My dear, I will send someone to report to the leader. You don't have to worry about our purchase of half a million pounds of wheat. However, whether he will meet you depends on his attitude. Oh, I hope Olekin will comment on you, and..." Gould's eyes glanced at Carlotta, who was sitting quietly and obviously only interested in candied fruit: "And the female chief of Ostara. But. May he call you both."

Rurik shrugged: "I hope so. If he doesn't see me, I don't care. Listen, we Ross are not servants of the Mellarians. I never fear him."

Rurik and his cousin have firm eyes, and Carlota's attitude is the same. Gould secretly admired the courage of the Roths to challenge the leader. Moreover, the Roths did have a great challenge to inferiority. In consideration of their own interests, Gould hoped that the Roths would replace them as the new leader tribe.

Gould took a sip of the spicy "Ross Vodka". The spicy taste made him feel very refreshed: "Ah! I have already sold out the burnable spirits. I will leave some for my own enjoyment. The spirits have made me a lot of money. , I don’t expect them to recognize the name of what you engraved on the glass bottle? Oh, it’s called Roman script. Maybe the name of the Ross people has spread through these wines, and that Olekin bought a lot, I hope that guy will Because of the spirits, I have a strong interest in you."

"Wine is a good thing. We have made a lot of money. We should buy a lot of goods during the harvest season. You know my attitude!" Rurik's eyes were determined. "Silver coins are not important. How many daily necessities can be purchased with silver coins? is the most important."

Rurik is indeed not a greedy for money, he is very pragmatic! Gould followed Rurik's words and continued: "Well, although the harvest season is late, it will soon arrive. Now the market has reached the last lively period of a year. Rurik~www.NovelMTL .com~ I arrange a messenger to send a letter to Olegin. It will take a while. During this period, you can log in to the Merlaren Bazaar and you can buy some interesting things."

To the bazaar? Rurik suddenly became interested, and it was an interesting adventure to visit the largest market in Scandinavia in the ninth century.

"Okay! Then go to the market! Prepare the boat, and I will go to the market after dinner."

Gould chuckled and said: "Then let Jeflo be your guide. And the heroic Arik, it’s the first time you come to Mellaren. Your two brothers are deliberately challenging the power of the Mellaren, then Just go to their bazaar and see the life of the Mellaren people. I think this is very important to you."

"They? A bunch of cowards. I'm still interested in buying some interesting things." Arik looked disapproving.

Rurik agrees with Gould's words, knowing oneself and knowing his enemy is the truth.

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