Rise of Rurik

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Some of the internal affairs of the Frankish royal family are definitely not something that a small nobleman can understand, and it is even less likely that a village girl can know them.

Rurik tentatively believed in the girl's true identity, but on this issue, trust or not was not a big issue.

The question is, what is the position of this foreign woman in Ross.

"Okay, I believe your name is Gisla. I believe you are the daughter of Lothair. You... sitting here, you should know my purpose." Rurik's words were still offensive.

Blackbird still sat quietly: "I have cut off my relationship with Frank. If you attack Lothair, I... do not object or support it. Do women like me have the right to speak?"

"Little girl, you are tough-talking. Do you hate your father?"

"No. I don't hate him. It's just..."

She was obviously hiding something unspeakable, so Rurik raised his head, stared into her eyes and asked: "Tell me. Lothair, what kind of existence do you think he is!"

"Him." The hooked head suddenly raised. There were extremely complicated emotions on Blackbird's face, and her lips were trembling slightly: "He doesn't love me. Then, I no longer love him. At least in Ross, Someone loves me."

At this moment, a delicate voice suddenly intervened in this awkward conversation. Virika took her father's arm and rubbed her coquettishly: "I like the blackbird the most, she is my best friend."

"Oh? Is that just that?"

Verica's laughter ended the tense atmosphere, but she was so coquettish with her father, which seemed to the blackbird how eager she was.

"Now, Theresa the Blackbird is the priest in my hands and the personal maid of Verica.

servant. "High Priest Rumia solemnly explained the child's new identity.

"Personal maid? Best friend? No. I don't think it's simple." Rurik shook his head and continued to look at the girl's face. "I want you to speak for yourself. Don't be afraid, you see...I am not a vicious man."

"I... did betray God. There is someone who loves me in Ross." She replied calmly.

"Who? My daughter Verika? And the high priest who granted you a new life? You? Are you still pure?"

Rurik's words were extremely offensive. As a king, he had the right to ask this question. Moreover, due to the special nature of the Great Temple, those young lower-level priests must serve the gods in a pure manner unless they receive special needs. If they dare to have an affair with a man, they will become Unclean, in principle, punishable by death.

Rules are set by people. Although there were no such rules in the past, Rurik really knew why this group of girl priests from the Great Temple came - they were sent to be gilded by their parents.

To send their beautiful daughters to the Grand Temple for "further study", their families would have to pay a high "tuition fee", and both parties signed a written contract for this purpose.

The lives of the lower-level priests were guaranteed. They received education and their lives were restricted by commandments, the most serious of which was having an affair with a man. When they retire and return to their parents normally, they must still be pure when they return, otherwise this "sacred training" will be in vain.

Blackbird shook his lips: "It's Verika. And... the blue fox you canonized as Earl of Gothenburg. Joseph Blue Fox, that cunning fox."

"So it's him?" Rurik became even more curious and asked with great interest: "He is the general of the expeditionary force that I conferred. It seems that you were captured by him."

captive. how? A person who holds you captive, you...shouldn't you have feelings for him? "

"Yes! It's love." Blackbird took the chance and said in a tone that was almost a request: "I heard that you will decide my fate. King Ross, please allow me to marry Joseph Blue Fox, I want to live on as the Countess of Gothenburg."

Where is this? Rurik, who had just woken up, finally convinced himself that a so-called Frankish princess was in his hands. Now he has to admit the marriage between this girl and his general.

Rurik looked at Rumia with suspicion, smiled maliciously and asked, "High Priest? You should give me an explanation."

"This...it does happen."

"Is it really related to that guy Blue Fox?"

"It's that man's personal opinion..." Rumia couldn't make up her mind at all. After all, all the arrangements were based on Rurik's recognition that this girl was the fiancée of Blue Fox. After hesitation, she had to mutter: " Since dinner will be served soon. If you think it is necessary, you can even ask Blue Fox to come and have dinner together. And confront him face to face."

These words reminded Rurik.

He patted his thigh: "There's no need to have dinner together. After all, I want to have a good chat with Blue Fox. The next expedition can't be done without that fat man. By the way, hehe... I have to explain about Princess Gisla. clear."

For Blackbird, or Princess Gisla, she never thought that she would be able to observe everything about King Rus from such a close distance, let alone that they could communicate with each other in Latin without any barriers.

That's a young man with a blond ponytail

The man, who had shaved his beard very carefully, now put on light casual clothes, emphasizing neatness and leisure in every aspect.

Even the top male nobles, even his own father Lothair, always have a slight odor on their bodies. It was a mixture of sweat and body odor, because they were always riding horses, and even if they had hot springs, they didn't bathe every day.

The situation of the female nobles was even worse. Instead, they were kidnapped in the capital city of Rus. Blackbird either actively or passively washed herself frequently, supplemented by soap with rose essential oil. The whole person was always kept clean and exuded. The fragrance of flowers.

There were even fewer freckles on her nose and cheeks.

The existence of freckles was forcibly explained by the priests. Its number depends on the number of good deeds done in life. At least, the more freckles, the more pious.

It has been almost a year since she was captured, and she no longer does this. Blackbird is more willing to believe her own observations. She admits that she has betrayed the Lord, but she will never admit that she is a wicked person. She had never killed anyone or cheated in her life. If she had ever had blood on her hands, it would have been when she executed a sacrificial reindeer on the altar after believing in the new god—this behavior was exactly what would get Odin's love.

She knew that King Rus was clearly the instigator of the war, the culprit who caused her to be kidnapped and Aachen to be sacked. Now that this man was sitting in front of her, she really couldn't hate her at all, and was even... willing to have a good chat with him. .

A girl completely let down her guard, but her courage, arrogance and open heart also interested Rurik.

“Would it be great if my daughter Verica had such insight?

! A female ruler should have such a temperament..."

Knowledge lies not only in the places we have been to and the delicious food we have eaten at that time, but also in a philosophical attitude towards dealing with others. Blackbird, who was once frightened, has adapted to Ross's lifestyle, and something called "ambition" is also awakening.

She personally faced King Ross and emphasized, "I would like to be the Countess of Gothenburg." Is she just a wife of a noble?

Because the Kingdom of Rus does not have the "Salic Succession Law", the female nobles of Rus can have real power, especially military power. She truly realized that after marrying Blue Fox, she would share the ruling power of the country with her husband to a large extent.

As the saying goes, love is as deep as hate, and it was beyond her reach to see that her good sister Verika, who was sleeping with her, could act like a cat in front of her biological father. Her biological father, Lothair, loved hunting and war, and she supported him completely like a female monk.

Even commoner women have the right to cling to their father and act like a baby, right? On the other hand, I could hardly touch a hair of my biological father. Facing him, I picked up my skirt and had the most intimate contact in the palace.

"Father, I want to take revenge on you. Uncle, I also want to take revenge on you. You all don't love me. I...should tell you what is wrong in my own way." She suppressed these rebellious thoughts. Deep down in my heart, I have already stood in the position of a northerner, and those Frank-style salvation ethics may be left behind.

At the loft-style palace, dinner precedes the arrival of the Blue Fox.

The cooks carried the baskets of braised noodles to the second floor and left under the escort of the guards.

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High Priest Rumia, she personally went downstairs to bring the meals up, and then placed the large glass bowls one by one under the soft light of the oil lamp.

The strong handmade noodles are topped with venison sauce and pickled cabbage. The braised noodles in Rurik's mind have long been successfully replicated, and are now a favorite meal choice of the royal family and the governor's palace. The prerequisite is that diners must know how to use two wooden sticks, chopsticks, or a fork.

While waiting for the meal, Verica seemed to be covered in glue and stuck to her father. In order to compensate her eldest daughter after a year of absence, Rurik let her act like a spoiled child.

There are wooden tables on the third floor, which is used as a simple family restaurant.

But is it really simple?

Blackbird has been silently observing King Rus' daily life, and eating is an important item. Because in the Aachen Palace, only his two brothers had the right to eat at a long table with the king's father. It seemed that eating at a special table was proof of royal authority.

But even when it comes to eating, the way the Frank royal family eats is far less elegant than that of King Rus.

tableware? Just a knife. She had seen her father eat meat and chicken, cutting large pieces of meat with a knife, and then just started tearing it apart, making her hands full of oil. It didn't matter, she rubbed it on the rag on the table or rubbed it on herself. That’s it.

It is far less particular about tableware than the people in Russia, not to mention that the food patterns of the people in Russia are quite complex.

The blackbird was invited to be a guest. In fact, in Rurik's view, this was just the so-called "normal family dinner model in the 21st century."

Four chairs were placed on the wooden table, and sitting there were Rurik himself, Rumia, Verika, and the special guest Blackbird Tracey.

Ya,

But at the dinner table, Rurik prefers to call her by her real name.

"You don't have to be reserved. My daughter likes you very much, Gisla, which shows that you are indeed worthy of being liked. Now I will have a simple family dinner with me. I hope you can adapt to it."

"Okay. Thank you, King Ross... for your hospitality."

Just as the blackbird watched Rurik, so Rurik watched her. What a person's character is is often reflected inadvertently in daily life.

This girl looks like she has received a strict palace education. Is she very particular when eating?

"Then let's start." Rurik smiled easily: "We are northerners, there is no need to believe in God. Gisla, there is no pre-dinner prayer here, if you insist on doing it..."

"Then, I would rather pray to the gods in the north." After saying that, Blackbird really clasped his hands and closed his eyes in front of everyone.

Seeing this, Verika smiled and followed her good sisters in a small ceremony, and the two just looked at each other and smiled.

The main dish is braised noodles, supplemented by meat and vegetable soup in earthenware jars, and some cold meat platters.

Although Ross has the etiquette of sharing meals, when the family gets together, everyone can share the meal.

Rurik was busy cooking, sucking the noodles with loud noises, and quickly finished half the bowl. "It's really delicious. You can only eat this kind of delicious food in the capital."

He fiddled with his chopsticks happily, grabbing pieces of meat from the plate and stuffing them into his mouth.

All of this was seen by the blackbird, and the way he chewed slowly was not watched by Rurik.

"Huh? Gisla, you are so dexterous that you know how to use my Rose's two wooden sticks?"

“This tableware is called Kvaiz, right?

? I've learned it. I never thought, King Ross, you were using it to pick up slices of meat. If it had been my father, he would have jumped right into it. "

"Are you observing me?" Rurik was curious, and couldn't help but think of the time he spent with Ludwig, Duke of Bavaria. "I know your uncle best. Ludwig is so ungrateful, yet he is still a great nobleman. Your uncle used to despise us northerners, but now it seems... maybe he will be a little ashamed."

"It's hard to say. But I am very willing to be a northerner. So when the Earl of Gothenburg arrives later, I hope that the king can admit my identity in front of him."

"Hey, Gisla, are you blackmailing me?" Rurik asked deliberately.

"I dare not. Just like my current name, Blackbird. I am a northern bird, a bird that is not afraid of the cold. Even so, I sit here, my fate is decided by the king, but I really like him."

This is the most absurd point Rurik raised.

The blue fox Gouldson should be thirty-three years old again this year. Rurik learned that the blackbird was only thirteen years old this year. Of course, even according to Frankish law, even if the king's daughter is twelve years old, she is considered an adult. She can be betrothed to a big noble or be arranged to be named the abbot of a women's monastery.

They are twenty years apart. Can a princess really fall in love with a robber? Is this girl suffering from Stockholm disease, or does this girl have some Electra complex and needs to make amends with others, or does she realize that this will be a political marriage that is very beneficial to her?

It is undeniable that the people who have become one of the great nobles of the Kingdom of Rus

Blue Fox's view on marriage is a mystery. While his eldest brother, White Fox, was already carrying his grandson, the second child, Blue Fox, was still alone.

Are you really waiting for a fate? As a result, a princess was waiting for her.

It feels ridiculous, yet fits within Roth's code in every way. It's just that the existence of Blackbird itself is indeed a political tool with great potential. Before Frank's dust settles, Rurik is not willing to let her go completely and send her to the Blue Fox. After all, once her identity was fully established, her status as Charlemagne's granddaughter would also be true. As long as she gives birth to a boy in the future, she may be qualified to challenge those Western European nobles through her bloodline.

Rurik had a premonition that he would personally witness the end of the civil war in Frank this time. As for how it would end, Ross should not be a spectator, but a direct participant, leaving a strong mark on the history books. .

Blackbird said something, then ate the braised noodles slowly. Her upbringing has made her habitually keep her mouth shut and chew slowly, and it is absolutely impossible for her to chew her mouth. She returned to eating silently, and suddenly two wooden sticks appeared in front of her.

She raised her head sharply: "King Ross, you..."

"Here's some meat for you." Rurik picked up the pieces of venison on the cold meat platter with his chopsticks and delivered them to the blackbird's bowl abruptly.

To him it was a temptation, but to the blackbird it was not an offense.

It was offensive, Rurik did it on purpose.

This is like toasting. If she is really smart and knows how to be patient, she will understand the principle of not having to drink as a penalty for toasting.

"Your father would never do this, right?" Ruri

Ke released his chopsticks and immediately picked up some more pieces of meat and put them into his daughter Verika's bowl.

The latter didn't have any worries. He ate the meat slices with a smile and said with a wide grin: "Thank you, dad."

Is the royal family of Russia so close without being known to everyone? It's incredibly close.

Looking at the meat slices in his bowl, the mixed-smelling blackbird had no choice but to stuff them into his mouth...