Rise of Rurik

Bona loves money, and Rurik has yet to get in touch with him. Rurik has already learned about Bona's attitude towards life from the real high priest Veria.

Moreover, his mother Nia, and his father Otto, inadvertently said that Bona was the one among the priests who liked money very much.

Therefore, from the beginning, Rurik had a little prejudice against Bona.

So why identify Bona as the next high priest?

The reasons are quite complicated.

After all, the existing priestesses of the Ross tribe were basically not born to be priests. Some poor women with dead husbands and no children, unwilling to marry again, became priests of the tribe with the permission of Veria.

There are others who are willing to serve Odin because of their craving for food, so they get the fast food given by the tribe as a priest.

Of course there are also true devotees.

Villa knew for a long time that Bona was not devout, but this woman has always had a goal of struggle, that is, to eventually succeed the High Priest. For this purpose, Bona was willing to study the prayers and look at the ancient wooden texts.

Except for her, other priests either have no opinion, and there are even people who don't trust Odin's existence so much.

Priests are worshipped by other tribesmen, but those who have served as priestesses at least have no worries of food and clothing.

In recent days, Bona's actions have gone too far. But in addition to being angry, Villa never thought of removing Bona's inheritance.

Perhaps there are potentially more suitable ones among these lower priests, at least for now Villia can't find out. Besides, after all, Bona presided over large-scale sacrifices under her supervision. If she suddenly leaves the world, it is indeed only Bona who can continue to ensure that all sacrifices of the tribe can be punctual and implemented according to the inherent specifications.

Even if Bona doesn't have enough future, at least she can preside over the ceremony again.

Rurik was probably aware of this situation, and the power system within the priests had been finalized. Even if there are potential opponents, look at the current situation, look at the lower priests sitting there like statues, and only Bona is speaking on behalf of all the priests.

If you think about it, Bona didn't do anything heinous.

She was a high priest sooner or later, but she couldn't help but "premeditately serve", and then she decided to live a long and luxurious life of pampering.

It seems that because of her firm attitude, Bona's attitude has also been shaken?

Rurik would have liked them to continue making soap for themselves, of course, if they were very determined, they would not do it.

Soap is not too high-tech. It is also possible to start a new workshop by yourself, that is, the soap production must be stopped for a long time, and it will eventually interfere with the transaction with the big businessman Gould.

What a businessman is most afraid of is that the supply side will stop production!

There seems to be room for manoeuvre in this matter? Rurik came back, and he sat upright on the leather cushion: "Can we continue to discuss this matter?"

"Alas!" Bona slapped her thigh. "Son, I'm sorry I offended you. I thought about it, and the soap has to go on. I hope this way, you can calm down."

"Of course. If I had known that I would be angry, why did you say that the production was completely stopped in the first place?" Rurik still showed a displeased attitude.

Bona went on to explain; "Son, at least we're no longer all priests making soap for you.

To be honest, we don't need to earn any more silver from this job. We have a lot of money now. I thought about it, I will appoint a priest for you, and she will make soap for you full-time. What do you think? "

"You..." Rurik criticized this Bona in his heart. But it seems that this is the only concession that Bona can make.

Think about it again, a hard-working person is rich in vain, he has a high probability of becoming indulged in pleasure, and it will not be a good thing in the long run.

Just like the great businessman Gould, Rurik felt that this fat guy was only a patient of the third high, and this was the result of enjoyment. But Gould insists on buying and selling all his life, and his own operation of capital makes his strength more and more powerful.

Bona why? It was not his brother and his clansmen who robbed the wealth of the Gotlanders at the expense of more than 60 people.

Before Rurik could speak, Bona immediately appointed someone.

Who is that person? It was Parla, who questioned Bona's arrogance to wear the sacred antler helmet and give money to the tribe,

Rurik didn't know this Parla at all, and he really didn't care about the names of ordinary priests, because they didn't have any clear intersection with each other.

When his name was called, Parla sat upright in shock.

For this woman, since she criticized Bona for her wrongdoing, she felt like she was being targeted by Bona.

Villa is very old. In the past few days, except for the shock of seeing more than a dozen boxes full of gold and silver, Villa is always in a daze.

Whoever serves as the high priest can control the use of the common wealth of the priests.

Bona made many promises to other priests in exchange for support. She had already distributed ten silver coins to each of the lower priests, and only Parla had given five coins.

The reason here is, of course, very blunt: you don't do your usual job well.

In this regard, Parla can't express her bitterness. She knows that she is being targeted by Bona, but she contradicts it again. In the future, Bona will serve as a high priest and kick herself out, then she will be finished! When the time comes to bear another charge of "blasphemy Odin", it is no different from the death sentence.

Today, Parla had no choice but to hold onto the braid of her hair that was hanging down in front of her with both hands to relieve her anxiety. Of course, Bona clearly angered Rurik, but Parla was still in the dark.

"Parla!" Bona exclaimed.

"I'm here." Palla was startled suddenly and submissively said.

"Now I command, in the name of the high priest, that you make soap for Rurik. You have no right to deny, understand?"

"I..." Parla was about to refute, but her eyes turned to Bona, and she was pushed back by those sharp eyes.

"Yes." Parla said nonchalantly, in her opinion, Bona would really make things worse.

Then, Bona looked at Rurik with a smile: "How do you like it? We can still make soap for you. Are you satisfied now?"

Bona, who stretched out her hand without smiling, Rurik took another look at Parla, and could feel that the woman was actually not satisfied.

Rurik continued to ask, "This is the only one?"

"What else do you want? Do you still want us all to work for you? Son, we are priests, not craftsmen, after all." Bona explained.

"Can't there be more? Even two or three people."

"No." This time, Bona's attitude was completely firm. But she still pretended to be encouraging and asked the other lower priests.

Anyone want to? No, there is no second person.

Bona shrugged: "Look, only Parla is willing. So Parla!" Bona looked at Parla's frightened face: "You are still a priest, but you will leave the accommodation in the priest's longhouse. You make soap for Rurik, and I think she will arrange your lodging and meals. Rurik, will you?"

No matter how Rurik looked at it, he felt that Bona was taking the opportunity to attack her dissidents. Rurik didn't know the inside story, and he believed that was the case now.

Bona didn't want to take a half step back, and Rurik had no choice but to nod: "Okay, I can do it."

Bona nodded: "Well, our contract is valid. It's still the same, Parla makes soap for you, and our priests will take the profits in proportion."

"Can."

Rurik felt that Bona really wanted to live a pampered life and gave up the possibility of continuing to make soap. What should I say about this woman? Does she think too highly of herself?

In the end, her actions today angered Rurik and made Rurik realize that he was a little naive.

Before signing any business-related agreements with others, you should formulate some mandatory rules and regulations, instead of naively thinking that you are the son of the leader and the noble status of Odin's blessing, others will obediently obey.

Only a priestess named Parla, at least this woman must know the whole process of making soap. Of course, if a woman is expected to perform all the processes, she can of course do everything, and this is the output, which is really pitiful.

It means that Bona doesn't care about the benefits that a Parla's production capacity can give her.

For himself, Rurik knew that he still needed to continue to rely on soap production to create wealth. Now the supply side is really a good day to enjoy eating fat every day, so he had to start a new one.

At least, the woman Parla can serve as a teacher.

As for the workers who make soap, this is easy to say. For example, his father promised to bring himself a group of servants from Novgorod, and even Gould promised to get some servants from the south. Even if the servant is still a child, this group of people will not suddenly give up.

Rurik thought that Bona had no more nonsense.

It seemed that Bona also felt that her abrupt decision was too arbitrary, so she suddenly threw an olive branch to ease the atmosphere.

"Rurik, I think my actions hurt your interests, and I'm sorry. I want to make up for you."

Rurik squinted: "Make it up? How to make it up?"

"I heard that you have an appointment with the blacksmith. He only makes glass for you, is that true?"

In fact, Bona asked knowingly, and the lower priest had inquired about it, and Kravason would not secretly sell glass.

Clavasson had no power at all, and now he needs to hug Rurik, a thriving tree, and he can't wait to kneel down to thank Rurik for giving him the opportunity to make a fortune.

"There is this." Rurik replied slightly indifferently.

Bona smiled hastily: "Since that's the case, I'd like to order some cups."

"Is that so? You can find him in person now, so why tell me about it?"

Rurik still looked puffed up.

Bona quickly explained: "Because...you have a contract. I think, I don't know you, you will be even more angry."

"Your decision is wise. Since you want to order a cup, that's ok." Rurik suddenly thought of something, and his half-bowed waist suddenly straightened: "Then let's talk about the price!"

Rurik suddenly thought of nothing but to make money.

Selling products to make a profit is understandable, but it is a skill to sell products for a profit.

He and Kravason have successfully tinkered with glassware, and its shape is also becoming more complicated. It is so rare and beautiful that it naturally fetches a high price.

Now that Bo Na has control of a huge sum of money, she even feels that she will not have to work hard in her life, and even neglects the future leader. Until now, this woman still feels that her decision is not wrong.

Then set a real market price for her! She'd better order more, so that the package of silver coins she's proud of can quickly shrink.

Rurik calmed down and stared at his beautiful blue eyes: "The most common cup is two hundred silver coins. Add some beautiful lines and shapes, and that's three hundred silver coins."

Hearing this, Bona was taken aback.

After all, in the past two or three days, Bona has seen the specific appearance of the glassware that the clansmen bought from Rurik and Kravassen.

She asked back, "Son, are you serious? You sell a set to the clan for only 150 silver coins. To those merchants, it is 200 silver coins. Do you treat me and those merchants the same."

"What do you think?" Rurik asked deliberately frivolously, and many young priests saw his provocation in his eyes.

"You! Rurik!" said Bona loudly. "Please remember that I am the High Priest of the tribe. You should not give me a price for a foreigner."

"However, our high priest is still alive, even though she may be ill."

"You..." Hearing Rurik's words, Bona felt at a loss for words. Her eyes glanced at the lower priests on the left and right, but she simply did not notice their strange expressions.

Because, Rurik's words were just criticism. She wished that the aged high priest Veria died on the spot, and she succeeded at the speed of light, so that she could justifiably take over the priesthood.

Bona hurriedly didn't mention it. She knew that she had suffered a loss. For her own face and to stop the mouths of potential competitors, she was afraid that another "traitor" like Parla would pop up to question it. own legitimacy.

Bona was cruel and said, "It's the most beautiful glass jug with a long neck. What's the price? Three hundred silver coins?"

"No." Rurik sensed Bona's guilty conscience, so he sat on the ground and raised the price on the spot.

"Isn't it enough for three hundred?"

"Five hundred silver coins each." Rurik saw that Bona hesitated again, and emphasized it even more: "I don't want you to hesitate. Now give me a happy answer, accept or reject! Listen, What kind of price should be set for all glassware, Cravatson has no right to set any price. You don't think about discussing with him afterwards, you can only discuss with me. "

"You!" Bona couldn't tell in pain, and she felt that she was indeed put on the spot by this child.

Really a child? Wasn't Bona telling something she didn't expect.

Rurik continued to ask: "Do you want it? How much? You decide now, I'll count to the last three!"

"three!"

"two!"

Bona suddenly shouted: "I want it. Just five hundred silver coins!"

"Then how many?"

"This..." Bona looked at the lower priests on the left and right, pursed her lips and looked at Rurik again: "Just... five."

"Five? More than that." Rurik's words clearly contained words.

It was all because Rurik saw that when Bona said the number "five", those lower-level priests who were stunned, their bodies froze, and many people raised their heads and stared at them. Boona, silently revealing resentment and dissatisfaction.

"It's still... five. The situation has indeed changed."

"Can five?" Rurik said deliberately: "Look at your people, they must be very dissatisfied. Bona, I believe that you will be able to officially serve as a high priest in the future. Should you show generosity? "

Speaking, Rurik continued to persuade him, and even beat his heart with his right hand to declare that his words were credible: "Look at me. I am a child blessed by Odin, and I have brought to the whole tribe. A lot of good things. There are more than a hundred little boys, and I give them enough meat to fill their stomachs every day because I consider them my brothers. What about you? You should consider the other priests your sisters, you Some treasures should be given to your sister."

Rurik counted the lower priests again: "I remember all the lower priests, including you, there are fifteen. You don't have to refute anything, as long as our Veria is still alive, you are not the high priest. It's just that you are now Take control of the priest's public money box. Remember, you are not the only owner of the money box, it is the common property of all priests."

Rurik also said this to those lower-level priests who dared not speak out.

Bona quickly looked at the eyes of the people around her. Although they didn't speak, their eyes had already explained everything.

Rurik went on: "You should have ordered fifteen, not five! Besides, how can we forget the holy and great High Priest Veria? A jug with a neck also needs the most common cup of river water."

"Rurik, you!" Bona was angry, but she couldn't say it.

Rurik was deliberately arrogant, only because the atmosphere here became a little subtle. Those ordinary lower-level priests, their expressions became soothing, and some even had faint smiles. This shows that they really want to get as much as possible from the huge tribute, rather than being monopolized by Bona.

Even Villa, Rurik estimated that she was physically ill, so that her mental state was always a little sluggish during this time.

But she is by no means Alzheimer's, and Villa also opened her eyes and silently announced her support.

"Fifteen sets! Five hundred silver coins for a glass pot. As for the cup, I can give you a discounted price, one hundred silver coins for the most common cup. It's a total of 9,000 silver coins! Well, do you think my decision is very kind? ?"

kindness? Pooh! Bona secretly scolded this Rurik as the most evil businessman. Where is this child blessed by Odin? I am afraid that Rurik's actions are not Loki's soul possessed? !

Listen, is this what people say? It must have been Loki reminding him.

Well, maybe I...

Bona thought about it and really wanted to believe it. She felt that this sacred chief priest's house was a sanctuary that could communicate with the Asgardian dimension. Possibly, Loki the Evil is already paying attention.

Bona gritted her teeth, no matter whether the gods were silently watching, she at least knew that the ordinary priests were watching her every move.

"Buy it! Just at the price you said!"

"Very good." Rurik slapped his thigh, and couldn't help but feel that this little chic looks really something. His body is only eight years old, what a beautiful little boy! Today became a big profiteer, but always feel so comfortable?

Rurik still didn't want to stop, and continued: "Actually, I can also arrange for Clavasson to produce more complicated glasses and other utensils for you, and the price will naturally be higher. I know that you may use these The glassware that Odin has given me to make is too expensive for you to use. But you have to consider the feelings of the other priests."

"Don't you need to pay more?" Bona heard that her legs were crossed almost unconscious, the soles of her feet were even more sweaty, and she suddenly felt a chill when she was at her warmest.

"No! I know you won't pay more. But you must give our High Priest Veria the best glassware. Remember, Bona! Veria is like your mother, you inherited All power comes from her. You must be kind to your mother, and you must give her noble gifts. Now there are some more beautiful glassware, a thousand silver coins in all. Will you serve your mother?"

Rurik believes that Bona now has only the choice to agree, and she only has this choice.

"I agree!"

Bona said loudly, and then hurriedly relented and asked for peace: "My Rurik, the future leader. I have no other intentions, so the order ends here! I can pay for a total of 10,000 silver coins. , are you satisfied now?"

"I'm satisfied." Rurik let out a deep breath, and his displeased expression disappeared.

He continued: "It's like before, we will sign another contract. At that time, under the witness of the contract, I will give you the goods, and you will give me the money."

Now that she's admitted it, Bona knows she can't do anything back. She thought she had already mastered great power, so how could she be ruthlessly placed by this child?

That's great! In order to maintain the trust of other priests, 10,000 silver coins became the maintenance fee.

Under the current situation, this money still has to be paid out, which is really painful.

It was also at this point that Bona suddenly realized that maybe she was really naive, thinking that 30,000 silver coins would be enough to enjoy the rest of her life.

Pooh! Will other priests have more money requests? If things go on like this, will the cash box shrink soon? !

"Knowing this, I went to him to order glassware when I was full. This is good, Rurik offended me a bit. I hope this child doesn't hate me." She scolded herself for her stupidity and shortsightedness.

Bona shook her teeth and motioned to a lower priest: "Go find a good board and get the ink ready. Me! I'm going to sign a contract with Rurik, and you'll all get your own crystal cups soon. Ah no! It's a glass, a magical glass from Valhalla in Asgard!"