Rise of Rurik

Things also went beyond Parla's imagination.

Rurik led Parla to the so-called servants' dormitory after visiting the real high priest Veria.

Now, the huge dormitory has been installed with some platforms for oil lamps, and the interior has also been decorated a little.

All the windows were propped up, and the soft sunset shone in the house, a feeling of laziness hitting Parla's head.

However, seeing the scene in front of her clearly showed a strong sense of neatness and beauty, which gave this woman another shock.

She threw down the animal skin bedding she was carrying, and asked in surprise: "Rurik, you...you have the bedding ready? You plan to let me sleep on the wooden board? Oh, I know some rumors, you take care of this. It's called a wooden bed."

"Exactly. You seem to understand."

"That's what I really saw today."

All the wooden beds were neatly arranged, the grey-white leather-lined mattresses were laid flat, over which the leather-lined quilts were still folded into tofu cubes.

Although it is still a little far from what Rurik thinks is really neat, at first glance, who can say that this room is not neat.

Palla, who was accustomed to a messy accommodation environment, could not have imagined that Rurik treated himself so kindly.

"You can just find a bed to live in. Don't worry, although it's a bit empty and deserted here, you won't feel cold."

"I'm not afraid of loneliness, that is, I will mess up your carefully arranged house."

Rurik shook his head: "The house is always used for living. If you think you will mess up the house, then you will be diligent in cleaning it. Now the drunk Bona is like a pool of mud, you and I don't want it. You just live. Alright, let's choose a bed now."

Parra nodded.

She made a further attempt, and simply got into the so-called "sleeping bag" and felt the comfort and warmth brought by the upper and lower layers of leather and linen, and the absolute flatness made Parla subconsciously straighten her body and raise her arms over The top of the head stretches the tendons of the whole body, and then relaxes and feels extremely comfortable and invigorating.

After the experience, Parla had a completely happy expression with Arik.

Sleeping on a regular bed is certainly comfortable.

Rurik was still sleeping in the sleeping nest of the old house for the time being. Since his body was still young, he curled up like an orange cat sleeping in a leather velvet cap, which was just as comfortable and warm.

But after all, he had to sleep on a real bed. When will it be realized? It may only take half a month for the customized new home to be built.

Before moving into her new home, Parla had already moved into the "servant's quarters", and it was time to start soap making after a half-month hiatus.

Today's Parla is not only a priestess who understands most of the prayers, but she has become a soap maid in the past half a year.

This lady is unusual!

Boil oil, make plant ash to separate out crystals, stir soap liquid, injection molding,

She is basically proficient in every process.

In fact, all the priestesses can do these processes. Unlike Parla, some others have indeed become lazy because of the control of tens of thousands of silver coins, and they have actually started to drink too much.

The sudden onset of alcoholism among the priestesses truly grieves Villa. Villa criticized Bona and the others, telling them to stop.

But now, drastic changes are taking place within the priests.

Squeezing out and expelling Parla can be said to be Bona's means of establishing her prestige. In this way, the other lower-level priests realized that the era of Veria will soon pass, and then they must obey Bona's request to do things. For the sake of her own future, it is right to let Bona go.

Unprecedented feeling of powerlessness, Veria told Rurik.

It also includes getting rid of Bona when the time is right, and letting the new priest group get rid of corruption and return to the root of piety.

"Parla, this woman is not in sympathy with Bona. Parla is not the material to be a high priest, and she is not very religious, but she has a bottom line. Your Lumia has finally grown into a high priest who obeys you. Before, you could use Parla..."

Some of Veria's slightly vaguely spoken advice, Rurik took to heart.

It turns out that Parla is indeed a smart man.

Parla has completely moved, and she slept alone in the "servant's quarters" this night.

Are you scared? Do not! She was not afraid at all.

It is because the location of the "servant's quarters" is the settlement of the nobles of the so-called tribe.

This longhouse built along the gentle slope of earth is almost inhabited by the henchmen of the great leader Otto.

Parla believes that Rurik will inherit the leadership and become the best leader. Isn't it a kind of trust to live here and enjoy a wonderful sleep experience?

Parla slept very deeply this night, she never imagined that Rurik brought his maid and many little boys from the tribe to wake her up early in the morning.

Needless to say, the scene was a little embarrassing.

Parla was still wearing the gray and white robes that priests often used in summer. She waved her hands subconsciously and said stern words in her mouth, ordering the curious little boys behind Rurik to go out.

"You all go out!" Rurik gave an order, and the children all ran away laughing.

In this way, Parla's cautious heart was relaxed.

It has to be said that Parla's clothes are really thin because it is too comfortable, and the robe she used as a lining has completely turned into pajamas.

Rurik felt the embarrassment here, thinking about it, maybe because he and the guys were children under ten years old, Parla didn't feel unacceptable.

She quickly changed her clothes, her face slightly embarrassed.

"How was the night? You're the first one to spend the night here, don't you feel a little scared?" Rurik asked.

"Excellent, Rurik. Looks like I need to do a good job for you as my thanks."

"OK!"

Things were developing satisfactorily, and Rurik still felt that he needed to have another chat before he could bring up the soap issue smoothly.

Either way! Since she has to roll up her sleeves to do things, how can she not be sympathetic to her enthusiasm for work?

Rurik himself jumped onto the wooden bed in a savage manner.

He sat on the bed, his feet swaying involuntarily.

"Now it's time for us to talk about money."

"Money?" Parla turned her head sideways: "Is it wages?"

"Yes, it's wages. You can't make soap for me for nothing."

Now, money is very important to Parla. She was ostracized by the priests, and now there are only ten silver coins in her bag. Based on the current market conditions, this amount of money is probably enough to buy food for three months, that is, fish.

After these three months, if there is no income, do you want to ask Bona for alms?

No, that's not possible.

Parla lowered her posture at this moment and said, "Actually, just give me food."

Rurik was a little surprised: "Just to eat? Don't you need money?"

"Money? Money is also used to buy food. I can't expect to enjoy it now."

"I'd better give you some money, otherwise there is no difference between you and those servants. Only servants, I only need to provide them with daily food. You are different, you are still the priest of our tribe, more noble than all servants . That Bona pushed you out, I trust you."

Parla's attitude was very low. Knowing that he might be reused by Rurik in the future, what should he do?

She got out of bed hastily, fell to her knees on the floor, and looked up at Rurik slightly.

Looking at her humble eyes, a slight discomfort flooded Rurik's heart.

In the end, Rurik didn't make her stand up immediately. Since the other party intends to be humble, let's continue to kneel.

After all, in his understanding, the Western king's vassal, that is, the monarch's sword touched the left and right shoulders of the kneeling courtier, and an idea suddenly occurred.

"I just said, I'll give you money. Maybe you mean you don't need a lot, that's fine."

Rurik squeezed his chin and thought about it, this woman was not ordinary after all.

The High Priest Veria had instructed that Parla was indeed different from Bona, but the two had something in common, that is, neither had a future. The so-called impiety, that is, the pursuit of earthly interests.

Since it is a snob, everyone can use it.

Rurik didn't do anything, and suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist.

This move frightened Rumia, who was standing obediently, and really frightened Parla. It was the little boys who peeked at the door, who were actually frightened by their boss's actions, and there was a lot of discussion after that.

Everyone knew that Rurik's sword was very sharp, and the sharp edge of the blade made Parla terrified.

"Are you afraid?" Rurik narrowed his eyes and subconsciously played with the sword in his hand.

"No...I..."

"Straighten your chest." Rurik said solemnly, causing Parla to raise her head in fright.

Rurik guessed that he was also considered a king for the time being. The other party knelt so respectfully, and he couldn't come to "the canonization of the king"?

According to the understanding in his mind, he gently touched Parla's left and right shoulders with the back of the sword.

In this way, Parla is fully aware that this is some kind of ritual. Since the other party is the "Odin Blesser" confirmed by the high priest, the current etiquette is sacred.

The thought of this made her heart pound, even though the person who performed the etiquette was only eight years old.

Rurik poignantly said something obscure, because those prayers also had the problem of obscure vocabulary: "Odin saw you! You, Parra. You will be loyal to me and do for me. To serve me is to serve Odin. Ding. Do you understand?"

"Yes! I understand."

Parla's heart was very uneasy, not only because Rurik's words were particularly solemn, but also because she noticed something very terrifying out of the corner of her eyes.

The steel sword on his shoulder trembled slightly, and some of his dangling golden threads touched the blade and was immediately cut in half.

Isn't this a miracle? Can there really be such a sharp sword in the world?

She knew that if her body was shaking, her neck could be cut horribly by the blade of the sword.

Rurik's sword was still on her shoulder. Seeing the other party's approval, Rurik continued: "Doing something for me, I will reward you with five silver coins per month. In addition, the cost of your food and accommodation All will be borne by me.”

Parla fully understands what this means, co-authoring the five silver coins that were rewarded, as long as he doesn't plan to buy some weird ones, it can really last for a long time.

Rurik continued: "Although this money is a reward, if you want to really own it, you must work hard for me! If you slack off, someone will punish you."

"Yes! I definitely dare not neglect."

"You get up first. You sit back on the bed and let's have a good talk." After that, Rurik put away his sword.

Given the current situation, Rurik dare not be unrealistic.

Father's fleet may have begun to return, and only when they return will the servants take their places.

Rurik didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes for his future servants, because they were destined to be a group of little girls of his own age.

When it comes to soap making, even children can make do with makeshift labor.

Perhaps the problem at the moment is not that the priests collectively give up and quickly restore the original production capacity, but to cultivate some professional workers from an early age, or let their servants understand the process of making soap.

As the servant grows up, he can be a good soap worker and a teacher to teach more people.

The current Parla, who understands the whole process of soap making, makes sense for her to be the teacher and teach the servants.

Soap is still produced, of course, given the many problems involved. Such as the acquisition of oil, the production and purification of plant ash solution, the stirring of saponification reaction, and even injection into molds.

Today is summer in Roseburg, and unlike winter, the best source of grease is whales. Whaling is not only a test of guts, but also a matter of chance.

It is very unrealistic to expect a stable sale of whale meat and whale oil in the fish market.

Combining these realities, Rurik simply set a very low standard for Parla.

That is one month of the Julian calendar, and two bars of soap should be made a day, although more can be made every day. There is no force majeure, and sixty bars of soap must be produced every month.

Sixty bars of soap is a must-do, and being able to produce more means a bonus.

Rurik and Parla made an agreement that after the over-completion, they would still complete five more pieces, that is, they would get two silver coins as a reward, that is, the previously agreed 20% benefit.

Parla understood that the money was not easy to earn. The entire production process, as well as the cost, are currently borne by her alone. Kryurik clearly has a very bright future planned!

Five silver coins were the reward for the sixty bars of soap at the beginning. She estimated that after throwing away the funds consumed to make the sixty bars, five silver coins might be left with a little worth of copper coins. The greater benefit lies in the overproduction after sixty bars of soap, where there is a coveted price/performance ratio.

Rurik didn't need to say it clearly, and Parla understood that the little boy still hoped that he could produce more by his own strength.

This is indeed the case.

Before the priests give up, the productivity of all priestesses must reach an average of 100 yuan per person per month. The reality is that Parla is now dedicated to making soap and can surpass this one-man average.

Where did Parla complain after I figured it out? She felt that she had found a huge bargain, and she couldn't help feeling that Rurik really valued herself.

The two parties have already made an agreement, and Rurik, as usual, is on a piece of wood, and uses the sharp blade of a dagger to draw words. This is the contract between the two.

Rurik did not fully believe in the so-called poison oath. A written contract is very important, so having it is a kind of supervision for both parties.

Armed with previous lessons, the new instrument Rurik deliberately added a statement of breach.

"What? You don't trust me very much?" Parla, who was gearing up to start fighting, couldn't help but feel worried. "You know, I don't dare to flirt with you now, I'm completely different from Bona."

"Since you listen to me, you should do things my way. You only have to agree now, you understand."

The statement of breach was a sentence: If Parla could not complete the sixty bars of soap a month, she must pay Rurik fifty silver coins as a fine.

This clause is really crazy. Fifty silver coins is actually a huge sum of money. Rurik concluded that Parla could not have so much savings in a very long time, so she would not be lazy.

Of course, in the last paragraph of the seemingly inhumane Overlord Clause, Rurik also made another statement.

That is to say, the agreement can be modified. When Parla explains his situation, Rurik has the right to modify the agreement.

Of course, the last sentence of the last paragraph is the deadliest.

It is the sentence that consumers generally hate: the final interpretation of the contract belongs to Rurik.

The implication is that Rurik has the right to unilaterally tear up the agreement, and Parla has no authority in this regard.

Parla engraved her name in Rune, yes, this woman understands the writing system of her own nation.

The agreement was signed, and this plank was also in charge of Rurik himself.

He put the wooden board in his armpit, and faced Parla, who had changed his mind and wanted to return to the longhouse immediately and brought all the tools for making soap, and said, "This agreement is not forever. You will soon return. Will take on another job."

"And work? I'd love to do things for you." Parla said respectfully.

Rurik pointed to Rumia, who had been standing for a long time: "My father will bring me some servants, probably much younger than Rumia, and they will be girls. They can make soap for you, so you will earn more money."

is more interest! Parla, who had thought that she would become extremely busy, instantly realized that Rurik was still giving in.

"In exchange, you will teach me my servants. They will all live here, and you, presumably, will be their teacher. They are from Novgorod, and you will teach them our language, Especially our words. If you can, teach them some of the prayers that the priests know."

"Don't...you plan to train them into priests?" After speaking, Parla glanced at Rumia unconsciously, and continued: "I know everything about the past few days. The high priest is training your Rumia. , even if she is a deer breeder."

"She's not a deer herder, she's my servant. Parla, teach my servant everything you know."

"Okay, that's it, do we need to make an agreement engraved on the wood?"

"No need." After saying that, Rurik finally jumped out of bed. Not to mention, it's really comfortable to sit on the soft animal skin mattress, considering that there are still a group of children waiting for training outdoors, so I shouldn't continue dawdling.

He patted his body and twisted his waist: "This is just a verbal agreement, I should understand that by doing things for me seriously, you can get a lot of benefits. Of course, if you have a wrong idea one day, you will die... …”

The word "dead" was accentuated by Rurik.

Parla felt threatened, and it could be seen that if he couldn't do something for Rurik, it was certain that Rosberg would have no place for himself.

The appointment has been made, and when Rurik leaves, Parla also hurried back to the longhouse.

She was eager to start working now, in return for Rurik's trust.

Rise of Rurik

Rise of Rurik