Rise of Rurik

Fodegen seemed to give the deposit readily, and he returned to his camp in a bad mood.

The three old cows were slaughtered on the way, and the refugees shared the rest of the meat.

Only his elite subordinates, Fodgen paid for them to purchase a batch of delicacies at the market in Yermallen, and even more than 20 oak barrels of ale.

I didn't think the way back would be so troublesome!

Having lost four pounds of silver coins, he can only hope to make the greatest profit from this group of refugees and make up for his losses.

He had already thought about it, and the dozens of children who were completely orphaned, since the old guy Gould was willing to be a good person, he would give all the orphans to him. That's the cost. Considering that I was only paid four pounds of silver for shipping, plus the food loss on the road, all the money had to be reimbursed by Gould!

Feeling unhappy may only be made up for by drinking.

It was night, and in the distance was the Gran's camp, where there was a bonfire.

There are more than ten bonfires here, and the refugees ate some meat and now fall asleep by the fire.

Facing the bonfire, Fodgen and a few loyal mercenaries of his own sat all over the place. The so-called loyalty, of course, is bought with money, and now, he will entertain everyone with high-quality ale.

When the ale entered the mouth, the spicy taste immediately made Fodgen realize that this was a good wine.

"I really found a treasure! I can't believe that the craftsmanship level of the Yermalen people is so high?!"

He drank a wooden cup, and those subordinates also drank it happily.

Only this relieved his spirit a lot.

Fodgen then greeted the two girls who were smothering their heads.

"Carlotta! Ella! Come to me!"

Helpless, the two who found the opportunity team had to reluctantly get close to the old guy.

Fodgen stroked their braids and buckled their silver hairpins. He estimated that the identities of the two children were by no means as simple as shepherds, but now, is their past still important?

Fodgen felt like he was petting two little forest cats. It seemed that they really agreed with their destiny, and now they have become extremely docile.

Foldgen raised the empty glass and handed it rudely to the youngest Ella.

"See that cask? Pour me some wine.

"

Ella, she didn't like being called so rudely. She glanced at her sister, and had no choice but to break free from Fodgen's embrace for a while.

Although the brewed ale is at the level of dry red wine, the oak cup in Verdegen's hand is enough to hold nearly 500 ml.

The fine wine they bought from the Yermalenians was packed in oak barrels carefully crafted by coopers, except for one pouring outlet, which was severely blocked by a wooden block.

Its alcohol content has reached the limit of deep fermentation, and it is really a challenge for Ella to endure this excessive wine aroma.

It was also because of the smell of alcohol that her clever sister Carlotta finally found an opportunity to escape.

Ella finally filled the wooden cup in her hand, and under the cheers of a group of mercenaries by the bonfire, she swayed and handed the cup to her master.

Owner?

right!

The current Carlotta, like a kitten, deliberately rubbed against the chest of this old fellow, Fodgen.

Fodgen, who was already excited by drinking, was even more refreshed.

He took the wine glass and took a fierce sip, and the spilled wine dripped a lot on Carlotta's head.

"It's really good wine, I'm just a little pity, you two are still too young."

Hearing this, Carlotta simply stroked Fodgen's chest with both hands, gently pulled his hair, and even put his head on it.

Sister Ella was taken aback. She was already full of vigilance in serving, but she never thought that her sister, who has always been very determined, has...

Carlotta managed to put on a coquettish look, "Sir, we are indeed too young. In a few years, we will serve you well."

Fodgen's head hummed, and a hopeful bliss for the future filled his mind.

He was not in a hurry to continue drinking, but handed the glass to the girl beside him.

"It's good wine, drink it, my Carlotta. Well...my woman."

Looking at the old guy's blushing smile, Carlotta felt that he still needed to make persistent efforts. The old guy has to drink more until he can't.

But looking at this glass of wine that was sucked by the old guy, not to mention that there is a natural disgusting feeling, it is this excessive alcohol smell, Carlotta can only barely endure.

Seeing her hesitating, Fo Degen continued to urge: "Give me a drink, I will give you all my good things, you can't help but appreciate it."

Gritting her teeth, the girl took the wine glass with both hands, closed her eyes and took a sip.

It's bitter with a weird spiciness, just this shit, men still like to drink?

Carlotta thought of the dead grandfather, the dead father, all the dead relatives. They all like to drink, and sure enough, only men will like this.

She swallowed it if she wanted to, but her voice was no longer under the control of her brain.

Suddenly, Carlotta sprayed a mouthful of wine on the ground, and the mercenaries who were onlookers laughed.

Fodgen also laughed out loud, and continued to stare at the girl's face with the glass: "Does it feel bad? You must give me a drink. Otherwise, I should punish you."

He pursed his lips, and the bitter feeling that Carlotta was boring was boring. Helpless, I can't make a toast at a critical moment without eating and drinking. In order to escape, it is rotten sour water, and I have to take a sip today.

Carlotta finally took a sip. She couldn't help but taste the annoying bitterness and pungency. She raised her head suddenly and smiled with difficulty: "Sir, I have already drank, and you should drink too."

"Okay! You are really my canary, and you can already serve men and drink."

After all, Fo Degen really drank it, and he sighed: "I think you were so stubborn a few days ago, but you don't know that I really treat you two."

"Oh, my lord, please forgive our stubbornness."

"Okay, I forgive you." After that, Fodgen threw Ella's wine glass again.

Upon seeing this, Carlotta immediately greeted her sister: "Ella, pour a drink for your lord."

Today's sister has become very strange. Since it was her sister's request, Ella had to do it.

Their obedience seemed to come from the heart, and Fodgen brought the wine [shuquge www.shuquge.vip] cup and poured the ale into his already bulging belly in one breath.

Fodgen drank three more glasses in a row, and after a deep burp, he was apparently still not satisfied. He threw the glass to Ella again, and this time, the girl had no choice but to say that the barrel was empty.

"Empty?" Fodgen, who was already a little confused, greeted his subordinates who were also confused, and brought a new wine barrel.

Ella struggled to open the cork of the new barrel, and the strong aroma of alcohol spurted out. The girl subconsciously covered her mouth and nose and refilled the cup with difficulty.

At this moment, Carlotta suddenly preached to his sister seriously: "Hurry up and bring the wine! I didn't see that our master didn't drink enough!"

The clumsy Verdgen grabbed Carlotta's golden tresses: "Carlotta, don't say that to your sister."

"Sir, we... just want to serve you well."

"Really?!" Fodgen raised his head obviously, his mind was actually very excited, but his whole body seemed to be obedient. He grabbed Carlotta's neck very rudely, scaring the girl into thinking she was going to be strangled by this man, but of course it wasn't.

When Carlotta smelled the strong aroma of the glass of wine, she knew the power of this thing. The better the wine, the spicier it is, and the harder it is to drink. That's how she thought, and she knew that such a drink was more likely to make a strong warrior pass out in a puddle of flesh.

"Looks like you... are smart girls. You are both my wives, Carlotta... Carlotta, you actually know everything... Maybe you already want to serve me in a different way. Nothing is possible. At that time, you were all beautiful...I want you to give me two beautiful sons. You...you have a wound on your leg! When we go back, I will invite the best witch doctor to heal you." After all, Fodgen can be regarded as letting go.

Carlotta covered his neck and coughed hard. He personally held the wine glass and handed it to the handicapped Fodgen. The glass was directly attached to his beard. He smiled and looked at the red-faced Fodgen.

"Sir, keep drinking."

"Okay! Let's drink! I'm so happy today, brothers, everyone is getting drunk! Celebrate...celebrating our arrival in safe Yermalen! Celebrating me...taking two wives."

But the mercenaries felt that the gold master was joking, and other businessmen were looking for some young women to take them back. They never thought that their gold master wanted to nurture their women from an early age. After all, the gold master is the gold master. Today's gold master is in a good mood, but he spent money to buy craft beer from a ox cart!

The patron who bought so many wines did not intend to transport them to the Melalen Market to sell them, but it was obvious that everyone was drinking happily after seeing the battle.

Yes, who would have thought that the Yermalen people still have such good wine in their hands, and today is also a treat for the patron.

Then what are the concerns?

The entire caravan of Verdegen was drinking, and that was exactly what Carlotta wanted to see.

In the end, Fodgen got into his tent with the only remaining consciousness. Some of the mercenaries also returned to their tents, and many others were lying beside the bonfire in a very twisted posture, and some even fell asleep with beef in their hands.

It was late at night, and in the tent, Fodgen was sleeping soundly wrapped in a sheepskin blanket. I don't know how much alcohol has been poured into his body, and after all, his current state is a hangover.

Completely different from him, the elder sister drank a little bit of alcohol, but she was in good spirits, while the younger sister didn't drink a drop.

Sister Carlotta has been kept awake, and sister Ella has fallen asleep next to her.

The three of them were in the same tent, probably because their flattery completely gained Fodegan's attention, and Fodegan and his people were defenseless.

My sister stayed awake all the time, and touched her wound when she was a little drowsy, and finally got the time she needed.

Carlotta shook her sister gently: "My dear, the time has come. We are going to run."

Ella muttered weakly: "Sister, I thought you agreed with that man."

"Silly girl, that's cheating. Now we can run away, watch out and see."

As a result, the two children gently got out of the comfortable leather sleeping bed. They did not wear boots, but carried their somewhat damaged leather boots in their hands. They walked barefoot on the sandy grass, not only slipping out of the tent, but also to the campfire.

They picked up some leftover beef nuggets and leftover wheat biscuits, stuffed them into a burlap pocket they found, and disappeared into a place where the campfire could not find them.

This night, because of the collective hangover, no one noticed the disappearance of the two children.

For Fodgen and his people, if another group of bandits attacked in the dark, his people and property would be lost. Perhaps he should be thankful that it was only the escape of the two little servants, not that his head was cut off by the bandits.

It was finally dawn, and Fodgen, who was very groggy, woke up from a bloated stomach long after the sun had risen. He wanted to go out to take a nap, and when he got up, he realized that he had lost some treasures.

"Carlotta! Ella!"

Fodgen stared wide-eyed at the leather bed that had been turned over, and the leather boots where the two girls had disappeared.

His beard was shaking, and for a moment he thought he was dreaming. He tugged at his beard, only to realize that he had woken up.

"Carlotta! Ella! Where are you?!"

He stood up abruptly in a hurry, but the severe pain in his head forced him to sit down.

He hurriedly put on his leather jacket and walked out of the tent with bare feet, without even bothering to put on his boots, only to bump into not only his own mercenary, but also others.

There were five tall men from outside, all with fox fur hats with feathers on their heads. After all, everyone is a businessman, even a businessman who sells onions is a businessman. As a businessman, you have to pay attention to your appearance. Today, merchants and even noble tribal leaders need precious leather and beautiful feathers to adorn themselves.

The visitors are all temporary business partners of Fodgen. The only purpose of the five guys on this trip is to urge Fodgen to set sail.

An older man, he ignored Fodegen's obvious anxiety and stepped forward: "My friend, as agreed yesterday, we should set sail now."

However, Fodgen pulled his mercenary captain directly and hurriedly asked, "Have you seen those two children?"

"My lord? Haven't they been in your tent all the time?"

"Bah! They are gone. By the way, did they come out to go to the toilet?" Saying that, Fo Degen looked left and right, and instructed his subordinates: "Hurry up and see Cao Dong, find the two children and bring them to me. return."

The mercenaries did not understand the words of the gold master very much, but unfortunately the gold master gave such an order, so they had to obey, even if no one came out of the tent.

When the merchants in the fleet saw that Fodegen was so neglectful to his party, the old man put his old face close: "Let's talk about business now! Fodegen, we must go now."

"Yes! I know, but..." The more anxious he became, the more pain in Fodgen's head.

Because even if the Yermalen people know how to brew, even if the alcohol content is high, there are still a lot of impurities such as methanol mixed in it, and it is inevitable to have a headache if you drink too much.

The mercenaries searched for it, and even went to the refugees to screen them out, but found nothing.

"Damn, they may have escaped!?"

The fleet merchants were even more incensed, they felt they had been tricked.

The old man finally broke out and scolded: "Fodegen, are you lying to us? You are a bastard!"

"You!" After being scolded for a while, Fo Degen's head hurts, and his thoughts can be regarded as returning to today's business. "How dare you scold me."

"Ferdgen, Mälaren's Förderen! We are all companions, and you know the rules of fellowship. I tell you, we leave now and arrive at Mälaren Market tomorrow. If you miss today, we will Don't leave. And the deposit you paid, you can't take it away. You know the rules."

Rules, Fodgen knows the rules too well.

After all, his job is a pure agricultural merchant who sells onions and wheat. They also have a commercial agreement with the Yermalen people. When the harvest season is approaching, if he can't do things on time, the business opportunities will be long-term. possess.

The work of the dry transport ship is part-time, and if it wasn't for the huge amount of money Fodgen gave, they would not be willing to do it.

In a dilemma, Fodgen estimated that the two children were running away. Thinking of this, he felt more and more that Carlotta's reaction last night was more than abnormal.

"Carlotta, you are a little slut! You actually ran away with your door! You ran away, it was your own death! It was a waste of my love."

The mercenary immediately asked: "Sir, are you still looking for it?"

"Looking for? What are you looking for?! Those are two children who are looking for death. They don't want to be happy, so why should I force them! Well, at least I got two little treasures." At this point, Fodgen could only comfort himself For a moment, he smothered the high-grade amber in the girl's hand, and the economic benefits were actually good.

Fodgen began to pull out of the camp, and with a sigh of relief, he verbally apologized to his colleagues for waiting. He also blamed himself a little, maybe he should have put a shackle on the two of them from the beginning, and they will only give up if they bring them back.

But then again, they are all from Ostara, why did other refugees become extremely respectful just by giving them some meat?

Everyone is thinking about walking by the lake, where there is a fleet of ships.

Approaching the shore, Fodgen supervises the boarding of refugees under his control, where all the children will be accommodated in the same large merchant ship.

Before that, he did not give up and personally screened some refugees. Unfortunately, Carlotta and Ella were not among the children here.

He raised his head and barked: "Carlotta! Ella! Where did you two little sluts go?!"

At this time, a clever woman dared to say, "My lord, I know these two people."

"You know?!" Fodgen glanced at the woman who was talking, as if he had seized a glimmer of hope, and hurried away. "Come on, where are they?!"

The woman was startled and said reluctantly, "They are the children of our tribal chief, and those two girls are dead."

"Dead? Nonsense!"

"Sir, we don't dare to talk nonsense. They are really the children of the leader. The leader's family went to fight, and everyone died."

"Huh?" The matter suddenly became bizarre. "Carlota? Ella? The chief's child? How many girls with such a name do you have in your tribe?"

The woman immediately replied: "My lord, who would dare to give their child the same name as the leader's child? None of us dared. Who else would dare to name their daughter after the goddess El? Only noble people. !"

"You... Could it be that the ghosts have been accompanying me these days? Huh? Ah! No!" In an instant, Fo Degen was enlightened!

He lowered his head and muttered secretly: "I just said, how can you be a shepherdess. You are actually the children of the leader of Ostara. Carlotta, you are arrogant, you are also very clever, and you know how to deceive. You Run away! Run away! The Yermalenians may not be as kind as I am. You two deserve to be slaves to other people! You deserve to be eaten by wolves!”

To tell the truth, the new situation Fodgen learned was completely a bolt from the blue, and he even had a bit of a back row, sobering that he had lost them.

If he really had such two wives and concubines, would other tribal leaders know about it, would he face threats to his life?

After all, the daughters of the tribal leaders may not follow the tradition of engagement at the age of twelve at all, and a daughter may have a marriage contract since birth.

Who would have thought that the girl of the leader of Ostara was not dead? !

Although Fodgen estimated that the two girls might sneak into the Yermalen community, if he was willing, he could pay his mercenaries to find them, and the possibility of finding them was actually quite high. He even felt hungry, and because of their status, the two girls would eventually be sheltered by the leader of the Yermalen people and become their adopted daughters.

As things stand now, maybe there is no security risk without them.

The businessmen should not touch on the matter of arrogance. Otherwise, the ghost knows that the tribe of the girl's potential fiancé will come to crusade with anger.

He pondered that his days during this period were magical. Even if he was served against his will yesterday, it was the girl of the leader of Ostara serving, which was a dreamy experience.

It's all over now, it's better to go home and recuperate. After that, he sold all the refugees in his hand to Gould.

Fodgen, he thinks the Ostarans are poisonous, and he's fed up with the magic of them. Leather worker? forget it! Recruiting workers is still recruiting honest people. He even felt that the group of refugees he was holding were a bunch of liars, and they were guys who would run away when they got ashore.

This time Fodgen became vigilant. He ordered the mercenaries to tie the hands of all the refugees and tied knots around everyone's necks. This was to prevent escape.

Fodgen got on the boat, and the fleet was full of people, a lot of goods, and even wooden carts and cattle that were pulling the goods, and headed for the exit from the lake.

Target, Lake Mälaren.