Rise of Rurik

The long voyage tormented the spirits of the two, and the low-calorie onion was too spicy for the two of them to eat. Although she didn't want to, Carlotta was so weak that she passed out of hunger.

Ella's situation is just as bad. It's a miracle that she can persist from her hometown to the present.

The onions were harvested on June 15th, but this fleet pulled too many onions. It was already the morning of the seventeenth when the fleet arrived at the Melalen Market!

Even in the middle and late June, the climate in northern Europe can only be described as warm and humid. Every night is relatively cold, although this does not affect a large number of boys playing in the lake during the day.

Eat onions to fill your stomach? That's useless at all, otherwise dieters wouldn't be following it.

The sackcloth was lifted, and the sailors were taken aback.

"Wow! Are there onion fairies? There are two girls' heads here?!"

"Are you a fool? Could it be that the girl from Yilmalen was brought over by us?"

"Maybe, children like to play, some like to climb trees, some like...hehe, get into the onion pile."

Sailors have never seen such a thing, but the owner of the fleet realized the problem: "Don't laugh, these must be two little thieves."

They only came to their senses when they were rudely pulled out by the sailor.

Carlotta was in a mess, and after she woke up, her leg pain returned.

She was dragged by her clothes that were about to be torn apart, because her body was covered in onion-rooted soil, and their delicate faces were completely covered. At first glance, it looked really dirty!

"Here, is it Melalen?" Carlotta asked weakly.

"You two are mice! You almost ruined my onion, and I'm not a villain. Get out now!" The businessman had no intention of punishing the two children, let alone what the girl muttered. He just wanted to expel the children.

Because the merchants arrived at the port of the Melalen people, it was already a place full of people, and the Melalen people were very disgusted with the violence in the trade zone.

Even if a businessman is angry, his anger will not be thrown at the two children who look like beggars.

Without any explanation from Carlotta, the two were thrown ashore rudely.

The businessman also shouted "kindly": "Little beggar, go and pray! I hope the people of Melalen are kind."

On the knees again,

This time, Carlotta was strong and did not scream loudly. She gritted her two deciduous deciduous teeth in pain, and then she desperately dragged her unknown sister, staggering toward a narrow alley.

"The rat who is in a hurry." The businessman grinned and scolded his own bad luck, and then faced the sailor who was still joking and discussing: "There are no onion fairies, stop laughing! Check our onions and see how much the two rats have damaged. ."

Similar situations are often seen among Melalen people. There are always small thieves who take the risk to steal the businessman's finances. The troubled Melalon's army has to execute a few regularly to maintain order.

People walking in the port are all concerned about the newly arrived fresh onions, who cares about two little beggars?

The two slipped into a hidden damp corner of a dirty alley, a corner where feces had been dumped. It really stinks and dare not, and only here, can temporarily give this pair of sisters a brief period of peace.

Carlotta, whose mouth was full of blood, sat down and covered her knees with both hands, her face turning red.

Ella tried to comfort her sister, in exchange for her strong and wry smile.

"Sister, what should we do? Is this Mellaren? Is your mouth okay?"

"It's... it's Melalen. I lost a tooth, and a new one will grow in the future."

"Now... what should we do?" Ella asked anxiously.

How to do? Carlota doesn't know what to do now? But her survival instinct told her that she and her sister must live strong.

Perhaps, happiness is ahead, this is the suffering in this fate has not passed.

She reluctantly told her sister, "We're going to find the leader of the Mellaren and tell him our story, our tribe. We'll be treated well."

"Okay, with my sister here, I'm not afraid of anything." Saying that, Ella didn't care about the stench around her. She leaned close to her sister and snuggled. Only in this way, Carlotta and Ella, the poor sisters could feel it. Precious warmth.

Dirty and disgusting corners are only temporary refuges. After nightfall, they looked away, without attracting anyone's attention, and no one would care about the fate of the street beggars.

If you really want to care, it is the attitude of the leader of Melalen, whether he accepts the advice of the tribal nobles and executes all the street beggars.

In this way, this group of potential thieves can disappear forever, and businessmen no longer have to worry about their unexpected losses.

Melalen is bigger than Carlotta and Ella imagined!

Compared with the hometown, this place is obviously richer.

But no matter how beautiful Melalen is, does this place have its own place to stand? Do not! No.

A bright future is still far away.

And there are beggars here, a group of children with ragged clothes like them? Talk to a real beggar? Carlotta didn't dare, Ella didn't dare, or they didn't even bother.

The two children have found a dark and damp low alley. The only good thing here is that it is not a place to dump excrement. It is just a gap in the stone wall of two families.

Perhaps this was his sanctuary before he approached the Meralon chief.

They were waiting for a suitable opportunity, and the days passed little by little.

But Carlotta's injury is getting worse, and the long-term hunger is about to wear out her last vitality! The leftovers that were collected, the elder sister handed over most of the leftovers to the younger sister, in exchange for the safety of the younger sister.

Both girls are struggling with life and death, and until now, Ella still believes in her sister.

Until a terrifying critical point, the elder sister's head was fed up, and even the younger sister pushing hard did not awaken her spirit.

"Sister! You...you..."

Ella felt that her lovely sister had left her to reunite with her long dead parents.

Do not! She can't die!

Dirty and crying, Ella always believed in a miracle, that she and her sister would be redeemed when they came to Melalen.

Because of the grace given by the Valkyrie, it may be that neither myself nor my sister met the noble person sent by the Valkyrie.

Ella, who was crying bitterly, rushed out of the alley where she was hiding, and was exposed to the same dirty street, crying to passers-by.

"Please! Save my sister!"

"I beg you! My sister is dying!"

"Who are you to save us! Woohoo..."

Poor and sad, Ella just knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. She was so weak that she almost fainted from crying, and her eyes were swollen from crying.

Who would pay attention to a filthy little beggar among the Melalen people passing by? Especially a little girl beggar.

Because, if it is a little boy, there may be well-meaning people take him home, and then cultivate into a loyal servant. As for the maid, of course, it is also needed, but normal people will not think that it is the right decision to take away a female beggar with a suspicious identity.

And this kind of dirty skinny little girl, even the bustard who is in the flesh business, will not pay attention. Those people are raising children they can't afford to buy from serious people.

A group of children wandering on the streets of Melalen, the street girls here are the most despised group. They often die like a rat swooping down the street. The body is found by the Mellarens and taken away, and buried in a random dirt pit.

Is it possible to come to Melalen full of hope, in exchange for the ending of death?

Do not!

A benevolent man gave Gould a request, and Gould arranged for his trusted subordinate, Yevlo, to help his future master perform a kind deed.

Yevro landed with more than 20 people. They were not selling Gould's goods. In this regard, the Gould family was personally responsible for a vote of mercenaries who were engaged in armed guards. They accepted new tasks.

Yevro has only one mission - to collect as many helpless children as possible on the streets.

For this task, Yevlo is fully supportive! He fantasized that he could find poor Finn children, his own people, at the slave market in Melalen.

Nearly twenty years ago, he was pitiful and helpless at that time, but now, he has the ability, and he just wants to save his own family.

However, there was only another group of poor Britons in this year's slave market, and no Finns existed.

Helpless children still have to be collected. There are absolutely no restrictions on men and women here. Even beggars, as long as they are mostly healthy, it can be said that one of them counts as one.

The sharp cry of a little girl caught Yevluo's attention. He thought it was just a parent admonishing the child on the street. When he led someone to investigate, he realized that a piece of clothing was almost a fig leaf, covered in dirt and light. The little girl with her feet hidden is crying.

A little beggar?

Do not! The problem is probably not simple.

After all, Yevro is already a warrior, which makes him extremely sensitive to things with metallic colors. Because the sword is of metallic color, only by seeing its color can you avoid being hit in battle.

Even if it was dirty, Yevlo saw the hairpins in the girl's braid.

This card is not ordinary. It is said that it is a child who was abandoned by his parents. How can he wear a card made of silver?

What? She also said she has a sister?

Yevluo shook his neck: "Brothers, save her, there seems to be a girl in this alley."

"Boss, is it alright? I think she's too dirty to get us fleas."

"Yes, boss, why should we? There are other children, this little girl is destined to die, we..."

"Shut up. No matter how dirty it is, just shave your hair and wash it with soap." Yevlo said displeased, "I feel very abnormal. I have a hunch that we have saved this girl now, all of us Everyone can benefit.”

"Yes, boss." The mercenary said impatiently: "If you pick up one, give one silver coin, and we will share it equally. Yes, the gold master is generous."

"No! My hunch is indescribable, come with me now! Remember, I'm your captain." After that, Yevlo swung his neck and stepped forward.

The mercenaries had no choice but to approach the little girl who had been crying for a long time and was ignored.

Ella, her crying red eyes saw a large group of people standing in front of her. The way they were fully armed was terrifying.

Ella slumped directly on the ground, then subconsciously grabbed the rags of her torn clothes to cover her body, and stood up tenaciously.

"Please, save my sister! She's dying! Please."

"Are you asking for help?" Yevro asked kindly.

The girl nodded vigorously: "I must save my sister, we still have very important things!"

"Okay. Brothers, let's go." After saying that, Yevlo suddenly hugged the extremely light girl, and she didn't care about her filth.

Yevluo is so straightforward, the girl's so-called "important things" make him feel that things are indeed not easy.

A group of mercenaries got into the narrow box, and Yevro saw a little girl who was leaning over.

She, looks dead...

Yevro let go of the girl in his arms, and the child rushed over with a brisk stride and threw himself on her sister's "corpse".

"Boss, do you have any regrets?"

"Yeah. But save one, at least a silver coin. This girl is lucky to meet good people like us."

Yevlov stretched out his hand to stop his subordinates. "I'll take a look, you take care of the wind."

Whether it is a dead body or not, Yevlo still needs to judge personally, she feels that the situation of the fallen girl is different. The corpse was supposed to be grey and white, but this kid wasn't.

He squatted down, and while the other little girl was crying, he put his hand on the neck of the dead girl in front of him, the faint pulsating touch was so real.

"My lord, is my sister dead?!"

Yevluo was startled at first, then frowned and asked, "Child, haven't you eaten for a long time?"

"Yes, my lord. Sister, she gave me what she found to eat, but she... woo woo... I don't have a sister anymore."

"She's starving, she's not dead at all." Yevlo smiled and looked at the crying girl: "What's your name?"

"My name is Ella, and my sister's name is Carlotta." After that, the girl continued to cry, crying and coughing.

"Okay Ella, your sister is not dead." After that, Yevro took out the dry food from his pocket - a small piece of wheat cake.

The appearance of the oatmeal completely suppressed Ella's crying, and she grabbed the oatmeal instinctively and nibbled it.

Yevlo desperately shook the limp Carlotta, desperately calling out the girl's name.

In the dark, Carlota felt that he had come to an empty mountain top, with the turbulent sea in the distance, and the top of his head was full of clouds, one step away from him.

On the clouds, their family members were all there, with smiles on their faces.

Suddenly, this voice came from my ear: "Carlotta! Wake me up! You can't die now!"

A kind call from Norse from a male voice?

Suddenly, Carlotta, who was almost dead, opened his eyes.

Her azure blue eyes saw the face of a strange man, but this face was not scary at all, and there was even a sense of reliance.

"Carlotta, you're finally awake."

"You..." With her dry lips, Carlotta said slowly, "You...know my name."

"Of course I know, I'm here to save you."

"Did Valkyrie send you here? Thank you..." Saying that, Carlotta tilted her neck and seemed to faint again. This time, hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Yevlo didn't grumble, and ordered his subordinates to throw a leather water bag full of ale. He bit the cork, and rather rudely, he poured cheap ale into the girl's mouth.

The cheapest ale, it can also fill the stomach at the critical moment. Because the ale used here is hardly filtered, not only the alcohol content is extremely low, but the liquor is even more cloudy, that is, suspended oat particles! In other words, it actually contains a lot of energy.

At this moment, the wine also became sweet, and the weak Carlotta suddenly sobered up. She felt that the situation was wrong, and when she opened her eyes, she didn't care about anything. She hugged the leather sleeping bag and drank freely.