Rise of Rurik

In the morning, Rurik put on his fresh white dress made of white fox and ferret, and a black leather belt bound his small waist.

A jewel-encrusted saber hung from his waist, and a long sword carried it on his back.

This is my father's sword, and it is also my future sword.

Carrying the sword alone, Rurik felt like a leader.

The fish market this morning was more lively than ever. Those who fished at night had already encountered a group of merchant ships that arrived early. They learned that the large fleet was just resting by the sea, and soon, the fleet entered the port.

The Rus people who got the news in advance gathered at the seaside long ago, waiting for the guests from afar with coins.

Here Rurik prepared the greatest wealth!

Early in the morning, he greeted his trusted Fisk and Kanuf, and the three children hurried to the longhouse.

After greeting the high priest Willia, he opened the key to the room and confirmed the huge wealth under his control.

"Boss, so much... so much money?" Fisk, who saw huge wealth for the first time, his legs trembled, and he was at a loss for a while. Somewhere in Fisk's mind, a sense of possessiveness naturally appeared in his mind.

"What? Is there really a lot of money?" Rurik asked calmly.

"Yes...this is your..."

"It's my bank, and it's our Rus' bank." Contrary to the surprised Fisk and Kanuf, Rurik didn't change his face. "I'm just taking a count. Are you envious? Listen, your poverty is only temporary, follow me and you two will be rich one day. Come with me now and take you to a luxurious guy."

If it is extravagant, Rurik's outfit is extremely extravagant. He dressed himself up as a rather beautiful little boy, and it was the great sword he carried that confirmed his noble identity.

Ordinary people of the tribe, whenever they see such a figure, most of them avoid it out of awe.

There are also many people who have been receiving the favor of Rurik on weekdays, and live a life without fear of starvation. Such a person stood obediently, smiling and bowing slightly to Rurik.

Even when Gould left Fort Rose, he still left behind a group of mercenaries and maids to run his house. Due to the need to move this year, there has been a lot of construction near Gould's house.

It's just that Gould's actions are very different from those of some Rus family.

The leader's new home is about to be completed, and ordinary people take the leader's home as a benchmark, and the fence-style wood carvings with wooden floors are being constructed in an orderly manner. On the other hand, Gould is still building a traditional wooden longhouse.

The fat Snowreva knew the responsibilities he was carrying. His father would eventually grow old, and he would carry the burden of the family by himself. He was fortunate that his meeting with the Ross leader was very successful, at least he didn't have any worries.

On the other hand, it was the leader of Ross, who looked a little strange as a man, as if... drunk. Looking back on the situation at that time, the air was indeed filled with the aroma of alcohol. All of this probably comes from the crystal bottle in the leader's hand?

A mercenary hurried into the mansion.

"My lord, the son of the leader of Ross is here!"

"Chief's son? Rurik?" Snow Leva planned to wait for the leader of Ross, or wait a while and personally go to the beach to wait for his father's fleet. Unexpectedly, the son of the leader who should have gone to see him personally visited him. "Quick! Let him in."

Rurik was not hindered in any way, after all, even if the mercenaries stationed here had opinions on Rurik, they remained humble when they saw the sword of the leader.

Rurik entered the room, and he even seemed to be arrogant, or in other words, with a small stature, he was obviously heroic.

Now Snowreva was leaning on a legless, breasted armchair, facing a table with cold meat, dried prunes, and ale. He was in a good mood, but seeing that the people who came were actually three children, Snowleva thought it was a bit of a joke.

"What? Where is your leader? Who among you is Rurik?"

Why is this fat man so frivolous? Has this man always been like this?

Rurik sullenly said, "I am Rurik, the son of the leader of Ross, the future legitimate leader. I know you, you are Snowlev, the eldest son of Gould."

Snow Leva's eyes lit up: "Oh? You know me too? Ah, I really didn't expect you to be a child. Oh, I'm a little sorry. If your leader came in person, I'd be very happy."

"Huh?" Rurik, who felt offended again, narrowed his eyes: "Isn't a child enough?"

Hearing, Snow Leva held up his exquisite crystal cup, took a sip of ale, and giggled: "Are you still here to negotiate business with me? I have heard many legends about you, it is said that you are a goddess Blessed child, now it seems... oh, not bad."

"What? Not bad?!"

"Oh, since you're here, sit down first, and I'll go to the pier in a while."

Rurik nodded, then quietly untied the hemp rope tied to his body, he picked up his father's sword, suddenly pulled out the wooden scabbard, and slammed the sword into the gravel ground in the longhouse: "You know what? Got this?!"

"This..." Snowleva was startled.

But the mercenaries were like that, so someone approached Snow Levar and whispered: "Sir, maybe you really shouldn't neglect him, even if it's a child. Those legends are true, and this sword is also the sword of the leader. Maybe the real leader of the Rus people is this child. The leader of the Rus may have been secretly handed over."

The words of the mercenary made Snowleva even more absurd, but after thinking about it, Carlota, who was rescued by his father, actually became the leader of Ostara.

Is there any miracle in this world that cannot happen?

Rurik raised his head and commanded in his childish voice: "Snoleva, in the name of the head of Ross, I order you to kneel! Your father has surrendered to me. You! You must kneel for me."

Snow Leva was taken aback, a child actually pretended to him.

But those mercenaries actually knelt on one knee on the spot, exercising the etiquette of a warrior, as if this child was the gold lord.

Do not! That child is not the gold lord, it must be the mercenaries who felt the coercion and knelt down one after another.

This action made Snow Leva embarrassed.

In fact, Rurik himself was also a little timid. Indeed, his small body and the "Destroyer" long sword always seemed very inconsistent. Besides, he is wearing a set of expensive outfits today, more like a businessman's child.

Seeing that the other party hesitated, Rurik held the hilt of the great sword with both hands: "Your family has been relocated to the territory of the Rus, according to our agreement, your safety should be protected by me, so kneel immediately! Noreva, I was going to buy all the shipments from your father at once, and your negligence annoys me."

"Oh! No!" Snowreva was completely panicked when he only mentioned the issue of money.

Like father like son? Not really. Snowreva and Gould have different hearts.

Snow Leva has different prejudices towards the leaders of the various tribes in the alliance. The leader of his hometown is a big landowner who oppresses the poor. The leader of Melalen is very greedy and hypocritical. The leader of Ross seems to have always decided to stay in the north. Now there is a little girl who has actually become the leader of Ostara.

Snowreva prefers to do business freely, but Gould, this old guy wanders in the control area of ​​the entire alliance, and really knows that he needs the protection of the powerful.

Snow Leva naturally has a contemptuous attitude towards various leaders, and now that the Rus leader has sent his son, Snow Leva has deliberately neglected him.

But money is money.

The fat man got up immediately, he really knew the meaning of Rurik's attitude. The family will immediately gain an unprecedented wealth because of the transaction with the Ross leader.

This dress is well-dressed and it doesn't matter if it is clean and buried, and it looks like a turtle on all fours.

"Get up," Rurik said calmly.

Only then did Snowlev get up, and then approached Rurik, his hands clasped together, and a flattering smile that made the fat on his face quiver.

"I'm here to negotiate business with you on behalf of the leader. I'm actually very familiar with this place." After Rurik looked left and right again, he looked at Snowleva, whose eyes were shining: "The money is ready, When I see the goods I want, the wealth will be brought to your family's residence as soon as possible. I advise you to kneel more when you see me in the future, and don't kneel like a turtle, kneel like a warrior Land is enough. You must remember that we, the powerful Rus, did not protect you merchants for no reason, nor did they give favors to the Gould family for no reason."

"Ah! Yes, there is something wrong here." Snowreva complimented, and this action also made Rurik understand that this fat man was far inferior to his father's character. Gould is an old guy who has seen strong winds and waves, knows how to choose and has his own arrogance.

This Snow Leva is good, just like a "tool man of capital", as long as he can make money, he is eager to kneel down and lick the boots of buyers.

If this is the best, such "capital tool people" can just develop into the tool people of the Rus.

"I'm just going to sit down. I'm mainly meeting you on this trip. You, prepare some food for my brothers."

"Yes." Snowleva nodded, then greeted the servant.

It can be said that in Kanuf and Fisk's point of view, their boss only used a few words to let a well-dressed businessman lie on the ground.

What a feat of a king!

The son of the leader who held the leader's sword, Rurik's heroic presence gave Fisk a shock that surpassed the enormous wealth he had seen before.

After some rest, Rurik's stomach was full of meat.

While eating, Rurik's eyes aimed at the glass that Snowlev was playing with. After taking a closer look, he really wanted to laugh.

"Isn't this broken glass made by me? How could this Snowreva be treated as a treasure? It's absurd. No! Those merchants took my glass to the south. It's them! Unexpectedly, it was bought by Gould? That's possible, that fat man likes to collect some strange treasures."

Rurik kept the words in his heart, and he had a bottom line in his heart.

Because those merchants who transport glassware don't trade at a loss, since Gould thinks glassware is a rare treasure? OK! There are also hundreds of glass bottles full of spirits in the back!

There's no point in sitting idle.

Rurik got up with the two guys, and the three of them had a free meal at Gould's mansion, but the master, Snowreva, was about to dance with his belly up.

The beach was already crowded, and at the agreed place, Rurik successfully joined Harrodsen.

Harrodsen was taken aback when he saw the Chief's Sword.

"Rurik! Did the leader not come?"

"That's right. Today, I am taking the responsibility of the leader."

Hearing that, Haruo Zuo Sen was surprised again, but when he thought about it again, he felt a little relieved. He said lightly, "I think this is actually your father's test for you. In the future, you will be our leader." He said this, and his heart was full of relief, because his son Kanuf had already Became a close follower of the future leader. Even the "leader's trial" did not forget to bring.

"Yes, it is a trial. When Gould comes, I will negotiate with him personally."

"Okay." Haruo Zuo Sen covered his chest with his right hand and bowed slightly: "Then the big leader, everything will be left to you."

leader? Rurik smiled slightly: "Okay, I am the leader. I should also show it and let you know my abilities."

Today, the people of the Ross tribe are dressed in their best clothes, which is their best clothing.

You can wear snow-white clothes here, and without exception, they are not rich, but there are very few such people.

Rurik's white fox ferret fur, and his blond hair tied up, the whole look is really eye-catching in the crowd.

Matching his dazzling eyes, there is his late mother, and the head maid Rumia, who is wearing a huge silver ornament. The arrival of the two women could not conceal Rurik's beauty in the slightest.

It could even be said that before Rurik grew a beard, it was okay for him to be a girl, depending on how he dressed today.

The midday sun illuminates the world, and the mild southerly wind blows into the fjord, making people feel more comfortable.

Not far away, a large fleet is coming!

They came in great abundance, and the raised sails gleamed in the sun again.

People on the shore have been looking forward to it for a long time, and even people have already prepared a large number of beach locations for the uploaded landings.

It is best for the transport ships of the Rus to find a real pier and rely on the platform to dock. Gould himself has no worries about docking. He has been operating in Roseburg for so many years, and naturally he has built a reliable dock.

That is, compared to previous years, the size of his caravan this year has quadrupled!

Gould really moved the vast majority of his belongings, understanding Anklas, to Ross.

The old fat man had been in a bad mood after the long voyage, but when he finally arrived at his destination, his spirit suddenly cheered up.

"Sister, the shore is the territory of the Ross people? It's really a settlement built in the fjord as in the legend." Ella was relieved and in awe, because she could tell just from her eyes that Ross People's homes are really big.

What is different from the Melalen tribe is that the Melalon is built on the riverside plain. Of course, they can bloom everywhere without any restraint. Although the noisy Melalon has a huge population, their living seems to be quite scattered.

The Russ are the exact opposite! Roseburg was built on the gentle slopes of the mountains, but this place is a natural harbor, so the place is narrow and crowded.

Carlotta was also shocked, "Really, there are houses everywhere! There are boats everywhere on the coast?! Why so many?! This is the Russ."

"This is the territory of the Rus." Gould said proudly.

"Sir, will our clansmen live here next time?" Carlotta asked Gould tentatively, and his words were more respectful.

"It depends on the attitude of the Rus leaders. From what I know about them, not only will you be able to settle down, but life will quickly return to peace."

Carlotta smiled reassuringly.

After experiencing a war, she was deeply aware of the value of peace in the rest of her life. The adventure in Melalen also made her realize that there are good people, provided that they are truly foreseeable, not hypocritical.

After a while, Gould stood at the bow of the boat, facing all the rowers of his flagship: "Brothers. Run to our own pier and lead everyone forward carefully, not to break the plank of the plank..."

He shouted loudly and personally directed the turn of the flagship.

Gould's fleet began to do the whole movement, and other small caravans went straight to the beach cleaned by the Rus.

As usual, the migratory merchants and the Rus people have a tacit understanding. There are some beach areas where the Roths do not stop their boats. All because of tacit understanding, those areas are reserved for merchants to moor their ships. As long as the so-called ships wash the beach, they will continue to be pulled to the sandy beach. For the next six months, most of these ships will be placed on the shore to ensure that the frozen sea ice will not damage the ships.

Even Gould's large merchant ships had to, provided he carried all the cargo.

But the situation was beyond Gould's imagination.

His original intention was to pull the wheat transport ship to the trestle first, so that he could immediately hire the strong Ross men who were waiting for work on the shore and hire them to remove the goods.

However, the potential energy of the ship is too strong! The three transport ships were not properly deployed, and the ship reinforced with oak boards was crushed. The ship itself was fine. As a result, the trestle bridge collapsed, so that more than 20 people on the trestle fell into the diving.

Rurik really witnessed this situation: "Could it be that the old guy brought too much cargo? That's fine."

Rurik also noticed Snowreva's suddenly pale face, and he asked, "What's the matter with you? It doesn't look like your fleet is in serious trouble."

"Damn it! When I saw this trestle, I suspected that it was too fragile. I really don't understand why my father didn't repair it properly. Now we can build a new one." After complaining, Snowleva suggested: "My leader , now let's go over there."

"Alright. I want to see Gould as soon as possible."

Rurik was happy that Snowreva called himself the "leader", and it seems that this guy is also in the play.

A large sword was still leaning on his back, and the huge ruby ​​on the hilt was particularly conspicuous. Agreeing to stand out is Rurik's white furry attire.

It is very interesting to say, after all, the most precious fur in the entire Nordic world is basically ferret skin. In the era of no artificial breeding, hunting ferrets has become a technical activity, and ferrets will only grow white fur in winter, which makes it even more difficult to capture.

The rich invariably decorate themselves with ferrets, and the bigger reason is its preciousness.

Faced with the predicament, Gould had no choice but to organize the fleet to make a slight turn and do traditional beach flushing operations, except for scolding a scalper. Although this would damage the keel of the ship, it would be better than the fact that the fleet was stuck on the sea for a long time and could not dock.

The heavy boats headed straight for the beach, where the sand was sure to cushion the impact of the boats.

Gould just grabbed the stick that tied the rope at the bow, and his eyes saw a white boy on the shore.

is a child? !

He fixed his eyes and immediately burst into joy: "It's Rurik! It seems that the leader of Ross has also arrived."

However, Otto did not come.

Even Otto stayed in his own house and slept soundly, dreaming about Valhalla in his mind. The reality is that all the family members went to the beach, and almost all the old guys went too, and even his own sword was handed over to his son for temporary safekeeping.

In a sense, Otto appeared in power for a short time and became a real loner.

But it doesn't matter anymore, he feels that his beloved Ross clan has finally found the perfect new shelter, and he doesn't have much to worry about anymore. So, he had hated being drunk, and now he himself is gradually beginning to indulge in pleasure.

He is a big leader, and at present only Rurik dares to make a criticism.

Gould wanted to have a good chat with Otto after he landed, especially about purchasing goods. After all, there are too many goods, and Gould does not have so much confidence in Rurik. If Rurik is too expensive, it is of course possible to lower the price. To have a good chat.

The results of it? Gould was doomed to miscalculate, but definitely not a loss.