Rise of Rurik

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A no-special long boat left Gould Island and headed for the beach at the Merlaren Market.

Behind them, there is the towering wooden fence of Gould Island, the flat and busy shore pier, and a large number of ships.

Gould was indeed sending his ships to the Melalen market according to the agreement with Rurik, and even organized a small fleet to rush directly to the territory of the Yermalen people in the southern part of the lake to buy the agricultural products of the local people. And pulled back as much as possible to Gould Island, and stacked them in warehouses tightly wrapped in walls.

In fact, what Rurik didn't know was that shortly after the boat carrying him to the market left, a flat boat carrying a distinguished guest also landed on Gould Island.

This person is none other than Fodgen, a businessman who is good at cutting all kinds of tanned leather into clothes.

A businessman like Gould is essentially a speculative second-hand dealer, and Fodgen, he is now an industrial capitalist, who hires a group of women who know how to tailor to make a lot of leather clothes and sell them for profit.

Because of this, due to the cold weather this year, Fodgen learned of the strong appeal of ordinary people in Melalen for new clothes. He saw his superiors, but he suffered from the lack of a very stable leather supplier.

A whole year! Foldgen first listened to Gould's invitation and suggestions, and then lived in Roseburg himself for the whole winter, and now he has completely figured it out-follow Gould and relocate the entire family business and all the servants to Roseburg. , when it is a good way to make a lot of money steadily.

Fodgen came empty-handed, just to inform Gould that he had plans to move.

To his shock, Gould showed a few large and mighty polar bear skins, which was also good news for the old friend.

"My friend, if you come early in the morning, you can meet Lord Rurik once."

"Ah! Rurik, he has come to Meralen? Where is he?"

"He went to the market." Gould pointed north, looking into Fodgen's eyes. "Hopefully he can buy some good stuff at the market."

Rurik and Carlotta, in order to avoid publicity, changed into simple linen clothes, and both wore a drab linen burqa. However, what was concealed under the robe was a short sword for self-defense.

Rurik is so,

His cousin dressed very low-key.

Although they are noble and have great wealth, the important people sitting on the boat, they obeyed Gould's advice, all dressed as ordinary travelers, only the swords and money bags were hidden under the robes.

Rurik sat near the bow, sitting on his side, letting the cool autumn wind blow on his face.

Behind him were more than a dozen paddlers, and Arik also acted as a rower.

It takes a long voyage from Gould Island to the market, and he has nothing to do. Arik looked at his brother's eyes focused on the scenery of the lake and the mountains, and couldn't help asking: "Hey! Rurik, have you thought of buying something?"

"What?" Rurik turned his face sideways.

"I'm asking you, what do you want to buy? I'm hanging two pounds of silver for you. Are you going to spend them all?"

"Perhaps." Rurik shrugged helplessly, if it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't strong enough, he would have taken the heavy money by himself.

"What do you want to buy?!"

"Who knows? Well, go and have a look. I'll buy it when I like it."

Arik felt a little embarrassed, so he deliberately teased: "I heard that the Melalen people have a lot of wine, the guy in Gould told me that there is a place called Klong in the market, where you can drink Melalen people. brewed wine."

Cologne? a place name?

Rurik thought about it for a while, it was referring to a tavern.

A pub? If it does exist, Rurik's is not at all surprising. The so-called supply when there is demand, or the two complement each other. Since wheat is produced in the Lake Mälaren region, it is normal to use it for winemaking. Besides, the ale that has been shipped to Roseburg by merchants from all over the years is almost all from the Lake Mellaren region.

Seeing that his younger brother was very interested, Arik encouraged him to say: "Honey, if a man can't drink, he is a coward. Gould said Cologne is a lively place, and I want to see it and taste Mellaren. People's wine. What about you? What do you think?"

"This……"

"Are you still hesitating? I've made up my mind, I can definitely go and see it."

What can Rurik do about this? While agreeing in desperation, he also made an agreement with his cousin.

"You can go to Cologne, you're in charge of drinking, and I'll be in charge of watching. I'd like to see what tricks the Mellarens are up to."

What should a pub look like? An interior decoration is elegant and dignified, the bartender is neat and courteous, and the bartender is skilled, and those drinkers are also some elegant people, sitting at the bar and drinking cocktails and laughing?

forget it.

Rurik still remembers some of the experience of going to a more elegant tavern, but those are already dreams that exist in another world.

Elegant bars are also aimed at elegant drinkers. In other words, the owner of the bar must decorate his pub ornately to create a high-end feeling, in order to attract people with high spending power to spend money.

But a ninth-century pub?

Another scene was in Rurik's mind.

There are several cracked wooden tables in the dark wooden house, and the drinkers in the room are all ragged, walking and talking extremely vulgar. They didn't come to drink, I'm afraid there is more to alcoholism. It was a place full of violence. People who were slightly drunk just looked at each other, and their hostility was instantly aroused, because there was no mechanism to stop the fight, and pubs were often the dens of evil.

Did the Vikings have taverns too? For example, the residents of Roseburg generally drink alcohol, and there are no full-time businessmen who sell alcohol for profit. Even the wealthiest Gould has not envisaged building a tavern for so many years. The core purpose of Rurik's spirits was to make money. For practical reasons, he did not plan to open a tavern under his control for greater interests, because there was no soil for this matter in Roseburg.

The ships are getting closer and closer to the destination, and there are more fishing boats, and the huge shanty town not far away is undoubtedly the core of the Mellaren people.

The Melalen tribe did not design a special pier, and the ships going and coming were all manoeuvring longboats to wash the beach directly. After all, the average boat owner, the boat they own is a light boat, it can easily wash the beach, easily pulled to the shore by the owner of the boat, and it is not difficult to push it back into the lake.

Of course, the Melarens have the ability to manufacture large cargo ships, and professional craftsmen have never resisted making large ships, but orders for large ships may only come from a few wealthy merchants, including the richest chief Olegin. Building big boats makes a lot of money, but craftsmen usually make light and cheap fishing boats, and even undertake the work of repairing boats.

The gentle shore of the lake was just ahead. In order to meet the doomed beach, and to avoid being shaken off the boat by the strong vibration, Rurik simply stood up. Like Carlotta, he grabbed a cable and watched the boat at the bottom of the bow. The oak keel slashed into the mud by the lake.

After a violent tremor, the boat washed up safely, and Rurik sighed in relief. He put his left hand around his burqa and his right hand on the boat's gang. The whole person asked the camp to jump off, and his feet set foot on the territory of the Melalen for the first time. .

Rurik landed at the same time as another twelve strong men with elite weapons.

Arik and Yevluo were naturally dressed in a low-key manner, as did the ten mercenaries behind them. If it is funny, it is these mercenaries who landed. When they set foot on the Melalen Market, they are completely returning to their hometown.

Yes, almost all of the mercenaries recruited by Gould are native Mellarens.

To be fair, no one knows Mellaren better than them. For example, when the host proposed to go to the place in Cologne to find out, someone boldly pointed out: "That place is where the chief sells wine. He is selling it himself. Some sell wine, seek some benefits from it and expand his strength."

Regarding these matters, Rurik, who was still on the boat, had followed the popular science of the mercenaries and already knew a thing or two about the tavern.

"Okay. We've landed, where are we going next. Cologne?" Rurik asked his cousin, patting his body.

"Just go to that place. Yevro!" Arik exclaimed casually.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

"You know the place well, and you act as a guide. Now take me to the place where I can drink."

"Okay. There are only some things, I hope the adults can understand."

Arik looked impatient: "What else? Drinking is a hassle? We brought money."

"My lord, we have to keep a low profile. Cologne is a messy place, maybe..." Yevlo looked at Rurik and Carlotta, "maybe the kids shouldn't go, not because they can't drink, it's a rough place Much. Your lord, you are the bravest warrior I have ever seen. I am afraid that you will draw your sword and kill some drunken people after being provoked. That is where the chief of Melalen sells wine. I am afraid of us Something went wrong."

Although Yevro was a Finn, he was a comrade-in-arms who fought side by side for two months. Arik was very satisfied with the flattery of these comrades-in-arms. However, he obviously ignored the warning of his comrades-in-arms.

"What are the Mellarens? They dare not attack the Danes, Gotland, but we have been winning."

"Hey! Your lord!" Yevluo growled solemnly, and his eyes immediately glanced at the various outsiders on the landing site.

Arik's eyes quickly noticed some malicious eyes. It seemed that those holding long wooden poles and carrying fishing nets were natives of Melalen.

Arik felt that he was a little arrogant, and while he closed his mouth, Rurik let out a sigh of relief.

This is the case with my cousin. Because he has made a series of military exploits on the battlefield at a young age, it is not surprising that the whole person's mentality is floating.

Yevro's suggestion Rurik attaches great importance to. After all, he is not in a world of romantic fantasy stories, and he is just a flesh and blood, and his hands have no magical power to confuse spirits. Today's matter is that he entered the Melalonian territory as an ordinary traveling merchant, that is, he assumed the identity of the "successor to the leader of Ross", which drunk person would believe it? Do not! A drunkard will only feel that a brazen child deserves to be beaten.

"Then come with us! Adults. We are most familiar with the Melalen Market. I will ensure your safety. I also hope that you will not cause any trouble on your own initiative."

Rurik thought Yevlo's advice was right! He followed closely behind his mercenary captain. At this moment, not only was his cousin Arik unreliable, he might even become a factor of instability.

Take a good look at this Melalen Market, or in other words, where everyone is now, it is only the "fishing village area" near the lake by the tribe, and it is not the core of the market.

There are a large number of soil embryo houses, the roofs are full of piles of withered and yellow reeds, and some wooden sheds are also mixed.

Numerous sights give Rurik an illusion of the old Roseburg, and a large number of buildings have a strong sense of sight. It's just that because of the marriage of a large number of Novgorod women in Rosburg, the collision and fusion of the two cultures are being positively reflected in the architectural style. The traditional Viking-style dwellings in Rosberg began to turn to the more comfortable woodcuts of Novgorod, and the steam saunas that began to be built in large numbers were appropriately the style of the residents of the "Oriental Land" such as the Finns and the Kowens. .

Mellarenburg was still the same, and seeing the plain clothes of a large number of passers-by really made Rurik both familiar and unfamiliar.

Some of the boys who were a little dirty on their faces and ran by in groups of three or five made Rurik look sideways. Isn't their innocent appearance a sign that their lives are actually very rich?

However, there is always some inconsistency.

Rurik's eyes couldn't help but glance at Carlotta, who was walking quietly beside him. She slightly hooked her head. Because of the cover of the burqa, no one knew that she was actually a girl.

Rurik looked at the earthen houses on both sides of the winding dirt road, and the people coming and going. He asked Yevlo weakly: "I saw a lot of people carrying fish, and some people holding lambs. You see, another kid ran by. Are the Mellarens really rich?"

Yevluo didn't want to answer: "Of course they are rich, I have never heard of Melalen people starving. Even your mercenaries, they simply don't have the right to inherit the family business, and they don't want to be a pioneer all their lives. The farmer of the farmland has to be your soldier."

A group of mercenaries cheered when they heard the ridicule of their comrades, because Yevluo's words were the truth.

"Aren't they hungry? Impossible? I heard Carlotta fled here last year and nearly died of starvation here."

Rurik didn't realize that he had said the wrong thing at first, until Carlotta grabbed his arm suddenly, and the girl vented her inner pain in this way.

Rurik was startled and stopped talking.

Yevlo, who was walking in front, turned his back to his body and shook his head helplessly: "My lord, wealth is only for the Melarens. Who will help those foreigners who have fled? Unless they are slaves to the Melarens. "

"Ah! Could it be that Olegin... he is obviously the leader of the alliance. Those foreigners, aren't they also the people of his allies?"

"Forget it." Yevluo suddenly stopped and turned around: "Darling, there is no one who is more kind than you, but this kindness may not be all good for you. Maybe you can only thank God for the grace given to you, You can earn a lot of silver for the extravagant use of your mercy, and I think you know what I mean."

Rurik froze for a moment, then nodded silently.

He understood Yevluo's meaning, and couldn't help but admire his mercenary captain. In the end, he has been with Gould for so many years. He is a fool, and he should know a lot of business knowledge when he is with a shrewd person.

Rurik believed that Olegin would undoubtedly rescue the people of allies who were in distress. It would be good if he did not fall into the trap, and there were no welfare institutions in this era. Hearing Gould's explanation, Rurik had to face the reality that the so-called thinking sub-tribal alliance was indeed just a tribal alliance. It was the leaders of the tribes who joined the alliance and elected the strongest as the leader. For ordinary people from allied tribes, the leader of the alliance probably only needs to restrain the residents of various tribes in an alliance not to attack each other for their own selfish interests.

For the victims, they may find a chance to survive by fleeing to Melalen. But for the Mellarens, these guys are contenders for living space. They can't think of planting wheat on the land of the Melalen people, logging and burning charcoal to sell for money, let alone robbing the fishermen of Melalen for fish resources in the lake.

The best option for these victims is to serve as servants to the Mellarens.

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