Rise of Rurik

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Just for the sake of face and glory, the price was actually a pound of silver, and Rurik felt a pain in his flesh for a second after he left the door.

The loss of a pound of silver did not seem to Rurik today a great loss.

What surprised him was that, as a wine manufacturer, when it was sold to Gould, the price was already very high, all because he had to distill and purify ordinary ale, and then use charcoal to filter it into a nectar. , just the concentration process makes the cost of wine rise a lot.

As for the glass bottle that carries the wine, it is a consumable that tends to be mass-produced. In the beginning, it is indeed rare and expensive. In the long run, its value must not be as high as the wine inside.

The "wholesale price" of a bottle of wine hits the price of a bottle of one pound of silver coins. Unexpectedly, after changing hands twice, the price increase in the taverns of the Mellarens is not serious.

This surprised Rurik a little, it really did not meet the rules of a businessman seeking profit.

"Maybe, if it's too expensive, no one really buys it? Melaron people also sell spirits with small profits but quick turnover?"

After all, everyone has seen the so-called tavern of the Melalen people. It is really a chaotic place, but this kind of place is controlled by the guy Olegin.

Arik slapped his brother on the back: "Honey, how do you feel about this place?"

"Not so good! It's dirty and messy. I'm afraid those drunk guys will rush up and get stabbed in the throat by you."

"Hey, that's for sure. Any attacker, my attitude is to kill."

Rurik shook his head and persuaded like an adult: "You are so reckless. This is the territory of the Melalen people. You killed their people. How can we get out?"

"It doesn't matter." Arik squeezed his brother's shoulder hard. Rurik understood that this was his brother's way of expressing his toughness.

"Wherever the enemy attacked, only the enemy died. Brothers killed so many enemies on the battlefield, we were never afraid."

After all, Arik was a burst of unbridled laughter, which caused the others to laugh arrogantly.

Rurik looked up at his cousin with contempt.

After all, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers,

After a few battles, he has become more and more ruthless. It's just this brain, it's still too simple.

"Arik."

"What's wrong?!"

Rurik frowned and shook his head: "That bottle of wine is still too expensive."

"Well, now that I think about it, I'm really extravagant, and I apologize."

"It doesn't matter, at least you have earned enough face for the brothers. Haha, the owner of the tavern is the leader of Melalen, we at least know this information. Now we are all Norwegian travelers, at least they think so."

"Okay!" Arik pinched his waist. "Brothers don't have to hide anything, we are Norwegians. Let's go and see what strange things there are in the market."

People of all kinds come and go, almost all of them dressed in plain clothes, and a few in gorgeous clothes, walking around surrounded by people carrying swords or axes.

Acting as a thug for wealthy households is an acceptable choice for many young Melalen's powerless and powerless. After a few years as a housekeeper, after saving some money, or buying some fields or ordering a small boat, this is the capital to live on for the rest of your life.

Rurik took aim at the slightly chubby person with clothes and velvet caps.

"Arik."

"What's the matter? Sometimes louder."

"That man," Rurik still whispered, "that's a rich man, let's follow him quietly and see what this guy will do."

Following an indifferent person, Arik felt that it was superfluous. Since my brother had this idea, he could quietly follow up with his brothers.

There were many people wandering in the market, and the following behavior of the crowd did not cause any alarm.

After a while, I saw that the rich man who was guarded by the mercenary thugs finally stood up straight in front of the lively crowd.

There were at least a few dozen people gathered, and they were watching a group of special merchandise.

"What's going on?!" Rurik was taken aback, "Arik, look at those pillars. Why are some men tied up on them, are they guilty? This is the execution scene?" Rurik subconsciously thought that the thief was arrested by Mei Captured by the patrolling privates of Chief Laren, who presumably was outside the scene of the prisoner's execution.

Hearing what his brother said, Arik subconsciously believed that this was the execution ground. Look at those ragged men tied up, all it takes to end their lives is an axe slash.

Yevluo coughed twice and said with a sullen face: "Sir, that's not a prisoner, that's a slave."

"Slave?" Rurik turned around instantly.

"What? Master, do you think it's very novel?"

"No. I'm just curious, are these slaves tied up here because they ran so hard?"

"Of course not." Yevro knew the slave market of the Melalen tribe very well. He deliberately pointed to a pillar that was erected like the mast of a ship: "Master, if any escaped slaves are captured, they will be hanged. on that pole."

Rurik looked at the pillar and felt a strong emotion in his heart.

He looked at the slaves bound by ropes for sale, and couldn't help but feel sorry for their plight.

This is normal human nature! In an instant, Rurik had the idea of ​​saving them, but in the face of the current situation, seeing that a group of local rich people have already taken the lead, his reason has the upper hand, and now he will not lose any loss by sitting on the sidelines and rashly. I'm afraid it's too much trouble to get involved.

The fluctuations in Rurik's psychology were keenly noticed by Yevro.

"Master, are you planning to buy these slaves?"

"No, I've already arranged for Gould to buy slaves. Now we're just spectators."

After speaking, Rurik continued to watch. The more he watched, the stronger his inner touch.

They did not regard slaves as human beings, or the Melarens or even the entire alliance. The concept of human beings in the narrow sense was limited to boys and girls in the alliance who were twelve years old.

The so-called slave trade, because there are absolutely no regulations to abide by, it all depends on the unspoken rules that everyone spontaneously constructs. For example, those bankrupt peasants will spontaneously become slaves to make a living, and young people with air force are willing to serve as mercenaries for the rich. Even some begging children, boys or girls who can be trained as laborers, or girls who are beautiful, will be taken away by wealthy households as slaves.

Ask yourself, Rurik realizes that he has relied on this set of unspoken rules since ancient times within the alliance for the past two years, and has obtained many typical slaves in everyone's concept for Rosberg. Even if Rurik didn't want to admit it, in the hearts of the Russ people and among the businessmen who had business dealings with Gould, they all knew this - the Russ leaders were powerful slave owners.

Rurik heard a few terrifying-looking guys speaking awkward language as they peddled their wares in public—five Britton men.

"It's Britons? Yes, their hair isn't blond."

Rurik squeezed his chin, and even his entourage acted as spectators.

The slave trader quoted his price, fifty silver coins for each Britton to be sold.

"Ah! At this price, it is far less than a bottle of wine! How can a person's value be so low?!"

Arik obviously heard his brother's muttering, and put a pair of big hands on his shoulders: "What? You actually treat them as human beings? You are so kind."

"Then forgive my kindness. Well, I hope to get some more laborers for us Rus people, and I can arrange for them to mine."

"You still want to buy them? Rurik, we only have a pound of silver with us."

"That's it! You and the others are unlucky, and they are destined to not be servants for my kindness."

Hearing the brother put gold on his face in his words, Arik smiled. To be honest, Arik didn't look down on these Britons at all. Thinking that the five Britons aged in Rurik's custody were worshipping a strange god, Aric felt that these guys were really not good.

Arik actually likes the Novgorod people, not only because his wife is a Novgorodian, but also because he noticed that those married women are all kneeling to the goddess Freya believed by the Rus, especially the goddess Freya. Not a single Novgorod woman died in childbirth, and everyone said that the goddess blessed these outsiders to become their own, which made them completely abandon their beliefs in their homeland.

After all, he is a strong and young man. His wife was a beautiful ordinary village girl in Novgorod. Seeing that his young brother was actually arranged by his uncle who is the leader, a lot of marriage contracts were arranged. Arik said it was impossible not to be envious. However, his son is not yet one year old, but his wife is still young and beautiful. In this way, I can get a few more beautiful women from Novgorod to marry, I am afraid this will make my family jump.

Getting a group of maids from Novgorod to serve him and his family has been listed in Arik's plan. What's more, he also has a "wolf ambition" deep in his heart. Since you can have a group of oriental maids to act as concubines, why not get some oriental servants to serve as hard labor? If these can be achieved, I can go further.

For example, the younger brother Rurik became the master of the people of Novgorod. I heard that there is a place in the south called Smolensk, where people speak the same language as Novgorod, but it is not as strong as the north. He is destined to be less noble than his younger brother, but he is also more noble than other Ross kin.

"In the future, I will take my brothers to conquer Smolensk and let the locals be my slaves, and then I will collect tribute last year? It's wonderful to think about it."

The so-called Britons that the real Norwegians are peddling, the locals acquiesce that the slaves brought by the Norwegian slave traders are Britons, and even become another word to describe slaves.

In fact, these so-called "Britons" are the inhabitants of the Kingdom of Northumbria on the island of Britain. Rurik remembered that the real Britons had orange-red hair because their ancestors were all Celts. These people have brown hair and taller statures, and looking at their sluggish faces, they really feel a strong sense of familiarity.

Whether it is Northumbria or Mercia, the main groups of people who make up the two kingdoms are all from the Saxon and Anglo tribes who landed four hundred years ago. In essence, these people are closely related to the Melarens in blood. sex. It's just that the immigrants and the remnants of Roman Britain intermarryed on a large scale, and those who were pure blond became fewer.

Because they knew that the once noble Roman aristocrats were all black-haired people, those chiefs who established the kingdom, while accepting extreme Christianity, were also trying to make their descendants darker and darker in blood.

But the Viking era of raiding had begun.

The Scandinavian bays facing the North Sea formed the Norse tribal confederations to plunder Britain, to capture the population either to digest themselves or to sell to those who lived on the other side of the mountains in the "Holy Land" of Svealand people can benefit greatly.

Five slaves were examined like cattle, and their mouths were opened by wealthy buyers. By observing the teeth, knowledgeable buyers can know a series of information such as the age and physical condition of the slaves.

In the end, these people were bought back as coolies doing farm work. Compared with the tenant farmers who paid rent, they still used the labor of slaves to farm, and they could earn greater benefits.

Several wealthy buyers got together, apparently disagreeing over the division of the slaves and needing to negotiate their right to purchase.

There are still many passers-by here, and the scattered copper coins in their hands can never buy a strong slave, not even the weakest female slave. They are simply greedy to watch the fun, after all, their lives are full of boredom.

No one paid attention to the dozen or so people wearing burqas, and Rurik seemed to be non-existent.

"It looks like the animal has an owner. Maybe we should bring more silver coins when we come again, so as to satisfy your kindness." Arik said bluntly.

Rurik didn't think his cousin was complimenting him, it was more of a sarcasm.

"I don't watch it." Rurik deliberately put on a disdainful attitude.

"Then go deeper into the market and take a look?" Arik asked.

"Okay. The Melaron people's market is really big. They sell all kinds of things. I'm very curious about that Olegin."

Yevluo hurriedly bowed down: "Sir, you must be able to see that person soon."

"Is it because Gould sent a messenger? I'm already standing here, Yevro, do you know where Olegin lives?"

"Ah! This..." How could Yevro not know? Including all the mercenaries in the team from Melalen's origin, everyone knows it.

"Take me over here, I want to find out."

Yevluo looked very nervous, and he continued to bow to persuade: "My lord, that Olegin came quickly and arrogantly, I am afraid that we will rashly ask to see him and get closed."

"What? Did he refuse to see me without giving him a gift? Is he just a so-called leader?"

"I'm afraid that's the case, my lord. That's a arrogant man. He has powerful private soldiers in his hands, and no one dares to challenge the rules he set."

"Bah! Listening to you, why do I think he is a greedy and arrogant man? Well, I just want to see that guy's mansion, as long as I can see the mansion across the road."

Yevro let out a sigh of relief, if the master only asked for this, of course he could do it. What he was most afraid of was the two sons of the big chief of Ross, who would cause some troubles in the territory of the Melalen people because they were too rebellious.

Although he very much looks forward to the hegemony of the entire alliance when the Rurik he serves grows up.

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