Rise of Rurik

The son was actually scared back by the other party's look? In addition to being disappointed by his son's actions, Olegin had to admire the so-called "Rurik's aura". Even though his son was humiliated, wouldn't he also be slapped in the face?

Olekin coughed twice, and then ordered: "Russian, kneel down! Salute to me! If you refuse, then leave! Your refusal is to betray the alliance! The business you desire is over, we Melalen. You and all who have anything to do with you will be banned from entering the Great Lakes."

In order to support their own power, use trade sanctions as a means?

Rurik felt that this was just a compliment and a bluff, and he would not be stupid enough to not do business with the Ross people. Rurik looked at his surroundings and couldn't help thinking that this Olegin was really interesting. Yeah, there are only five unarmed people in the room and that's it.

If Olegin was really prepared to be stimulated by Arik's uncontrollable and silent challenge, he would use the signal of a cup throw as a signal to summon dozens of knife and axemen to suddenly appear, in order to determine who. the greatest authority. Obviously Olegin was sincere for today's meeting. In this matter, it was clearly the Rus who did not do well.

"Oops, offended him twice..."

Thinking that the disaster could not continue to spread, Rurik stepped forward and stood in front of Arik.

"You? The daughter of the leader of Otto? I hope you can say something beautiful, and it's better not to be as stinky as your brother."

Rurik nodded, and immediately took off his velvet cap. He looked at Olegin with peaceful eyes, just to let him see his face clearly, and by the way to make some memories.

Sure enough, Olegin just felt that the voice of "the so-called Rurik" sounded somewhat familiar, but now that he saw the child's face, he suddenly thought of something.

Olegin's body was shaking, and so were his eyes.

Rurik bowed slightly and said respectfully: "My honorable leader, I am a boy, and I am the real Rurik. It's a pity that my reckless brother made you unhappy."

"No!" Olegin had already fully reacted, and he stood up suddenly: "You? Are you not a Norwegian traveler? How did you become a Russ?!"

Rurik immediately half-knelt down and replied with a sincere look: "Yes. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding of the honorable leader, as well as the previous matter, we are guilty and should not contradict the honorable leader, now we have more Deep sin. Oh, maybe because we have been in the north for too long, people have become vulgar. I hope the honorable lord will forgive us for the future trade elements.

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Rurik said several "alliance leaders" with one face, and in this way, he kept telling Olegin that his status as the leader of the alliance had always been recognized by the Rus.

The boy spoke very nicely, and the childlike innocence in his eyes really relieved Olegin a lot, and at the same time realized that he really had weight in the hearts of the Rus.

In an instant, Olegin fell in love with this half-kneeling boy. He wished that all the Rus, or all the nobles from other tribes, had the boy's eloquence and awareness of his own identity.

Or rather, he was very happy to be immersed in the atmosphere of being adored, and the joy made him feel relieved.

Rurik was the first to kneel on one knee, with his small head hooked under the hook, facing the leader of the alliance with beautiful, reflective blonde hair. Yes, it was Rurik who was always taking care of himself with his hair. He was extremely hygienic, making himself too clean, and he didn't have the sloppy image that everyone thinks a boy needs to have.

There is a natural difference between boys and girls, even if they don't change their voices, Olegin can tell them apart.

Of course he still had some doubts, could it be that this little boy was Rurik? The credible messenger clearly claimed that the visitors were Rurik and his two sisters.

Under Olegin's gaze, Rurik knelt down on one knee and gave a warrior salute, followed by Carlotta. Seeing this, Arik, who was originally very reluctant, made a fierce ideological struggle in his heart. Under the premise of putting the overall situation first, he finally got down on one knee.

"You still kneel, you should salute long ago!" Olegin nodded in satisfaction.

Although the specific situation has not been clarified, there must be a real Rurik in it anyway. That Rurik, who was said to be the successor to the old Ros Otto position, knelt down here, which was equivalent to saying that the next leader of the Rus also acknowledged his authority.

The last time I saw Otto, the leader of Ross, was a long time ago. Olekin vaguely remembered that he was a very capable man, and a ruthless man who always intended to attack Gotland's traitors. It was this guy who became a little bit after losing his son. depressed.

Looking back on these pasts, Olegin became more and more convinced that the ponytail-kneeling boy who spoke respectfully was Rurik.

It's probably been ten years since Otto parted ways, and Olegin immediately asked, "Beautiful boy, tell me your age."

"I'm... nine years old," Rurik said truthfully.

"There's no problem, you are the real Rurik. Then you..." Olegin showed his angry eyes again, looking at the tall half-kneeler: "Who are you? Oh yes , you must be Arik! Unfortunately, when I dealt with your leader, I didn't know you existed."

"I am Arik, and I am the nephew of the leader of Otto. I am the bravest warrior of the Ross tribe and a hero in battle. I am afraid that there is no second person in the entire alliance with the strength of me." Resolute eyes to answer questions.

"Bah!" Came at the same time when Carl launched the attack, and there was also the sound of a walrus tusk carefully carving a cup. The shards of the cup were right next to Arik, and he immediately turned his head in anger, staring at the arrogant young man.

Karl continued to attack: "Are you Russ trying to escape to the bay at the end of the world and hide? You claim to have killed countless enemies, which I think is just boasting. You are just a Rus warrior, and I! The invincible Karl! I am the whole The bravest warrior of the league, soon, I will be the leader of the league, and then I want you to kneel down and kiss my boots."

The rude behavior of his son really annoyed Olekin. He needed to establish authority in the alliance for a long time, but he did not want to always face the joined tribes with a condescending attitude. Sometimes he needed to be brothers with those leaders. And the son's words were really irritating. His words were clearly looking forward to his early death.

Olegin snarled: "Karl, shut up, it's not your turn to chatter."

"But, he's humiliating..."

"To shut up!"

Carl tried his best to calm down with anger. He just didn't speak, and he stared at Arik, who was full of anger. It seemed that the resolution of the rivalry would require a life-and-death duel, which Olegin never wanted to happen.

Rurik was a little annoyed by his cousin's inappropriate performance, but also disgusted with the "Prince" of Melalen, who called himself Karl. If this person really becomes the leader of the alliance, admit him? Pooh! Such an alliance is not worth it.

The scene fell into a speechless embarrassment again, and someone needed to break the deadlock.

Rurik calmed down, he noticed the involuntary trembling of the face muscles of the leader Olekin, and even after the bickering and threats just now, this man's eyes became ambiguous when he opened his eyes.

That being the case, a matter that needs to be solved urgently should be put on the table.

Rurik spoke of Carlotta who was trying his best to remain calm, "Respected leader, can you guess the identity of this girl?"

"She?" Olegin didn't want any woman to participate in any form of meeting between the tribes, but he could see that the girl was cute and lovable, so he smiled, compensating for the tension just now with a smile : "She should be your sister."

"Probably so, but she's not from Ross."

"Who is she?" From the moment Olegin saw Carlotta's look, he decided that this girl was either rich or expensive. The first impression is very important, especially in this era, the more noble people are, the more they need to show their dignity on the bright side, and it is stupid to be low-key on important occasions.

"She's from Ostara," Rurik said calmly.

"What? Ostara?"

"Yes. She is the last descendant of that tribe."

Hearing Rurik's explanation, Olegin opened his mouth involuntarily: "Ah? Is this true? But Ostara was destroyed by the Danes last year."

After Olegin's scar was brutally opened, Carlota's tears were like a fountain, and like two water swords, and soon her tears were crystal clear under the light of the oil lamp. For the leader who met for the first time, Carlotta very much hoped to get the help of this person, but the leader did nothing.

Carl, who had been silent for a while, folded his arms and questioned with disdain: "Is this possible, there are still people from Ostara alive?"

This remark was like a knife stabbing Carlotta's heart. She stared at Carl with tears in her eyes, her face full of grief and anger.

Carl just shrugged, he didn't care about a child's eyes.

Rurik suppressed the atmosphere in his heart and sighed deeply on purpose: "Ostara never perished! Some Ostara people did not die, they fled to Melalen, and they longed for the protection of the leader. But you didn't do it. Some merchants were collecting these fleeing people, and in the end we bought them from the merchants and redeemed them." Speaking of which, Rurik bowed deliberately, posing a humble expression. Gesture: "Great leader, there are many Ostarans or, maybe you should acknowledge them. Also, acknowledge this girl as the leader of Ostara."

The development of things was completely unexpected, and Olegin hesitated while pinching his beard.

At this moment, Carl said flatly: "Father, this girl is too suspicious. You can't agree to this rashly."

Olegin immediately turned his head: "Perhaps, she is indeed the descendant of the chief family of Ostara."

In order to prove her identity, Carlotta, who wiped away her tears suddenly, took out her treasured treasure with a crying voice - the amber that belonged to her and was constantly polished into a ball.

A girl with such rare treasures? Olegin squeezed his chin, trying to recall some of the past.

Carlotta continued to cry, helping the leader to remember; "A long time ago, my grandfather bought three large amber pieces at the Melalen market with a lot of money. They were polished and they were gifts from my grandfather. I have them. a piece of it."

"Ah! That's how it is!" Olegin finally remembered something, and then looked at the rare big amber in the girl's hand, and believed the girl's words.

"Then, Alliance Leader, can you... admit me?" Carlotta said weakly.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Olegin couldn't help feeling pity.

In some matters, Olegin naturally has a violent side, and he will keep enough attention to the noble people.

Naihe's arrogant son Carl spoke in his place again: "Let a girl be the leader of a tribe? Are we going to admit her? It's still too absurd. Does she hold a piece of amber, the authenticity of her identity is certain? Maybe only God can At a glance, it was a Roth performance."

Olegin calmed down again, although his son's frequent interruptions made him annoyed how to get him involved, but his son's words needed to be considered.

After all, it was unprecedented to admit a girl as the leader.

For Carlota, she took the leader's hesitation as an implicit way of refusing to admit that she was the leader.

She could no longer control her emotions, and cried out in a girl's high-pitched voice: "We in Ostara were attacked, we were defeated, our people fled, you will die! You should go to the Danes, to the Gotlanders. Revenge. Are you sure you are not the next to be attacked by them? Those Danes, children and women, will be killed by them, they are a pack of beasts that are more terrible by wolves. You have to watch out for them, not only do not give We helped, and now...and refuse to acknowledge my identity."

For a moment, Olegin felt a chill down his spine. The person who roared at herself was no longer just a girl, as if she represented hundreds of Ostara undead, sending out a soul complaint to herself.

Olegin forced a smile, intending to calm down Carlotta like a child.

"I can admit that Ostara has not perished, and I admit that your people are still living. But your identity... Can't Ostara elect a man to be the leader?"

"This..." Carlotta turned her face to the ground, not wanting to say anything more.

Rurik took her words and asked: "Any ordinary boy who is a cow herder can take over the position of leader, just because he is a boy? Isn't that a mess? The descendant of the chief family of Ostara. She is the only one, and she has a high status. At least...at least Otto, the leader of our Ruth people, admits that she can be the leader of Ostara."

With all that said, Rurik wondered what else could Olegin say?

"Your father? Otto? I haven't seen him for many years, but you haven't been born yet..." Olegin raised his head and thought for a while, and he almost had to admit in public that Carlota was the leader , but his unfortunate son is making trouble again.

"I'm against it!" Karl stepped forward. "It's still ridiculous! At any time, who would approve of a woman as a leader, let alone when she was a child."

Carl again! They are again taking out the so-called traditions. This damn tradition...

In itself, the so-called use of tradition to talk about things, in Olekin's view, should be a kind of talk, the so-called morally high level of letting the opponent submit. But this is supposed to be a way of doing things. Does the tribe need to keep the so-called tradition completely rigid? Is there any benefit to this stalemate?

As the leader of the alliance, Olegin just weighed the pros and cons of acknowledging Carlota's identity.

Obviously, he needs to declare to all his allies that the Ostara tribe has not perished, and even has a leader, although it is a female leader. After all, they didn't all disappear, and the infamy added to the Melalen people should disappear soon.

Carl's ill-timed spoiler really makes him both moody and worried.

The only son seems to have been pampered for a long time. He really has high self-esteem. He obviously has his own set of overconfident ways of dealing with others, but what he lacks most is the experience of dealing with powerful allies, and even the future. As the leader of the alliance, it is a political means to maintain the entire alliance, even if it is nominally stable.

A person who is easy to be selfish, how to deal with scheming.

In short, the son is thirty-one, he should be very mature, but today's performance really broke the old father's heart.

On the other hand, Rurik, a nine-year-old child, had to pay attention to the depth of his government, the decisiveness of his words, and the manners he showed. He could only envy Otto in his heart. After losing two sons unexpectedly, the third son really has a noble soul.

Of course, if Olegin believed in the legendary identity of the "Blessing of Odin" added to Rurik, he would not believe it anyway, and he could not accept that someone in the alliance claimed to be more honorable than himself.