Rise of Rurik Chapter 1135

A young man with a stern face was Lombard of Polotsk, a native who had been proposed by the conquerors as the new leader of Polotsk.

It was his dream to be the leader, but it was too dark and humorous to accomplish his dream in this way.

Looking at the backs of the Ross cavalry, he was really resentful. However, the strength of his own clan is not good, even if he counterattacks, there is no chance.

The Polotsk clan was stuck in an extremely awkward location.

In the north and east, there are Rusian forces everywhere, and they are too strong.

In the south, the not-too-distant Kyiv communities had long since allied themselves with the Rus, who were present in the attacking army.

In the west, those Latvians also allied themselves with Ross, and the locals even sent messengers to follow the cavalry.

General Ross bald Fisk killed all the way to Riga, the horse team rushed back with a batch of supplies, and returned to Lukiholm abruptly in the bad cold snap.

A great city rises at the bend of the river, and so does Lukiholm.

Rather than developing farmland, the Ostarans who built this place focused on livestock. The large area of ​​meadows that cannot be covered by the forest is a good place to raise cattle and sheep, but it is cold today, and the livestock brought in have rushed to shed.

What can be seen to the naked eye is a large number of haystacks on the flat ground, which are winter reserves for livestock, and solid granaries for people's food.

Many young people of Slavic ethnicity who were ordered to migrate were ordered to make Lukiholm their permanent settlement. They were both pioneers and warriors. This was a strong armed colonization. Before the strong enemy, the city stood in the cold wind, still a peaceful place.

The cavalry army that returned was staggering. Obviously, due to the large number of people in peculiar costumes, the large number of horses were just for the transportation of goods. The huge horse team proved that it contained a seriously outdated southern caravan.

Since it was a business group from Pecheneg and Kyiv, Grand Duchess Ostara, who was guarding the city and insisted on building it, set up a banquet to entertain her friends.

She would like to get to know Quetzal, sister of Bejahir's clan, and Wadislav, the son of Sakyin, who was the speaker of Kyiv.

The other two uninvited guests who were forcibly dragged to the banquet by Fisk aroused her strong suspicion.

The banquet of roast lamb as the main course was accompanied by bread and grilled perch. She wanted to eat it according to the Viking style. When the banquet opened, everyone cut the meat with a knife.

Today's Carlotta has a golden ponytail similar to Rurik, hanging on the back of her head like a real ponytail, her hair is decorated with amber and gems, and a huge amber pendant from her collection hangs on her chest.

She was dressed in a sheepskin robe, which was long enough to cover her calf and never perfectly concealed her ailment, a jewel-encrusted belt girded at her waist, with assorted ornaments hanging from the belt, and a long sword.

Such a robe made her look very neat. Her eyes were bright, and her keen eyes scrutinized everyone in the meeting.

She already knew a thing or two about her close comrade-in-arms Fisk's chance to go on an unexpected expedition. She looked at him with a smile, and couldn't help but praise him politely.

"I can't believe that you made it all the way to a magical place. You really made it to the right West Dvina, and Rurik is right, you actually hit Latvia."

Fisk shrugged, and his eyes could not help but catch a middle-aged man beside him.

This detail was also discovered by Carlotta. I saw that the man was dressed properly from the north, whether it was a Dane or a Swede, although it was unknown, he must have understood the Norse language. Let's not talk about this person.

"We did hit Latvia and even met in Speuth."

"Ah?! That old man, he's not..." Carlotta covered her mouth in surprise.

"Looks like you've guessed it. Our king is indeed helped by God, and his map is completely correct. The brothers have arrived in the Gulf of Riga, and the tribes they pass through will not dare to surrender. Our power has expanded southward, and our achievements..." Fisk calmed down and said, "I'm afraid it's similar to what we did in Gotaland last year!"

This matter must be discussed in detail. Carlotta does not know the details of the south. The expansion of the south is a good thing. How much expansion has been brought, and how much benefit has been brought, I am afraid that it will be discussed for many days in a row.

"Sit down, everyone. And the two of you, Brother Quetzal, Brother Wladyslav, we are an unbreakable alliance, and we must have a drunken rest today."

Carlota's boldness gives people the feeling of a man. She does have a square face. If she is a man, she must be a daunting war chief.

She has a strong self-confidence, and this self-confidence comes from having a strong army and her son Carl, who thrives by her side.

"So, the other two, who are you?!" She finally heard the news.

Let's look at the Riga messenger, this middle-aged man dressed as a Nordic warrior straightened his chest and saluted a little girl. He couldn't hold back his face, although his attitude was very peaceful.

"I'm the head of the Danish community in Riga, and I'm Stekander. I hear you're the Duke of Ostara in Ross? I've heard the name Ostara."

"Oh? Why did you hear that?" Carlotta's eyes trembled deeply.

"You're from Sweden, aren't you?! Your tribe is in the south, and long ago, the great king of Havgen killed you all. It's been known to everyone. We don't like that arrogant one. Guys, a lot of people immigrated to Riga. If your cavalry hadn't arrived in Riga, we immigrant Danes wouldn't have known that you still exist in Ostara."

She sank her face: "It was a long time ago. All my enemies are dead, and I don't want to go back to that sad fjord. It's true that many of us died, but..." She recalled looking west with emotion, With a deep sigh, "You see, we have been revived."

"Indeed, I saw your revival. Vitebsk, and this Lukiholm. You merged with the Rus. It's amazing how the fur-selling Rus grew and eventually became the lords of the north. Take it with common sense, unless your High King is protected by Odin. Apparently it is true! We Danes in Riga will not go back to Jutland, we want the recognition of King Rus."

"It's a good thing, the king will be satisfied." After a few words, she looked at another younger man.

"Who is he? Brown hair, not like us," she asked Fisk.

"This..." The bald general smiled slightly. "You talk to him in Slavic. He's from Polotsk."

Polotsk? The term Carlotta is very familiar.

She had long known from small talk with Rurik that this force existed in Eastern Europe.

Rurik's understanding of the Eastern European world, at the beginning of the period, was all about the geopolitical pattern after a thousand years, but the overall layout of Eastern Europe has also lacked great changes over the past thousand years. The geographical locations and nouns of some settlements are as firm as they are frozen by permafrost. constant.

The concept of Polotsk was extremely important to Rus, and Carlota was puzzled at the beginning, what was meant by "they must be included in Rus' rule".

Now, not only has Polotsk been found, but the entire tribe has been conquered like a storm.

No, this Lambard, named after the leopard, was going to surrender to King Ross himself, and brought the mottled leopard skin as a special tribute.

Different from Riga's submission to the situation, Polotsk had to submit after the struggle and defeat.

Looking at this Lambard's eyes, Carlotta had murderous intentions.

She remained calm, with a smile on the surface in a false and condescending manner.

"Well, surrendering Ross is the most correct choice for you. According to Ross's habit, your resistance will suffer from the scourge of genocide, but if you surrender at a critical time, this sin should be forgiven. I am the Duke of Ostara, I It's the wife of King Ross, and I'll give you tonight's food."

What else can Lombard say? This blond woman speaks Slavic and has a friendly attitude, so it should be... no problem.

He sat down, still a little uneasy.

Ale brings joy to boring life, especially in cold times, good wine gives warmth.

Logistical ships drifting on the Lovady River continue to bring supplies to Lukiholm, including ale in oak barrels and even expensive vodka. The latter is the base wine that has been distilled many times. After several processings, methanol has become a "theoretical existence". It is almost pure alcohol. Carlotta uses it to increase the degree of ordinary ale, and then add some honey to improve the taste. This move is exactly the same as the routine of the Novgorod Tavern.

This time, Carlota drank with them like a man, using a knife as a tableware to cut meat and eat, and the crystal clear glass was filled with brewed high-altitude ale toast.

The glass is amazing. The Dane Stkander can't help but use a "crystal glass". He cares more about the fine wine in the glass, and then matches it with barbecued meat. Know how to enjoy.

That's it, the honorable Duchess is still calling: "I have just started construction here, and many good things cannot be shipped temporarily. Please forgive me for the poor reception."

Carlotta has never been an alcoholic. He said that he was drunk and rested. When it comes to the banquet, the wine is just a spice to the fun.

Taking the opportunity, she learned more details.

The messenger who had previously returned from the Vitebsk fort explained the new situation in Polotsk, when she was already suspicious of Fisk's special arrangements.

Now I finally looked at the great nobles of Polotsk, and during the conversation, I learned that the leader of the local main war faction was this man named Lambard.

Incredible! Incredible! Why do I think this man is a conspirator?

No, Carlotta thought of a bad move, and sent his subordinates to bring three bottles of vodka directly.

The "wine" was packaged in an exquisite glass bottle, and as she ordered, the serving waiter placed it directly in front of Lambard's table.

"My lord, what do you mean? All the wines are for me?" Lambard, who was already slightly drunk, was flattered. He looked at the crystal clear bottles in front of him. They were sealed with wooden stoppers, and there was actually a nectar and jade liquid inside.

With a smile on his face, Carlotta raised his neck vigorously, and held a glass of ale in his hand to toast: "My friend, how can I believe that you are sincere?"

"This..." Rambad, who scratched his face, seemed to understand something, and then said: "I have already contributed a lot of food to you, and I will pay tribute in the next five years. Polotsk is completely open to you, your ships and cavalry can Walk free. We'll even fight for you, doesn't that prove it?"

"Of course! You Polotsks are submissive, how about you? Are you going to be Polotsk's upstart, worthy of your brothers' belief? I... have some doubts about you." Lotta threw a malicious smile.

Like some kind of aggression, Lambard suddenly realized: "Ah? Do I have to swear to prove it? This wine..."

"Yes. You! Take a good look at the crystal bottle in front of you. This is the holy wine that our King Ross asked for from the gods. I'll give you three bottles, because we can look down on you. I heard that men are very good at drinking, how are you? Can you afford these three bottles of holy wine?"

"You... let me drink it?"

"Exactly! You are not from Varyag. If you want to be friends with us, you drink this holy wine, so that King Russ can look up to you. As long as you drink it, the gods of Varyag will also think that you are a real man. Three beautiful bottles are also yours."

"There is such a good thing?!"

Lambard originally hoped that the Varangians would not discriminate against the submissive Polotsk people in the future. He felt that the female nobles gave an opportunity that must be seized.

Three corks were opened, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

It was not an ordinary wine aroma, but a pungent alcohol smell. The smell was extremely strong and it was absolutely impossible for everyone to smell it on weekdays.

Carlotta's remarks were very interesting. Although Fisk felt that it was not worthy to let this kid drink three bottles of vodka that weighed a pound and a half, since Carlotta paid for it.

But seeing Lambard fiercely raise a bottle and pour it into his mouth, the bursting taste made him spit out the wine in an instant.

Looking at Carlotta again, he slapped the eucalyptus: "What are you doing?! Polotsk people?! Spit up holy wine, are you insulting us?"

This wine sucks! Lambard looked pale, coughed and staggered to indicate that he could continue drinking.

Fisk had a smile on his face, and motioned Carlotta to sit down: "Why are you angry, this kid has been a savage, wild boars can't eat bread, and it's normal that they can't stand enjoying good things suddenly."

Carlotta, who was staring at him, sat down and watched with joy in his heart that the boy Lambard endured extreme discomfort and drank the rest of the wine.

"Ah, it's not too bad. Come on!" Carlotta called the waiter again: "Another bottle of vodka."

"Still... come?" Lambard, who had already covered his throat, felt a raging fire burning in his stomach, and his voice was hoarse and silent.

"The first bottle you vomit doesn't count. Keep drinking! If you don't drink it, you look down on me, and you look down on King Ross."

Lambard's bad appearance caused laughter from the audience, and everyone laughed one after another, forcing Lambard to drink a fourth bottle.

"So... I am recognized by you... the gods of your Varangians... recognized by King Ross." Then, covering his throat, he had difficulty speaking, and after a while, he passed out.

All this is in Carlota's control, and the others just think that this Polotsk noble is just drunk.

Carlotta's goal has been achieved, she does not regret her methods, and even thinks that although her methods are despicable, they are also to remove hidden dangers for her men. This idea is one, and the other is that Polotsk is too close to his Vitebsk after all.

The seriously intoxicated Lambard has been broken. The capacity of a bottle of vodka is close to 300 ml. The important thing he drank is more than the equivalent of one liter of pure alcohol.

Fisk at the banquet did not understand that the brewery in Novgorod was doing new tricks. The alcohol content of vodka was distilled to close to 100°. You can drink it anywhere with water.

But this kind of thing that can no longer be called wine, people will die if they drink too much, let alone such a huge amount. As for how Carlotta knew about this? When the city was built, she gave a bottle of basic wine to her subordinates who worked hard. She originally asked all the brothers in that group to drink it together, but the leader himself greedy. Someone secretly complained to Carlotta. When she was angrily punishing the criminal, she found that the young man vomited blood and died, and there was only a small amount of wine left in the bottle.

Problems with wine? There is indeed a problem. This is stronger than the previous vodka? After questioning the shipper, she learned the truth—the wine was distilled to its limit.

And people who were holding their breath began to spread a saying: those who embezzle the reward will be killed by God.

Maybe the truth is this? Carlotta is willing to accept this statement because it unites everyone.

Fisk thought it was a highly spirited drink, but he didn't know it was a highly poisonous thing.

Lambard was carried away that night, his stomach pierced and his pancreas ruptured.

The next morning, when other people who had been drinking had returned to normal, they found that Lambard was dead, and his death was extremely distorted.

Fisk, who was stunned, didn't know what was going on. Lambard, who was already stiff, covered his stomach in a twisted way. There was black blood around the bed, and even more so in his mouth. The opened eyes turned red, and the terrifying face seemed to be cursed by the evil god.

The corpse was pulled outdoors, and when Fisk and others surrounded the corpse, they were terrified, but Carlotta was escorted by the entourage with a peaceful face.

"What's the situation, he... actually died so tragically?"

"You?" Carlotta took off her velvet cap and raised her head, Fisk, who was unexpectedly numb, was still scared.

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"What are you afraid of?"

"This man. Dead?! Too bad, it looks like it was killed by a god."

"Hey." Carlotta, who seemed to know everything, nodded helplessly, facing the onlookers, including Wladyslav and Quetzal: "Have you seen it? I said it, this is King Ross from God. Got the holy wine. Remember that he spit the holy wine yesterday, it's blasphemy! That's what Odin's punishment is."

"It's still like this?" Fisk had never heard of such a thing.

"Unfortunately, he died. It's fate, just bury him there."

Soon, the hideous body was pulled away, and Carlotta also called the confused Fisk to the secluded room for a secret conversation.

Fisk is not a big fool. He realized a possibility, and before Carlota could speak, he asked, "Actually, it's your conspiracy."

"Oh? You already realized that?" Carlotta asked back with a sullen face.

"You are poisoned in wine."

"No. The wine was purchased at the same time, which cost me a lot of money. You and I both drank it, but..."

"Just how?"

"This kind of spirit is unusual. It is a brand new vodka. If you drink it from the bottle, the strongman can only drink one bottle. Anyone who drinks two bottles will surely die."

"Unbelievable! Incredible! You! You murdered him! You! Hey!" Fisk slapped his thigh in anger.

Carlotta still did not change his face: "Rurik is my man, and I want to think about him. If it is me who is fighting south, then the nobles of Polotsk will not be left behind. What are you doing? My brother, You who killed the enemy like Ma are actually kind at this moment?"

"We've made a deal, and they've surrendered. You . . . shouldn't have murdered."

"So, how did Hafgen die. If you want to kill, you have to kill them all. He let my sister and I flee, and two years later, it will be his doom. I have no ill will against the Polotsk people, but this Lamba who is the main battle. De has to die."

"Okay, okay, I can't tell you." After all, Fisk and Rurik had a certain blood relationship, so he and Carlota were also relatives to a certain extent, so there was no need to quarrel between the same clan.

Moreover, what Carlotta said had her logic.

Fisk had to shrug his shoulders: "No one looked down on that Lombard at first, even if he doesn't die today, he will be killed in a few years. I'm just worried that killing him in advance will cause trouble in Polotsk, I hope it can be more Steady control there."

"Do you really think so? It's done anyway." The excited Carlotta felt relieved, "It's better to do it now than to do it in a few years. I've already done it anyway, if Rurik is not happy with me, he will be with him. Theory. I'm sure he'll support me, the Polotsks aren't a big power anyway."

"That's it~www.mtlnovel.com~ What to do after that? Have you thought about it?"

"I have figured it out. Lambard died suddenly, everything is fate, so tell the Polotsk people. Next year, my army will go directly to the local area, and I will directly manage it. Let Polotsk be completely my Austrian. The jurisdiction of the Duchy of Stara, this is the power given to me by Rurik."

"Alright." Fisk shrugged and said silently, "It would be nice if you were a man. Fortunately, you are a woman, otherwise..."

"Or what? I heard it all."

"You are like a cruel she-bear on the outside, but gentle as a lamb in Rurik's arms. Fortunately, you are not a man, otherwise you would have died. Oh, I'm sorry for being heavy."

"I understand." Carlotta glared at him and said: "It is because I am his woman that I dare."

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