Rise of Rurik Chapter 229

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

A saber inlaid with gems hung on his waist, and a long sword, which carried it on his back.

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

Carrying the sword alone, Rurik felt like a leader.

The fish market this morning is more lively than ever. Those who fished for fish at night have already encountered a group of merchant ships arriving early. They learned that the large fleet was only resting on the beach, and soon the fleet entered the port.

The Ross people, who had received the news in advance, had already gathered at the beach, waiting for guests from afar with coins.

Here, Rurik prepared the most wealth!

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

After greeting the high priest Veria, he opened the key to the room and confirmed the huge wealth he controlled.

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

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

"Yes...this is yours..."

"It's my money vault, and it's also the money vault of our Rus people." Unlike the surprised Fisk and Kanuf, Lurik didn't change his face. "I just count. Do you envy you? Listen, your poverty is only temporary. Follow me and you two will be rich someday. Come with me now and take you to a luxury guy."

If you talk about luxury, Rurik's outfit is extremely extravagant. He dressed himself as a pretty little boy, and the sword he carried on his back proved his noble identity.

Ordinary people of the tribe, when they see such a figure, most of them stay away because of awe and avoidance.

There are also many people who have been receiving the blessings of Rurik and have lived a life without worrying about starving to death. Such a person stood obediently, smiled and bowed slightly to Rurik.

Even though Gould once left Roseburg, this person still left a group of mercenaries and maids to take care of the operation of his house. Since it is necessary to move this year, there has been a lot of construction work near Gould's house.

It's just that Gould's actions are very different from some Roth families.

The leader's new home is about to be completed, and ordinary people regard the leader's house as a benchmark. Blocks of woodcarvings with wooden floors are being constructed in an orderly manner. Gould is still building traditional wooden longhouses here.

The chubby Snoreva knew his responsibilities, his father would eventually grow old, and the burden of the family would be borne by him. He was fortunate that his meeting with the leader of Rose was very successful, at least he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

It was Chief Ross, who looked a little strange as a man, as if... drunk. Looking back on the situation carefully, the air was indeed filled with the aroma of wine. All of this probably came from the crystal bottle in the hands of the leader?

A mercenary hurried into the mansion.

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

"The leader's son? Reurik?" Snoreva had planned to wait for the leader of Ross, or wait a while for himself to go to the beach to wait for his father's fleet. Unexpectedly, the leader's son, whom he should have visited in person, visited in person. "Quick! Let him in."

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

Rurik entered the room, and he even appeared proud, or in other words, his small body was very heroic.

At this moment, Snoreva leaned against a chestless chair with no legs, facing a table with cold meat, dried plums, and ale on it. He was in a good mood, but seeing that the people who came were actually three children, Snoreva felt a little mischievous.

"Why? What about your leader? Who among you is Rurik?"

Why is this fat man a little frivolous? Is this person always like this?

Rurik said with a wooden face: "I am Rurik, the son of Chief Ross, the future legal leader. I know you, you are Snoreva, the eldest son of Gould."

Snoreva's eyes lit up: "Oh? You know me too? Ah, I don't think you are really a child. Oh, I'm sorry, if your leader comes in person, I will be very happy."

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

Snoreva picked up his exquisite crystal glass, took a sip of the ale, and giggled: "Are you still here to negotiate business with me? I have heard many of your legends. It is said that you are a **** Blessed child, now it seems...oh, not bad."

"What? Not bad?!"

"Oh, since you are here, sit down first, and I'm going to the pier in a while."

Rurik nodded, and then calmly untied the hemp rope tied to his body. He held up his father's sword, suddenly pulled out the wooden scabbard, and slammed the sword into the sand in the long house: "You know Get this thing?!"

"This..." Snoreva was startled.

But the mercenaries were like that, so someone approached Snoreval's ear and muttered: "My lord, maybe you really shouldn't neglect him, even a child. Those legends are true, and this sword is also the leader's sword. Maybe, the true leader of the Ross people is this child. The leader may have been handed over in secret."

The mercenary's words made Snoreva feel ridiculous, but after another thought, Carlotta, who was rescued by his father, had become the leader of Ostara.

What miracle can't happen in this world?

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

Snoreva was taken aback when a child made a show for himself.

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

Do not! That child is not the sponsor, it must be the mercenaries who knelt down after feeling the coercion.

This action made the troubled Snoreva embarrassed.

In fact, Rurik himself was a bit shy, indeed, the comparison between his small body and the long sword of "Destroyer" always seemed very contradictory. Besides, I am wearing a set of expensive outfits today, and I am more like a businessman's child.

Seeing the other party hesitate, Rurik held the hilt of the great sword with both hands: "Your family has moved to the territory of the Rus people. According to our agreement, your safety should be my blessing, so immediately kneel down! Norieva, I bought all the goods your father shipped right away. Your negligence makes me angry."

"Oh! No!" Only when the question of money was mentioned, Snoreva panicked completely.

If there is a father, there must be a son? Not really. Snoreva and Gould have different temperaments.

Snoreva had different prejudices against the leaders of the various tribes of the alliance. The leader of the hometown is a big landlord who squeezes the poor. The leader of Mellaren is very greedy and hypocritical. Leader Ross seems to have always decided to stay in the north. Now there is a little girl who has become the leader of Ostara.

Snoreva prefers to do business freely, but Gould, this old guy wandering in the control area of ​​the entire alliance, really knows that he needs the blessing of the powerful.

Snoreva naturally has a contemptuous attitude towards the leaders of all colors, and now that the leader of the Rus has sent his son, Snoreva has deliberately neglected.

However, money is money.

The fat man got up immediately, he really knew what Rurik's attitude meant. The family, because of the deal with the leader of Ross, immediately made an unprecedented fortune.

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

"Get up," Rurik said calmly.

Only then did Snoreva get up, then moved closer to Rurik, clasped his hands, and made the fat on his face tremble with a flattering smile.

"I'm here to discuss business with you on behalf of the leader. I'm actually very familiar here." After looking left and right again, Rurik looked at Snoreva with his eyes shining: "The money is ready. When I see the goods I want, the wealth will be brought to your family's residence for the first time. I advise you that you should kneel more when you see me in the future, and don't lie down like a tortoise or kneel on one knee like a warrior. The ground is fine. You must remember that our powerful Roths did not protect you merchants for no reason, nor did they give you the Gould family preferential treatment for no reason."

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

This Snoreva is good, like a "tool man of capital", as long as he can make money, he can't help but knelt down and lick the boots of the buyer.

If this is the best, such a "capital instrument man" can develop into a Russian instrument man.

"I'll just sit down, and I will mainly meet you on this trip. You, prepare some food for my brothers."

"Yes." Snoreva nodded as if pounding garlic, then immediately greeted the servant.

It can be said that, in Kanuf and Fisk's eyes, his boss made a well-dressed businessman lie on the ground in just a few words.

What a feat of a king!

The son of the leader who holds the sword of the leader, the valiant appearance of Rurik gave Fisk a shock that has surpassed the huge wealth that he had seen before.

After some rest, Rurik's stomach was filled with a lot of meat.

Taking advantage of the meal, Rurik's eyes fixed on the glass cup that Snoreva was playing with. After a closer look, he really wanted to laugh.

"Isn't this broken glass made by me? How come I was made a treasure by this Snoreva? It's ridiculous. No! Those merchants took my glass to the south. It's them! Unexpectedly, it was bought by Gould? It is possible that the fat man likes to collect some strange treasures."

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

Because those merchants who transport glassware won't lose money, since Gould thinks glassware is a rare treasure? Okay! There are hundreds of glass bottles filled with spirits behind!

It doesn't make sense to stay idle.

Rurik got up with the two guys. The three of them ate a free meal at Gould's mansion, but the host Snoreva was about to lift his belly and dance.

The beach was already crowded with people, and Lurik smoothly took over with Harrodsson at the agreed place.

After seeing the leader's sword, Haro Zossen was taken aback.

"Ruriek! Didn't the leader come?"

"Yes. Today, I assume the responsibility of the leader."

Hearing it, Harozuosen was surprised again, but after thinking about it, he still felt a little bit relieved. He said faintly: "I think, this is actually your father's trial of you. In the future, you will be our leader." He said this, and his heart was refreshed, because his son Kanuf has already Become a close follower of the future leader. Even the "leadership trial" did not forget to bring it.

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

"Okay." Haro Zuosen held his chest with his right hand and bowed slightly: "The big boss, everything is up to you."

leader? Rurik smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Okay, I am the leader. I should also behave and let you know my abilities."

Today, the people of the Rus tribe are all dressed up, which is their best clothing.

The ones that can be worn here are snow-white, without exception, they are not rich, but there are very few such people.

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

To match his dazzling eyes, there are also his mother who has been late, and the maid maid who wears huge silver jewelry, Lu Mia. The arrival of the two women could not hide Rurik's beauty in the slightest.

It can even be said that before Rurik grows his beard, he can rely on his clothes today and pretend to be a girl.

The noon sun illuminates the world transparently, and the warm south wind rushes into the fjord, making people feel more comfortable.

Not far away, a large fleet is coming!

They came in abundance, and their sails were shining brightly in the sun.

People on the shore have been looking forward to it for a long time, and even people have prepared a large number of beaches for the upload.

It is best for the transport ship of the Ross people to find a real wharf, leaning against the landing stage. Gould himself had no worries about docking. After operating in Roseburg for so many years, he naturally built a reliable dock.

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

Gould really moved most of his belongings, knowing Anklas, to Rose.

After the long voyage, this old fat man has been in bad spirits, but he is finally about to reach his destination, and his spirit suddenly rises.

"Sister, the shore is the territory of the Ross people? It's really a settlement built in the fjord." While Ella was relieved, she was also very in awe, because only from her eyes, Ross could tell. People's homes are really large.

Different from the Melaren tribe, Melaren was built on the riverside plain, and they can certainly blossom everywhere without any restraint. Although the troubled Melaren has a large population, their residences appear to be quite scattered.

The Ross people are the opposite! Roseburg was built on the gentle slopes of the mountains, but this place is a natural harbor, so it is crowded with people.

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

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

"My lord, our people will live here?" Carlotta asked Gould tentatively, with more respectful words.

"It depends on the attitude of the leaders of the Russ. From what I know about them, not only can you settle down, but your life will quickly restore peace."

Carlotta smiled relievedly.

After experiencing a great war, she was deeply aware of the value of peace for the rest of her life. The adventure in Mellaren also made her realize that there are kind people, provided that they are real foreseeing, not hypocrites.

After a while, Gould stood on the bow, facing all the oarsmen of his flagship: "Brothers. Run to our own wharf and lead everyone to be careful not to break the plank of the plank..."

He shouted loudly, personally directing the steering of the flagship.

Gould's fleet began to exercise as a whole, and other small caravans went straight to the beach cleaned by the Ross.

As usual, there is a tacit understanding between the migratory bird-like merchants and the Ross people. There are some beach areas where the Ross people will not stop their boats. All because of tacit understanding, those areas are reserved for merchants to anchor their ships. The so-called ships will continue to be pulled to the sandy beaches as long as they flush the beach. In 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 must do so, provided that he removes all the cargo.

However, the situation was beyond Gould's imagination.

He originally intended to take the wheat transport ship to the trestle first, so that he could immediately hire the Ross brawny who were waiting for work on the shore and hire them to move the goods away.

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

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

Rurik also noticed Snoreva's sudden pale face. He asked, "What's wrong with you? It seems that your fleet hasn't encountered any major problems."

"Damn it! I wondered when I saw this trestle bridge. It's too brittle. I really don't understand why my father didn't repair it properly. Now we can build new ones." Snoreva suggested: "My leader , Let's go over there now."

"Alright. I want to see Gould the first time."

Rurik was very happy that Snoreva called himself "the leader", and it seemed that this guy was also in the play.

A large sword was still leaning on his back, and the huge ruby ​​on the hilt was particularly conspicuous. Also agreeing to be conspicuous was Rurik's white furry dress.

It is very interesting. After all, the most precious fur in the Nordic region is basically ferret. In the era when there was no artificial breeding, hunting ferrets started a technical job. In addition, ferrets would only grow white fur in winter, which made it more difficult to capture.

The wealthy people use ferrets to decorate themselves, and the bigger reason is its preciousness.

In the face of the predicament, Gould, in addition to secretly cursing a scalping, had to organize the fleet to turn slightly and do the traditional beach washing operations. Although this is more damage to the keel of the ship, it is better than a fleet of ships relying on the surface of the sea and being unable to make a shore.

The heavy ship went straight to the beach, where the sand and rocks will surely ease the impact of the ship.

Gould just grabbed the wooden stick tied with the rope on the bow, and his eyes were impressive to see a white boy on the shore.

Is it a child? !

He fixed his eyes to see, and suddenly the flowers bloomed: "It's Rurik! It seems that Chief Ross is also here. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

However, Otto did not come.

Even Otto stayed in his parent's room and fell asleep, dreaming about Valhalla in his mind. The reality is that the family has all gone to the beach, and almost all the old guys have gone, and even their own sabers have been handed over to his son for temporary safekeeping.

In a sense, Otto has been left behind for a short time, becoming a real lonely man.

But everything doesn't matter. He feels that his beloved Ross tribe has finally found the most perfect new accommodation, and he doesn't have much to worry about. Therefore, he once hated being drunk, but now he himself has gradually begun to indulge in pleasure.

He is the chief, and currently only Rurik dares to criticize him.

Gould really wants to have a good chat with Otto after landing, especially to negotiate the purchase of goods. After all, there are too many goods, and Gould doesn't have so much confidence in Rurik. If Rurik's price is too high, it is of course okay to reduce the price, but Gould feels that he still has to personally talk with the big boss Austria. Have a good chat.

The results of it? Gould was destined to miscalculate, but he definitely did not lose.

Chapter end