Rise of Rurik Chapter 366

The ten travelers from the Balmerk tribe arrived in Roseburg during the warm summer season, which is already October.

Do you have to walk back to your hometown on the ice and snow in winter?

The leader of the traveler, Mordgen, he smashed his brothers and friends, carried ships over the mountains, and took huge risks to try to trade in fur with the Corvin, and he has made a fortune in his hometown. If it was only the fur trade, this operation really yielded good benefits.

Visiting the homes of the Ross people is really an adventure on the road of travel.

At the beginning, Mudegan was pleasantly surprised by the Ruth's hospitality, and even more shocked at the Ruth's construction of the homeland and the Ruth leader's ambition.

After completing the salt-for-leather trade, because of Rurik's request, their party was allowed to settle in Roseburg as a guest, and the daily living expenses were actually Rurik's own pocket.

They maintained absolute awe at the beginning of the period, knowing that they are in an unknown territory, and for their own benefit, they must be cautious.

However, they do live with the Ross people.

"You are not fundamentally different from us."

There are many large cargo ships in Mödgen and the Russ. Fishing boats frequently enter and exit the fjord. When the sun is shining, the sandy beach will gather a lot of sieve fishermen. The boat builders ding ding dong dong in their small workshops to build ships, and the loggers always carry small trees with their own efforts on the winding roads of settlements...

There are similar scenes in the Balmerk tribe. Everyone has a very similar lifestyle, and there is no communication barrier in the language spoken. The strangeness at the beginning is quickly disappearing.

"Maybe, we have a common ancestor, and our ancestors also went from here to the fjord to the west through the Great Mountain?"

It wasn't until the Ross people began to show some incredible black technologies, especially the casting of molten iron in blast furnaces, mass-produced steel swords, the making of various soaps, and even the manufacture of glassware.

"Ah, we have the same soul, but not really the same. Your way of life is really more wonderful."

Mordecen imagined that if he brought a lot of silver coins, he should buy some rare things in Roseburg. It should be more compact and easy to transport, and its value is much higher than leather. However, he is really poor. The original purpose of coming from the great mountain is to chase wealth.

During his stay in Roseburg, he inquired about the past of many locals, even some ancient legends, and even recent hero stories.

For example, Rurik, who was blessed by Odin, and Arik, who made the Gotland fearful, conquered Otto, the leader of Novgorod in the East.

These three people are real heroes, and because they have had the most contact with Rurik, Mordgen is completely convinced that this child has received the favor of God.

But what about that woman?

The high priest of the tribe, Veria, is said to have lived for eighty years! Some Ross people chewed their tongues, saying that Veria was dead long ago, and now there are others who have been hiding in the priest's house for a long time. In other words, the aging skin is still Veria, and the soul inside is already a Valkyrie.

Ordinary people have no right to enter the long house of the priest. Who knows what is going on inside?

Many people are willing to believe that the gods come to the world, just because everyone hopes to get the blessings of the gods and their lives can be better.

Maybe in September, Modgen should bring his restless brothers back to his hometown with the exchanged leather.

The leader of the Ross people and the huge fleet have not yet come back, and even the familiar Rurik has gone to Mellaren, the core area of ​​their Mind Subtribe Alliance.

"Maybe I need to choose a time to try my luck with the legendary Mälaren tribe. Oh, if I meet other Norwegians there, will they recognize us Balmerks?" A big dream is in Modgen Brewing in his heart, he firmly believes that no one else in the entire tribe can run farther than his own expedition.

If your team can conduct in-depth investigations, then how many treasures you bring back to your hometown becomes secondary. Wouldn't it be a big profit to sell the information of the expedition to the leader?

Mordgen lays his heart. If it snows in October, the team would rather stay in Roseburg and wait until the ice disappears and snow melts next spring to return. He thinks like this, but the brothers don't want to stay in the realm of the Ross people.

After all, they are not Ruths, or even members of the Mind Subtribe Alliance.

Are you going to celebrate Hanukkah in a foreign land? If you can't go back soon, do people in your hometown think that ten of your brothers have died on the other side of the mountain?

If the people in the hometown really feel that way, wouldn't their property be divided among relatives and friends? This is really outrageous.

The other brothers bent their hearts together, saying that after the leader of the Rus came back, it would be best to meet him, and then brave the frost and forcibly return home.

Their waiting was not in vain, no, Rose's chieftain triumphed.

When the Otto fleet sails into the fjord, the sails that are raised are like a cloud of fog pressing on the sea, and the spectacular scene has never been seen before!

Among the many people standing on the beach watching the triumph, Modgen and his party were also present. They witnessed the magnificent fleet and thought that this was the norm for the Ross people, and they couldn't help but admire it even more.

Of course, for ordinary Ross people, they saw the largest and largest tonnage fleet in the history of the tribe.

Finally, they met Otto, a weather-beaten and strong old man. It happened that such an old man actually had a very beautiful and very wise son.

They were received by Otto, and they also got a promise to have an in-depth conversation.

No, the historic and semi-official exchange between the Ross tribe and the Balmerk tribe was finally held in Otto's home!

This is a private meeting, Otto didn't want to make the meeting too grand, he only invited Modgen.

It is early winter, and the time of daylight is rapidly shortening every day. Since the astronomical autumnal equinox has passed, the time of day is much shorter than that of night.

The lives of many Ross people, with the return of the Sorgon fleet and the absolute colder weather, entered the usual winter state. They are not "ice and snow warriors", and they dare not go for the treasures that can only be obtained in winter, such as a large amount of treasured leather. They just want to stay in a warm home like rabbits, relying on stored food to survive until the ice melts and the snow melts.

The cold cannot destroy Otto's will, and he feels that there is still a lot of work to be done.

Go to the Oulu River in the east to collect the squirrel leather from the Corvin, and go to the northern Fort Elon to collect the ironware provided by the Iron Squirrel Tribe. Next, after Hanukkah is over, we will organize hunting teams to collect leather from unknown sources.

Since the Balmerks are like people who suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​ice, separated by a long space, there is definitely no reason for the two sides to be hostile. Then, the two sides have to establish a transaction and have to be big.

In this regard, before the meeting, Otto had already made a brazen decision.

The charcoal blocks of the fireplace were slowly burning, the thick wooden doors were closed, and the warm living room of the leader's house, relying on the wooden chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminated the whole house with the light of the bronze oil lamp matrix.

Rurik and Otto are here, and the father and son want to befriend Modgen.

After some courtesy politeness, Otto basically learned the general situation of the Balmerk tribe.

"A huge tribe with a population of 20,000? And everyone speaks the same language as us, are they equivalent to the second Mellaren? A good relationship must be established with them!" Otto was taken aback. Fortunately, the astonishment was limited to the heart, his face was still calm with a little bit of joy.

After listening to Mordgen's endless introduction, Otto laughed a lot: "What a powerful tribe! I don't know you."

"Greatness is the leader, now you know us. You are the masters of the Kewen people, then we have a reason to trade with you."

"Deal? Good! What my son and I want is a deal!" Otto straightened his back and asked knowingly, "Let's talk, what kind of goods can you provide? I want to listen to your list."

"This..." Has the topic suddenly become a pure business negotiation? Mudegan was a little excited, but then he thought about it, and worried that this was the temptation of the Ross people.

Yes, the Ross people have used "magic magic" to make iron tools at an incredible speed. What are the things of their Balmerk tribe that can really attract the Ross people?

He calculated: "There is salt, salted fish, turpentine, and..."

There is nothing special about the items listed.

"Is there nothing we don't have?" Otto deliberately put on a look of disdain, hoping to force out what might be hidden in Mordgen's heart.

"Ah! Chief, don't you like these? But Rurik, he said our salt is very good."

Originally, Dad met with the identity of the leader of Ross and reached some mutually beneficial agreements with these travelers. I discussed with my father in advance, the two of them were willing to make a friend from afar.

Rurik coughed twice: "Your salt is indeed very good, but who in this world knows how to cook salt? Poor quality salt is not a big problem for patience. I hope you can understand, Modgen, we treat you as a business The guests have supported them so far, not listening to you. Tell me, what other treasures do you have? We intend to trade."

"Ah, we still have some iron ore, and we are also smelting iron, although the quality is not as good as yours."

"Anything else?" Otto continued.

"And...and..."

Being stared at by two distinguished people, Modgen was really uncomfortable.

He thought hard in his panic, and suddenly had an idea!

"Where are slaves? I see you are gathering many foreigners. Maybe you need slaves very much."

"Do you have any slaves?" Otto became interested slightly.

"Yes! Of course there is! It's... in the farther west, that big island." Mordgen tried to recall the news about Britain he had learned from the adventurer who had returned to his hometown, and the news reached his ears. Of course it's adding fuel and vinegar. Now in order to demonstrate the strength of the Balmerks, Mordgen deliberately said: "There are many Britons on that British Isle. They are rich but weak. If you need slaves, I can tell our leader about this when I return. The Balmerks dared to sail the western seas. We caught a group of Britons and sold them all to you, how about?"

Hear, Otto thought it was feasible without even thinking about it.

Although Rurik sounds a little awkward, this is the current state of affairs in Northern Europe, Western Europe, and even Europe as a whole. Any kingdom, tribe, or tribe. They are all trying to use violent means to plunder the population of other ethnic groups, expand their own productivity and maintain and expand their power.

As Rurik knew, the kingdoms of Britain in this time and space were still in a melee, and there were still many tribes in Scotland and Wales who had drifted away from European civilization. Taking people from a kingdom of scattered sand, as the master of Narvik Port, the Balmerks, why not do it?

In fact, Otto still liked the good salt they made very much. It was also because the five Briton slaves who served in the house were really serious at work. This made Otto treat all the Briton slaves. All have a good impression.

Otto closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then opened his eyes and suddenly said, "Mordgan, I think now that you should understand my attitude. I am willing to have close contacts with you. If our business cooperation can continue, I even hope to form an alliance with you."

"Ah?! Alliance?!" Modgen never thought of this level from beginning to end. He was flattered: "Boss, I'm just an ordinary traveler. My brother and I are ordinary people in our hometown. We don't have the authority to represent Barr. The leader of Merck,"

"Of course I know! You are just ordinary people? But have you ever thought that if you can sit in front of me, you get Odin's guidance? My Rurik is sitting here. In this way, you Is it really ordinary?"

A compliment from the leader of Rose made Mordgen excited, and he also estimated the intention behind Otto's beautiful words.

Mordgen asked respectfully: "Big Chief, what can I do for you? Only in the years to come, deliver the good salt and Briton slaves you like?"

"Of course not! I want to let your leader know that there are our Ross people on the other side of the mountain. We are willing to be friends with you, provided that you can bring us useful goods."

"Oh, these words I will tell my leader exactly. If you don't mind the leader, I will tell my people what I saw in Roseburg. If the leader welcomes all Balmerk traveling merchants, I think we can all get a lot of benefits."

The words of Modgen are what Otto and Liurik want to hear the most.

"I welcome you to do business! But you should also understand that when we do business here, we have to pay a certain tax."

Maude nodded deeply: "I will tell my people about this matter."

"Very good~www.mtlnovel.com~ So when do you leave?"

"If I can, I hope I will leave in the next few days."

Modgen and his party should have returned long ago, and Otto had no intention of keeping these Balmerks after learning the news provided by his son. If the journey home is bound to travel through ice and snow, true warriors must be able to overcome these. If the Balmerk travellers can't overcome even this trouble, the two sides will stop doing business in the future.

They are leaving in the past few days, but are working as messengers. Ottoben deliberately sends them a ride to help them return to their hometown sooner.

Now that I think about it, due to the collection of taxes on leather and ironware, my own sailing of Sogong is not completely over, and there is one final finishing touch to be done.

"Then make an appointment! Three days later, I will organize a fleet and continue to collect the final tribute. You ten and your boat, I will take all of them. When we arrive at Fort Elon in the north, You start to finish the last journey."

Favor, really a favor.

"Oh! Thank you so much for your hospitality. I will call the brothers, let them prepare..."

Chapter end