Rise of Rurik Chapter 483

During dinner that night, Rurik shared his gems with his family.

The beautiful sky blue gemstone is simply the only blue mineral pigment. It can be ground into a powder and mounted on various metal utensils! It also includes melting into molten glass to create sky-blue lenses.

Otto's thoughts about Denmark are very simple and straightforward. “Kill the Danish enemy encountered” is just a casual remark. He is full of his mind to let his hunter army have a pair of sunglasses to protect their eyes, let's talk about it. The image of Rurik wearing sunglasses gave him a huge touch. It was a handsomeness that could not be explained in words, and it also showed the unfathomable heart and wisdom of the wearer.

The appearance of lapis lazuli made everyone very novel. As for the reception of Danes at home, Otto's resistance was also very direct.

"Dad, I am not afraid of the Danes. I even hope to have a naval battle with them, so that we can use our ship and weapon advantages to turn these enemies into fish feed. Those Danes have been to the far east, and it is unknown. The world. They are still merchants living in Hezeby, which is a city bigger than Visby. The locals just want to do business, they have no idea about war. In that case, we can talk to them. Sell ​​some leather and other things and go there to earn what we need."

Rurik felt that there was nothing wrong with his words, and Otto suddenly became extremely clear: "You...how do I think you are planning to make peace with Denmark?"

"I didn't mean that."

"It doesn't matter. Any kind of your thoughts, presumably those Danish lords are not satisfied. Remember, the Ross army killed 10,000 Gotland fighters under your command. I don't believe the Danes will ignore this. And do business with you comfortably."

Rurik shrugged: "Isn't this more proof that our Ross people are strong? I am very interested in the merchants of Hezeby. The current situation is that the ordinary people of Mellaren who produce wealth have been taken by Mellaren. The big family's misfortune is so painful, we can no longer expect to get a lot of benefits from them. We need to open up new markets. I have two ideas. First, go to the east and go directly south to Rome along the river to try your luck. Second, we develop a relationship with Hezeby. It is not convenient for us to do business in person, so we find some middlemen."

"Interesting." Otto nodded. "So that old guy named Eric is a tool that can be used? I think you should be careful."

"Dad! I will, I'm confident." Rurik promised, patting his chest.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning! Otto suddenly drew out his knife for cutting meat, and in an instant, the blade of the blade pressed against Rurik's neck, and his mind was blank on the spot.

Otto said very calmly: "Look, I'm very close to you, and I can kill you in an instant. Boy, I suspect that your notoriety has spread among the Danes. The great victory of the Rus army is the Danish. Shame, you are the commander and you have to bear all the anger of the Danes. How do you guarantee that the businessmen are not assassins?"

"Ah... it shouldn't be."

Otto took the knife, inserted the knife directly into the table, and said, "I'm going to deal with the glasses, you let Jeflo and Arik stay in this house, and send some soldiers to guard. Remember, those merchants saw it. Every time I search..."

"Is it too cautious?" Rurik was a little impatient, but he knew that Dad's caution was necessary. As a substantial king, Rurik thinks that he should also protect his own safety.

"Simply." Rürich's inspiration flashed: "The businessmen who entertained me tomorrow will take a steam bath, give them soap to wash their bodies, put on the clothes I provided, and then come to see them. Afterwards, all their clothes will be returned. If they hide any weapon, take it immediately."

"Good idea, just do it." Otto clapped his hands and cheered.

What is the effect of getting a batch of gems? Of course it is used to make up one's own power.

An idea that can be implemented by Rurik is to reward soldiers who have done meritorious service as a token of pure honor—a medal.

He didn't know the exact origin of the medal culture in history, and he thought it must have something to do with the culture of the family crest of aristocratic warriors. In the end, both the civilians and the military can recognize the honorable significance of the medal issued by the monarch, and the soldiers shed their heads and blood in order to obtain it.

Perhaps the blood and spiritual descendants of the Ross people are destined to become the group of people who love the Medal of Honor the most. Among them, there have also been people who use the medal as a fish scale.

Rurik took a rest with the lapis lazuli as a token of his life, and he had to think carefully about the prospects before going to bed.

Is it enough to simply give money, food, and women to warriors who are meritorious? For the poor fighters before, such a reward is really wonderful. It's just that people's love is endless. When a person has enough wealth and wives and concubines, they will be eager to get more. They will not necessarily degenerate into careerists pursuing extremely high power, but they will definitely find ways to get honor and become objects of praise by others.

"Establish a medal, a medal named Hero of Ross?"

What is a heroic warrior? Heroes need to be quantified! Anyone who is a hero needs a real token to symbolize that he is a hero to distinguish him from ordinary people.

"Melting gold or silver into a round base, smearing lead white on it, then smearing staggered sky blue stripes with ground lapis lazuli powder, and finally casting a layer of liquid glass. A hook made of iron wire is installed on the back of the medal. The medal has another hole to pass the string..."

Rurik estimated that the current lapis lazuli was used in this way, and his thoughts were no different from those of the ancient monarchs.

The new day is clear and cold, and the sun is particularly dazzling because of the snow and ice all over the world.

At the winter market rising on the coast of Roseburg, Otto, Duke of Ross, set up a stall with a group of entourage mighty.

The news that Master Rurik has found another interesting baby has gone viral throughout Roseburg. It is said that it is a device to protect the eyes, which can soften the dazzling eyes. Some people think it is dispensable, but some people think it is a treasure.

The price of the sunglasses was set at twenty silver coins. Today, all the strong men in Ross are enjoying the dividends of the war. They get the money to improve their lives. Obviously there is still a lot of money left, so they naturally want to buy some. Strange things. Twenty silver coins are not too much, and the good people rushed to the stalls set up by the duke. First, first come to see the second trouble, and second, choose the opportunity to buy.

Hundreds of people gathered together and they listened to Otto's speech standing on a small snowdrift.

Today, Otto's appearance has become very strange, he seems to have a pair of huge cricket eyes in the sun. Those are the so-called dark glasses, which conceal the wrinkles of Otto's old age, and the whole person looks very energetic.

They held up the money bags in their hands and huddled each other, for fear that they would let their brothers of the same race snap up the limited sunglasses.

In the evening of this day, as many as 150 pairs of glasses waiting to be sold were sold out. The people who were lucky enough to buy changed their images one after another, and the whole world has changed dramatically after they wore sunglasses.

See! The frozen sea no longer reflects the sunlight that almost stabbed the eyes, and people no longer need to squint.

Those who didn't buy it were upset. The only relief was that Lord Duke promised that the Clavassen family was still making this very special glassware.

The perspective turns to the other side.

Still in the early morning, a Danish businessman who got up early to go to the toilet suddenly noticed some sneaky eyeliners outdoors. The man hurried back to the warm room and reported what he had seen to his father.

"Father, we are... careless. Will we be murdered if we are targeted by them?"

Old Eric said that he was not nervous and it was false: "If the Ross people want to kill us, wouldn't it be safer to do it at night? Wait and see, maybe today Chief Ross wants to see our father and son."

Soon, a crowd of Ross soldiers came and knocked on the door.

The leader is no one else. It is Yevlo, who is wearing white bear leather and a white cloth gown sewn with blue cloth strips inside. The Finnish warrior, who was slightly short and flat, now “arrested” these Danish businessmen as the Duke's messenger.

Yevlo and his guys acted rudely, and directly escorted the five men to a room full of strong steam.

"What are you doing? What's the situation? Did your leader ask us father and son to meet him frankly in this sauna? I was really eye-opening in your Roseburg." The old businessman Eric always kind of Feeling uneasy, he was a little worried that his family would be locked up by the Ross people, and then be killed alive.

This is not impossible. The well-informed old Eric knows that the people in the "Eastern Land" like steam baths. When he traded leather with the local tribe, he was invited by the local chief to try it many times. At one time, he felt that every inch of his skin was irritated by the steam.

He really couldn't think of the fact that the Gnostic-speaking Ross people particularly liked the Easterner's style?

"Don't talk nonsense! Take off your leather jackets immediately and remove all arms. This is the opportunity for the adults to give you a bath! The adults can't stand a dirty person to meet him."

"Oh, Chief Ross is really particular."

The next thing is to be seen for a long time, because there are other bathing equipment in this so-called sauna room, which is a shower.

There is a wooden barrel in the upper part of the room. Hot water is prepared in the barrel in advance, and there is a cork on the side of the barrel, which is hot water when opened. The indoor light is very dim, but the yellow-white sulphurous soap is clearly visible.

Of course the old Eric had seen soap and knew how it was made. In Hezeby, as well as in the small town of Schleswig in the south, some craftsmen specialize in washing tools, which are expensive. If it were not for its good washing effect, no one would bear its poor appearance.

The yellow and white soap still smells of sulfur? He thought that those sulphur ores were such a color. Driven by curiosity, old Eric became the first master to eat crabs.

Seeing a strip of burlap hanging in the room, he naturally rubbed his body with it.

Finally, he experienced a very extreme bathing experience, as if washing off the mud shell covering his body, the whole person was relaxed, and he was even a little trance when he got out of the steam room.

Their father and son were forced to put on simple and neat new clothes, with white linen cloth on the inside and warm leather on the outside. There are also hats, which are made of a mixture of fine cloth and soft pine back leather.

At this time, the old Eric completely understood the intentions of the leader of Ross, and realized that his sons were actually complacent with the clothes “rewarded” by the Ross people, and he immediately reprimanded: "Don't be happy. My old clothes were caught by them." After a thorough inspection, the Ross people are actually worried that we are assassins."

This statement happened to be heard by Jeflo, and he did not give a good face: "I advise you to do it yourself. Listen, you are Danes, and you must keep a low profile here."

"Yes. We are unarmed and have no malice." Old Eric can bow his head to greet him to show his cooperation.

Before long, they finally arrived at the residence of Duke Ross.

This scene surprised old Eric a little. He was not surprised that the houses in this area were all woodcut buildings of the Slavic style, but also that the so-called Lord Ross's residence was not as majestic as he imagined.

"Let's go, my master is waiting for you in the house." Yevlo urged finally.

At the same time, Rurik and Arik sat cross-legged in the small living room in gorgeous clothes. At the same time, there were more than a dozen strongest fighters selected by Arik.

How can the old Eric entering the house not be afraid? There are two rows of bear heads hanging on the wooden wall. The soldiers in the interior are completely uniform. They all carry swords.

"You are Danish businessmen? There is an old man named Eric? It is you? Sit down."

The speaker is a girl? Do not! The voice was clearly a boy, a handsome boy.

In the extreme embarrassment, the old Eric and his sons sat at the door one after another. He noticed the current situation. The Ross people were afraid of the possibility that outsiders were assassins. Fortunately, the other party hadn't acted rashly enough to hear that the visitor was a Danish businessman.

Old Eric's eyes saw another person in the room, this old fellow who was as simple as an elephant seal, and his gorgeous fleece was either gold thread or gem pendant. He was a big businessman.

"I... I'm Eric Torulf. Thank you Chief Ross for not killing..." Now that the old Eric puts away the surprise, he is willing to believe that the boy in front of him is Ross's father. Boss, even if this is very fantastic.

"Oh? Are you very sure that I am the leader?" Rurik and old Eric looked at each other, feeling completely unexcited.

"Exactly. You sit in the middle position, behind you is a bonfire, and you die the most precious person."

"You are winking. Listen, I am Rurik, Duke of Ross. I am the highest authority in Roseburg that you have seen, and I am also me. I commanded the army to attack Gotland and annihilated 10,000 local enemy soldiers. . It was also I who commanded the army to participate in the Kalmar expedition to Denmark."

Rurik didn't seem to cover up his record at all. He was not afraid of the Danish naval power at all, and even looked forward to a naval battle that would smash the stacking power. He was expecting the angry expression of the Danish businessman, but looking at the expression of old Eric, they didn't care.

"What? Do you think I'm just a child, all these things I said are ridiculous?"

"Don't dare! I know all these news." Old Eric slapped his heart with a right fist. "Danish leader Hafgen, I am not under this person? Our family is just from Hezeby Bazaar. Ordinary merchants, and even Hezeby as a whole, only recognized that man's rule in name.

We are here to do business, and it is precisely because we heard the news of the great victory of the Rus army that we came here admiringly. You must have plundered a lot of wealth from Gotland, just as our family has imported lapis lazuli from the remote eastern desert. We lack a suitable buyer, maybe you are the most suitable. "

For a moment, Rurik moved his heart, but Gould winked at him.

"Okay." Rurik sighed. "I believe you are honest for the first time. You claim to be Hezeby from Denmark. Is that a very wealthy existence?"

Old Eric hesitated, he consciously smelled the breath of war. He must have seen many arrogant Danish lords. Some crossed the Schleswig Wall to attack villages in the Frankish Kingdom in the Saxony region. More small lords personally went into battle, bringing dozens of brothers to row two or three long ships. The boat went to the Friesland region on the western coast to thresh grass, and even drifted all the way to the estuary of the Seine River, robbing the gold and silver of several monasteries in the estuary.

The Ross people were speaking Gnostic, and the leader of Ross seemed to be just a child. He actually gave himself the title of "Prince (Duke, which proved his ambition!

They didn't want to kill themselves. Is it like knowing the intelligence about Hezeby and the Danish region, and preparing for a future large-scale invasion? Because the old Eric's family was dressed up as Merlaren merchants, rowing a boat and following the mighty Ross fleet to Fort Rose, it was really an invincible fleet! Therefore, when Rurik personally said that he had annihilated 10,000 Gotland fighters, the old Eric had no doubt at all.

Old Eric hesitated for a while, and said: "My lord, if you want to have anything about Denmark, I will try my best to tell you in all sincerity. Hezeby is indeed rich, but she Where is the Frankish wealthy Parisian? The ambitious lords of Denmark, who have gathered a large number of Saxon refugees, are also planning to attack Paris.

But what is Paris? Our family has also been to a country called Rome in the East, I hope the wise leader Ross can understand. "

Upon hearing this, Rurik's eyes widened and suddenly stood up: "You have been to Rome? You have been to Constantinople. No! Have you been to Istanbul?"

Now it was the turn of the pretendingly low-key old Eric to lose his temper. He was shocked: "You! Lord Rurik, Lord Ross, do you know that common name?"

"I do know that the common name of Istanbul is Greek, meaning'go to the big city'."

Old Eric's heart was beating wildly, and his sons were restless with excitement. As businessmen roaming the world, they are eager for a confidant. They did not expect that the young leader of Roth knew so much. The Roths are not like they seem to be professional hunters nestling in the extreme north. They know a lot. .

"Where have you been?" Rurik asked, "Have you really been to Afghanistan? I mean, it is a dry and cold wasteland, full of dangers, but it is also the place where lapis lazuli is produced."

Now the old Eric told the truth: "We have never been there~www.mtlnovel.com~ but we know the term Afghanistan. Legend has it that there is a big mountain in the east, and the local businessman who likes to wear a headscarf said that if you cross the mountain, it will be a desert. Walking through the desert is the end of the East. There exists an extremely strong country, which is stronger than Rome as I know it."

"I know there. It's a dreamy place." Rurik didn't ask any more, because the Tang Empire of the present era is declining in the vassal pattern, which is really a sad evolution. From these words alone, he terribly judged that this Eric must have explored all the way to the edge of the Central Asian world for business. This family is a crazy epitome of Viking merchants in this era.

Rurik solemnly declared: "I can protect you, and I will not use the knife just because you are Danes. I am not at all worried that you will inform the Danes of what you have seen in Ross. We are not afraid of a full-scale war. I like you. I will leave and buy all the silver coins. And you must tell me everything about Hezeby. Don't worry, I'm not hostile to pure merchants. Ross welcomes merchants to come to trade. And we Ross are interested To open up the Danish market, it's just that the current situation is not easy for us to end up personally. We need an agent. Maybe your family is suitable."

Things have made a breakthrough. Old Eric clapped his hands and applauded. He felt that he had bet everything right, and immediately began to talk and became a complete story king...

Chapter end