Chapter 212 Carlotta and Ella’s escape

Fordegen seemed to readily give the deposit. He returned to his camp and was in a bad mood.

The three old cows were slaughtered on the road, and the refugees shared the remaining pieces of meat.

With only his elite men, Fodgen paid for them to purchase a batch of delicacies at the market in Yermalen, and even more than twenty oak barrels of ale.

I didn’t expect that the return journey would be so troublesome!

Having lost four pounds of silver coins, he could only hope to make maximum profits from this group of refugees to make up for his losses.

He has already thought about the dozens of children who have become completely orphans. Since the old guy Gould is willing to be a good person, all the orphans will be handed over to him. That's the cost. Considering that he was defrauded of four pounds by just paying the freight, plus the loss of food on the road, all the money had to be reimbursed by Gould!

A bad mood may only be made up for by drinking.

It was night, and in the distance was the Gran people’s camp, with a bonfire burning there.

There are also more than a dozen bonfires here. The refugees ate some meat and are now sleeping by the fire.

Facing the bonfire, Fodegen and several of his loyal mercenaries were sitting there. The so-called loyalty can of course be bought with money, and now, he wants to entertain everyone with high-quality ale.

When the ale entered his mouth, the spicy taste immediately made Fordegen realize that this was good wine.

"What a treasure! I didn't expect that the level of craftsmanship of the Yemalen people is so high?!"

He drank from a wooden cup, and his subordinates were also very happy. Xing drank it all in one gulp.

Only this relieved his spirit a lot.

Fo Degen then greeted the two girls who were munching on meat.

"Carlotta! Ella! Come to me!"

Having no choice but to realize the opportunity, the two men in the force had to reluctantly get to the old guy's side.

Fordgen stroked their braids and buttoned their silver hairpins. He estimated that the identity of the two children was by no means as simple as a shepherdess. Now, was their past still important?

Fordgen felt like he was stroking two little forest cats. It seemed that they had really accepted their fate and now they have become extremely docile.

Fordgen raised the empty wine glass and handed it to the youngest Ella rudely.

"See that barrel? Pour me some wine."

Ella, she didn't like being treated so rudely. She glanced at her sister and had no choice but to break away from Fordgen's arms.

Although the craft ale is at the level of dry red wine, the oak cup in Vodegen's hand is enough to hold nearly 500 ml.

The good wine they bought from the Yelmalen people was packed in oak barrels carefully crafted by coopers. Only one of the wine pouring outlets was tightly blocked by a wooden block.

Its alcohol content has reached the extreme level of deep fermentation.However, it is really a challenge for Ella to endure this excessive aroma of wine.

It was also because of the smell of alcohol that the clever sister Carlotta finally found an opportunity to escape.

Ella finally filled up the wooden cup in her hand. Under the cheers of a group of mercenaries beside the campfire, she swayed and handed the cup to her master.

Master?

Yes!

Now Carlotta is like a kitten, deliberately rubbing against the chest of the old guy Fodegen.

Fordgen, who was already excited by drinking, was even more energetic.

He took the wine glass and took a fierce sip. The spilled wine dripped a lot on Carlotta's head.

"It's really good wine. I'm just a little pity that you two are still too young."

Hearing these words, Carlotta simply caressed Fodegen with both hands. On his chest, he gently pulled his hair and pressed his head against it.

My sister Ella was shocked. She was already wary of serving, but she didn’t expect that her sister, who had always been very determined, had already...

Carlotta tried every means to appear charming. Xiang said, "Sir, we are indeed too young. In a few years, we will serve you well."

Fo Degen's head buzzed, and he was filled with a sense of happiness full of hope for the future. his mind.

He was not in a hurry to continue drinking, but handed the glass to the girl next to him.

"This is good wine, drink it, my Carlotta. Well... my woman."

Looking at the red smile on the old guy's face, Carlo Ta feels that he still needs to make persistent efforts. The old guy has to drink more wine until he can't drink anymore.

But looking at this glass of wine that had been sipped by the old guy, not to mention the natural nausea, it was the excessive alcohol smell that Carlotta could only endure.

Seeing her hesitation, Fo Degen continued to urge: "Give me a drink, and I will give you all my good things. You can't be ungrateful."

Clenched his teeth, the girl Holding the wine glass with both hands, he closed his eyes and took a sip.

It’s bitter with a hint of weird spiciness. Why do men still like to drink this crappy thing?

Carlotta thought of her dead grandfather, her dead father, and all her dead relatives. They all like to drink, and as expected, only men like this.

She wanted to swallow it, but her throat was no longer under the control of her brain.

Suddenly, Carlotta sprayed a mouthful of wine all over the floor, causing the onlookers to laugh.

Fordgen also laughed at the top of his lungs and continued to stare at the girl's face with his wine glass: "Don't you think it tastes good? You must give me a sip. Otherwise, I should punish you."

Punched her lips, the bitter feeling made Carlotta feel bored. Unfortunately, I can't toast at the critical moment without eating the fine wine. In order to escape, I have to take a sip of the rotten sour water today.

Carlotta finally drankShe couldn't help but taste the annoying bitterness and spiciness in her mouth. She raised her head suddenly and put on a smile with difficulty: "Sir, I have already drank, and you want to drink too."

"Okay! You She is really my canary, and she can already serve men and drink."

After that, Fo Degen drank it all in one gulp, and then sighed: "I think you were so stubborn a few days ago. , I don’t know that I treat you two sincerely.”

“Oh, sir, please forgive our stubbornness.”

“Okay, I’ll forgive you.” , Vodgen’s wine glass was thrown to Ella again.

Seeing this, Carlotta immediately called to her sister: "Ella, please pour some wine for your lord."

My sister became very strange today. Since it was her request, Ella had no choice but to do so.

Their obedience seemed to come from the bottom of their hearts. Ford took the wine glass and poured the ale into his already bulging belly.

Fordgen drank three more glasses in a row. After he burped deeply, he obviously still wasn’t satisfied. He threw the wine glass to Ella again. This time, the girl had to say that the barrel was empty.

"Empty?" Fodgen, who was already a little confused, called to his subordinates who were also confused and brought in a new wine barrel.

Ella struggled to open the cork of the new barrel, and the strong smell of alcohol spurted out. The girl subconsciously covered her mouth and nose and refilled the cup with difficulty.

At this moment, Carlotta suddenly preached to her sister seriously: "Bring the wine quickly! Our master hasn't drunk enough yet!"

The clumsy Fordegen grabbed hold of her Carlotta's golden braids: "Carlotta, don't say that about your sister."

"Sir, we... just want to serve you well."

"Yes. !" Fo Degen was clearly on his head, his mind was actually very excited, but his whole body seemed to be in disarray. He grabbed Carlotta's neck very roughly, scaring the girl into thinking that she was going to be strangled to death by this man, but of course that was not the case.

When Carlotta smelled the strong aroma of the glass of wine, she knew the power of this thing. The better the wine, the spicier it is and the harder it is to drink. That's what she was thinking, and she knew that such wine would more easily turn a strong warrior into a comatose mess.

"It seems that you... are smart girls. Both of you are my wives, Carlotta... Carlotta, you actually know everything... Maybe you already want to find another way. Serve me. Nothing will come of it in time, you are all beautiful... I want you to give me two beautiful sons. You... you have a wound on your leg! When we go back, I will invite the best witch doctor. , I’ll cure it for you.” After saying that, Fordgen let go.

Carlotta covered her neck and coughed hard twice. She personally held the wine glass and handed it to the unlucky Fordegen. The glass was directly pressed against his beard, and she looked at the red-faced man who was staring at him with a smile. Vodegen.

"Sir, keep drinking."

"Okay! Let's drink! Guys, I'm so happy today, everyone is going to get drunk! Celebrate...celebrate that we have arrived in the safety of Hjärmalen! Celebrating my...conquest of two wives. ”

But the mercenaries felt that the sponsor was joking. Other businessmen were looking for young women to take them back. They did not expect that their sponsor wanted to train his own women from an early age. After all, the sponsor is the sponsor. Lord, today’s sponsor is in a good mood, but he spent nearly an oxcart of craft beer!

The sponsor didn’t intend to transport so many wines to the Mälaren Market to sell them. Look! It was clear that everyone was drinking happily.

Yes, who would have thought that the Yelmalun people still have such good wine, and today they are also treating themselves to a treat.

So what's there to worry about?

The entire caravan of Fordgen was drinking happily, and this was exactly what Carlotta wanted to see.

In the end, Ford. With the remaining consciousness, Gen got into his tent. Some mercenaries also returned to their tents, and many others were lying beside the campfire in a very twisted posture, some even holding hands. After eating beef, he fell asleep.

It was already late at night, and Fordgen was wrapped in a sheepskin blanket and fell asleep. He had no idea how much alcohol had been poured into his body. His current condition is that of a hangover.

It is completely different from him. His sister has become more energetic after drinking some wine, while his sister, Carlotta, has not drank at all. The younger sister, Ella, had fallen asleep snuggled next to her older sister. The three of them were in the same tent. It was probably because their flattery had completely gained Fodergen's attention. Gen and his people were defenseless.

My sister stayed awake and touched her wounds when she was a little dazed. Finally, Carlotta got the chance she needed. He gently shook his sister awake: "My dear, the time has come. We're ready to run. "

Ella murmured weakly: "Sister, I thought you agreed with that man. ”

“Silly girl, that’s deception. Now we can run away, pay attention, and keep a lookout. ”

So, the two children gently got out of the comfortable leather sleeping nest. They did not wear boots, but carried their somewhat damaged leather boots in their hands. They walked barefoot in the mall. It was a gravel grassland. Not only did they sneak out of the tent, they also sneaked to the campfire.

They picked up some leftover beef pieces and leftover wheat cakes and stuffed them into one they found. In the linen bag, they disappeared where the campfire could not be found.

This night, no one noticed the disappearance of the two children because of the collective hangover.

For Ford. Gen and his people, if another group of bandits attacked at night, all his people and property would be lost. Perhaps he should be lucky that it was just two young slaves who escaped and not his own head was chopped off by the bandits.

It finally dawned, and Fodgen was very groggy. He only woke up due to abdominal distension long after the sun rose.He wanted to go out to relieve himself, but when he got up, he realized that he had lost something.

"Carlotta! Ella!"

Fordgen stared at the opened leather sleeping nest and the two girls' missing leather boots.

His beard was trembling, and for a moment he thought he was dreaming. He tugged hard on his beard and realized that he had woken up.

"Carlotta! Ella! Where are you?!"

Anxiously, he stood up suddenly, but the severe pain in his head forced him to sit down again.

He hurriedly put on his leather coat, not caring about wearing boots, and walked out of the tent barefoot. As a result, he not only bumped into his mercenaries, but also other people.

There were five tall, strong foreign men, all wearing fox fur hats with feathers on their heads. After all, everyone is a businessman, even a businessman selling onions is a businessman. As a businessman, you have to pay attention to your appearance. Nowadays, merchants and even noble tribal leaders need precious leather and beautiful feathers to decorate themselves.

The visitors are all temporary business partners of Fo Degen. The only purpose of the five guys on this trip is to urge Fo Degen to set sail.

An older man stepped forward regardless of Fordgen's obvious anxious attitude: "My friend, as promised yesterday, we should set sail now."

However, Fodegen directly called his mercenary captain and asked hurriedly: "Have you seen those two children?"

"Sir? Aren't they always in your tent? Are you there?"

"Bah! They're gone. Did they come out to use the toilet?" He looked around and told his subordinates: "Go to Caodong quickly. Look, find those two children and bring them back to me.”

The mercenaries didn’t understand what the sponsor was saying, but they had no choice but to obey the sponsor’s order, even though no one saw them. Anyone come out of the tent.

When the merchants in the fleet saw that Fo Degen was so negligent to them, the old man approached him directly: "Let's talk about business now! Fo Degen, we must leave now. ."

"Yes! I know, but..." The more anxious he is, the more painful Fo Degen's head is.

Because even if the Yelmalen people know how to craft brew, even if the alcohol content is high, there is still a lot of methanol and other impurities mixed in. It is inevitable to have a headache if you drink too much.

The mercenaries searched for it and even tried their best to screen the refugees, but found nothing.

"Damn it, maybe they escaped!?"

The fleet merchants were even more angry. They felt that they had been tricked.

The old man finally broke out and yelled: "Fo Degen, are you lying to us? You are a bastard!"

"You!" After being scolded a lot, Fu Degen's head hurt, and his thoughts returned to today's business. "How dare you scold me."

"Vordegen, the Vordegen of Mälaren! We are all traveling together, and you know the rules of the journey. I tell you, we set off now and will arrive at the Market of Mälaren tomorrow. If you missed today, We won’t leave. Don’t even think about taking away the deposit you paid.”

Fo Degen knows the rules too well.

After all, he is a pure agricultural businessman selling onions and wheat. They also have a commercial agreement with the Yermalen people. When the harvest season is coming, if he cannot meet the deadline, the business will The opportunity may be occupied by peers for a long time.

The work of working on the transport ship is a part-time job, and they would not be willing to do it if it weren't for the huge amount of money given by Fordegen.

Fordegen, who was in a dilemma, estimated that the two children had run away. Thinking of this, he felt more and more that Carlotta's reaction last night was more than abnormal.

"Carlotta, you are a little bitch! You actually ran away with your every door! If you run away, you are seeking your own death! It is a waste of my love."

"Looking? What are you looking for?! Those are two children who are looking for death. They don't want happiness, so why should I force them again! Alas, at least I still got two little treasures." At this point, Fodegen could only comfort himself. He had stolen the high-grade amber from the girl, and the financial benefits were actually good.

Fo Degen began to break camp, holding back his breath and verbally apologizing to his colleagues for waiting. He still blamed himself a little. Maybe he should have put a shackle on them from the beginning. They would only give up if he took them back.

But then again, they are all from Ostara. Why did the other refugees become extremely respectful when they were only given some meat to eat?

Everyone is thinking about walking to the lake, where there is a fleet of boats docked.

Near the shore, Fodegen supervised the refugees under his control to get on the boat. Here, all the children will be placed on the same large merchant ship.

Before that, he did not give up and personally screened the refugees. Unfortunately, Carlotta and Ella were not among the children here.

He looked up to the sky and barked: "Carlotta! Ella! Where have you two little bitches gone?!"

At this time, a clever woman boldly said: "Sir, I know these two people."

"You know?!" Fo Degen looked at the woman who spoke, as if he had grasped a glimmer of hope, and hurried away. "Tell me, where are they?!"

The woman was startled and said reluctantly: "They are the children of our tribe leader, and those two girls are dead."

"Dead? Nonsense!"

"Sir, we dare not talk nonsense. They are really the children of the leader. The leader's family went to fight, and everyone died."

The woman immediately replied: "Sir, who dares to give his child the same name as the leader's child? None of us dare. Who else dares to name his daughter after the goddess El? Only Noble person!"

"You...are you a ghost these days? No!" In an instant, Fo Degen realized!

He lowered his head and muttered secretly: "I said, how can you be a shepherdess? You are actually the children of the leader of Ostara. Carlotta, you have arrogance, you are also very You are so scheming that you know how to deceive. Run away! Run away! You two are not as kind as me. You two deserve to be eaten by wolves!" p>

To be honest, the new situation that Fordegen learned was completely like a bolt from the blue. He even had a little back seat and realized that he had lost them.

If he really has two wives and concubines like this, and other tribal leaders know about it, will his life be threatened?

After all, the daughters of tribal leaders may not be engaged according to the tradition of being engaged at the age of twelve at all. A daughter may be engaged since she was born.

Who would have thought that the girl of the leader of Ostara would not die? !

Although Fodegen estimates that the two girls may have infiltrated into the Yelmalen community, if he is willing, he can pay his mercenaries to find them. The possibility of finding them is actually Quite big. He even felt hungry. Because of their status, the two girls might finally be protected by the leader of the Yermalen people and become his adopted daughters.

The current situation is that maybe there is no safety risk if they lose them.

Businessmen should not touch any arrogance. Otherwise, who knows, the tribe of the girl's potential fiancé will attack her with unbelievable anger.

He thought that his life during this period was called magic. Even if he was served against his will yesterday, it was still the girl of the leader of Ostara who was serving him. It was really a dream experience.

Everything should be over, now it’s better to go home and recuperate. After that, he sold all the refugees in his hands to Gould.

Fordgen, he feels that the Ostara people are poisonous, and he has had enough of their magical people. Leatherworker? Forget it! When recruiting workers, he should recruit honest ones. He even felt that the group of refugees he had on hand were all a bunch of liars, guys who would run away as soon as they landed.

This time Fodegen became vigilant. He ordered the mercenaries to tie the hands of all the refugees and tie knots around their necks to prevent escape.

Fordgen got on the boat, and the fleet carried a lot of people, a large amount of goods, and even wooden carts and cattle for pulling goods, heading towards the exit from the lake.

Target, Lake Malaren.