Chapter 334 The leader is nothing more than that

Olegin and his men were very nervous. Since the other party was a Norwegian businessman, it was normal for them to do business with swords. It was even more normal for them to have a group of "slashing masters" among them. Now he was in trouble

They drew their swords and wanted to fight, but it was not their own idea.

Olegin signaled to his men that they were not allowed to fight without orders. He really did not want to hurt the harmony between Mellaren and the Norwegians.

But what is it about those swords that reflect the dazzling sunlight? !

Olegin took a closer look and was surprised to find that the swords they were holding were made of the same material as his own.

"They... I used ten pounds of silver coins to buy a hard sword that can cut through iron as well as mud, and then used a pound of gold to inlay its patterns. For this sword, I spent the equivalent of twenty Pounds of silver coins. What?! They all have strong swords!" Thinking of these "Norwegians" wearing burqas, Olegin completely believed in their strong financial resources.

Looking at the children lying on the ground and shivering in the corner, Olegin felt that there was probably no connection between these wild children and the Norwegians in burqas.

His active mind has quickly given up the plan to use force. Since the other party is very powerful, are they a caravan sent by a powerful Norwegian tribe leader on the other side of the mountain? If we could do business with these wealthy guys, wouldn't many of the troubles our tribe faces be solved?

When he thought that they could easily throw away a pound of silver coins in the tavern, Olegin, who was short of money at that time, completely changed his expression. The sword he was pointing at could be inserted back into the scabbard and opened again. arms.

Olegin took three steps forward and looked directly at Arik, who was holding two swords and looking like a majestic giant crab showing its claws.

He complimented: "Norwegian guests from afar! I am the leader of Mellaren. I already know your wealth. If you are very happy to do business, I will be your good friend. I I’m going to put away my weapons. Please don’t be nervous. Please put away your weapons.”

Arik was confused for a moment. He originally wanted to cut off the heads of a few idiots in a fight. Look. When the opponent who was outnumbered had put away his sword, he couldn't say anything else.

Rurik, who had his head half exposed, had been observing secretly. Since the other party had stopped fighting, he got out of his cousin's protection.

He lifted up his burqa, showed his clean little face and golden ponytail, and asked loudly: "What are you doing?! Why are you beating the child?!"

"No."

"Why should I be afraid. I know you, you are Olegin, the leader of the Melalen people."

OleginioSurprised, he couldn't help but look at the private soldiers on the left and right, smiled and shouted: "Oh, it seems that my name has been spread over the other side of the mountain, even a child knows it."

The private soldiers laughed one after another, as if they were mocking.

Rurik was not angry and said coldly: "Don't hurt these children anymore, your people will leave."

"Haha, a child dares to order me?"

"No! I..." Rurik composed himself, "At least I know that a brave person should attack a braver person. I saw you beating a child, what is this? Brave."

For a moment, Olegin felt angry. He said in a low voice: "They are not children. At least they are not children of my tribe. Wild dogs, they often steal, and now they are trying to attack me. Norwegians from afar, are you going to save these wild dogs?”

Rurik looked at those people sitting huddled at the base of the wooden wall. He thought that Olegin was trying to teach a wild boy a lesson. He was clearly just beating people for fun. Needless to say, I feel disgusted when I think that I need to do large-scale business with such guys. It can be said that the leader of a dignified tribal alliance is nothing more than that!

Rurik originally had some beautiful illusions about the leader Olegin. He knew some unfavorable public opinions about this person through various channels. He did not expect that when he met today, this guy was even the most reliable person. The leader of the spectrum is too far behind.

Disgusted, disgusted, Olegin is a leader, and he is also a leader. For the benefit of the Ross tribe, the business must not only be done, but also be expanded, because money and materials are the most practical.

Listening to this person’s words, it seems that the people of Mälaren are also enduring the theft by outsiders. In order to suppress public resentment, Olegin, as the leader, used cruel methods.

Rurik looked at the raised heads of the trembling children. They were indeed men and women, and they all looked at them with pleading eyes.

Suddenly, he thought of the children he met not long ago. They were also expelled by the women of Melalen.

It seems that whether they are leaders or civilians, they are expelling foreign wild children?

But where did these children come from? Judging from the children's blond hair alone, they had a typical Nordic appearance. Rurik could confirm that they were refugees from a certain tribe at the time, and they probably experienced the exact same tragedy as Carlotta last year.

Save them?

Of course!

Rurik made up his mind and said loudly: "I can save them."

"Just you? Distinguished guest from afar, please accept your kindness! I really can't think of it. , How can you Norwegians be so kind? Aren't you good at robbing slaves and selling them? If you don't mind, please tell me your identity." Olegin's disdain was obvious.

Tell him your identity? Of course you can't call yourself a Russian.

Since it is nowThe actor, Rurik, a Norwegian, had an idea: "We are Balmoks, and I am the son of Balmoks. This time we have crossed the mountains to visit you."

Olegin was stunned for a moment. , and then he suddenly put on a fake smile and said, "Balmok? Ah, it's you!"

He didn't know that Rurik was acting on the occasion, and in order to avoid embarrassment, he had to show that he knew what was said. of Balmok people.

What about reality? The residents of Narvik Port in this era have not yet been integrated into the Norwegian tribal alliance system. They are still independent and very closed. But they are indeed Norwegians.

"So, can you forgive them now?" Rurik continued to ask.

"Forgive? Of course, but it requires... money."

"How much money can buy their lives?"

Olegin could not think of this. The beautiful boy is so proactive, but he is not a guy who will do whatever it takes to get some money. After calming down, he realized that these crazy dog-like children were actually vicious dogs in every sense of the word.

Recently, there have indeed been some more refugees from the north in the tribe, and almost all of them are young children.

Some businessmen are collecting these children, and some wealthy households are selecting the men and women who can be trained. As for selecting the remaining children, in short, the private soldiers who patrol themselves can always get reports from their tribesmen. One morning I found one or two small, hard bodies.

This is really unlucky. The tribesmen can't stand the sight of corpses near their homes, and they complain that their property is often stolen.

Who is the thief? Those foreign children who infiltrated the tribe must be thieves.

If anyone can take away the filthiest guys who have been selected, whether dead or alive, even if the perpetrators are a group of Norwegians, it would be the best.

Olegin didn’t think much, “Give me one silver coin per child and let them go.” After that, he counted the children who were obviously still walking, “Give me twenty silver coins. As for those lying on the ground, forget it."

After saying that, Olegin immediately made a killing move. Those who had the iron sword sheathed finally showed their fierceness and completed the killing cleanly. , without even blinking.

"Alas! You did it!" Rurik was shocked. He noticed that the eyes of the child who witnessed the death of his companion were wide and almost blurred, and behind him there was the metallic buzz of drawing a sword.

"Killing people in front of us? Who do you think you are!" Arik felt that he was strongly insulted. He held two swords in his hands and shouted: "A real man, just fight me." "

Olegin shook his head regretfully, motioned his men to pull away the pile of small corpses, and continued, "You should thank me anyway, you can't take these people away. Save them. They were seriously injured and I gave them life. It's strange that you raised these children and sold them as slaves, but you actually pity them!Really the weirdest Norwegian people I've ever met. ”

Rurik bared his teeth. Why didn’t he feel insulted?

Is the value of human life only one silver coin? It’s ridiculous. Or is this Olegin feeling that he Mastering the power of life and death of all things?

Rurik was furious. He resisted the humiliation, signaled his cousin to stop trying to anger those people, and personally untied the money bag from his waist. He threw it like a medicine ball, and was caught by a private soldier and presented to his master.

“This is a pound of silver coins, we bought their lives! ”

Olegin opened his money bag and took a look. It was full of silver coins of very good quality. He couldn’t help but feel happy. Although the money was not much, fortunately the silver was of very good quality. This made him very short of money. , which can be regarded as a nice unexpected surprise.

“Now, let them live. "Rurik continued.

Olegin nodded and stretched out his hand to signal the private soldiers to move out of the way so that the controlled children could escape.

Rurik turned his head Look at those kids and yell, “Follow me now! Just leave and you'll live! "

However, many children were frightened by the blood just now.

"Hey! Don’t you understand Norse? Follow me and I will give you food and clothes. "

With such a promise, the child stood up boldly and tremblingly, dragging his hungry body tentatively towards Rurik. During this period, three boys actually ran away. , which made Rurik speechless.

Olegin shrugged and said deliberately: "Look, you think you are a good person? These wild children did not appreciate it. ”

Rurik said nothing, watching the remaining children walking faster and faster, until finally they all sat panting in front of him, pulling at his legs with their dirty little hands. I am obviously of the same age as them. They are as thin as skeletons, and their clothes are so damaged that they are almost non-existent, exposing their terrible ribs. It is really terrifying.

They all complained that they were hungry. For a moment, Rurik was at a loss.

Olegin turned his face and looked at the wild children who were mingling with the Norwegian travelers, and said loudly: "The rest is yours. It's over. There are too many wild children recently. It would be great if you Norwegians could take them away. I hope you can always have a kind heart and help me solve some troubles. He lowered his head again and muttered: "Although your kindness is stupid." ”

Olegin and his men left one after another, and the area where the situation was once very tense returned to peace.

Those Melalen people who were hiding to watch the show, they all After walking out, or continuing to observe from a distance, a woman approached with a basket and some dried fish.

A non-threatening old woman?

Aric put it down. She was alert and asked the person's purpose.

She handed over the fish in the basket and threw it directly on the ground.The child didn't care about the dirt, so he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

It’s hard for Rurik to say anything. After all, the kindness of the Melalen people can only be maintained by an old lady?

He tried to talk to the kind old lady, but unexpectedly, the old lady also had something to say: "Are you Norwegians? It's a little different from what I saw. You'd better take all these thieves away." , don't let them die in our tribe, never show up here."

"Ah! Do you hate them so much?"

"Please bring a group of thieves!" Let them go, life is hard enough."

Now Rurik gave up. The so-called kindness of the old lady was just a disguised eviction order.

The old lady left after delivering the fish and meat. Seeing the children, they no longer cared about the serious damage to the rags covering their bodies, and no longer cared about shame. They were really like puppies lying on the ground eating. After all, Canglin knows etiquette. They are one step away from starving to death, so they don't care about how they eat.

Rurik felt a little regretful that the three boys who escaped followed him and knelt down as servants. They could have a good future as New Rusians.

It’s a pity that they ran away.

What’s a little fish? Rurik ordered his men to untie the bags that stored dry food, took out the precious wheat cakes in the bag, broke them into pieces and distributed them to the hungry children.

The mercenaries did as they were told. Everyone knew that Master Rurik would take these boys and girls as his servants, and then they would become the subjects of training on the hills west of Fort Ross. It is very likely that these boys and girls would be like wild dogs. A child who eats ordinary food can be trained into a very effective "war dog" in ten years.

Rurik was not in a hurry to hear their identities. Anyway, they could understand Norse, and it was time to go back soon. Taking them all back by then would be considered an unexpected gain of the trip.

"Eat quickly and follow us to the beach after eating. I will arrange a warm place for you tonight. Everyone can wear new clothes and eat good meat."

While the eyes of boys and girls were filled with tears, their mouths kept chewing. They raised their heads and regarded Rurik, a handsome man with a golden ponytail, as a savior sent by the gods.

At this moment, the three escaped boys appeared again! And this time they didn't come alone, but there were some children behind them? !

They first looked around timidly, then hurried through the empty space in front of Chief Olegin's house, and sat panting in front of Rurik. This running was almost their last strength.

Rurik saw that except for those three boys, the other ten people seemed to be girls? This is strange. Oh, maybe in the previous disaster, some children ran away quickly and hid first?

"Give them some food to restore their strength."

The mercenaries obeyed the order, and each of the new children shared a little wheat cake.

It seems that someone has recovered some strength, RurikStill eager to ask: "Tell me, where are you from."

A boy with unkempt hair who looked to be less than ten years old reluctantly muttered: "We come from... Uppsala." "

"Uppsala?" Rurik remembered that there was a large tribe in the northeast of Lake Mälaren, with a population probably slightly larger than that of the Ross tribe.

"How did you Uppsala people get here?"

The boy asked: "Aren't you... Norwegians? How do you know about us Uppsala?"

There were no more Melalen theatergoers around. Rurik looked around and couldn't help laughing, and the mercenaries also laughed.

"Norwegians? That's a lie to that fool. We are Russians, and my status is very noble. Now kneel down and be my slave, and none of you will die."

They were so humble that they only prayed for survival, so they knelt down in front of Rurik.

“Now I declare that all of you are my servants. I am Rurik, Rurik of Rus, and I will bring you back to Rus, and you will not be from Uppsala from now on. You are Russians. Now stand up and follow me.”

The boys and girls in Uppsala who had eaten something at least no longer walked so swaying, but they were still very nervous. of hunger. Rurik was very happy that he landed in the market. He only brought a few rations to satisfy his hunger. The food was not much, and after being distributed to the hungry children, they would not be starved to death.