Chapter 164 I have to find a way to trap her for ten thousand silver coins
Bona loves money, and Rurik has not yet properly contacted and understood her. Rurik has already learned about Bona's attitude towards life from the real high priest Vilia.
Moreover, his mother Niya and father Otto both inadvertently said that Bona was the one among the priests who liked money very much.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Rurik was a little prejudiced against Bona.
So why was Bona appointed as the next high priest?
The reasons are quite complex.
After all, the current female priests of the Ross tribe are basically not priests since they were born. Some poor women whose husbands died and had no children, who were unwilling to marry again, became the priests of the tribe with the permission of Vilia.
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Others were willing to serve Odin purely because of the lack of food, and thus received alms from the tribe as priests.
Of course there are truly religious people.
Vilia has long known that Bona is not pious, but this woman has always had a goal, which is to eventually succeed the high priest. For this purpose, Bona is willing to learn those prayers and read those ancient wooden documents.
Except for her, the other priests either had no opinion, and some even didn't trust Odin's existence that much.
Priests accept offerings from other members of the tribe, but those who have been priestesses at least have enough food and clothing.
In recent days, Bona's actions have been a bit excessive. But apart from being angry, Villa never thought of removing Bona's inheritance rights.
Maybe there are potentially more suitable ones among these lower-level priests, at least now Vilia can't find them. Besides, after all, Bona has presided over large-scale sacrifices under his supervision. If he suddenly leaves the world, only this Bona can do it.
Continue to ensure that all sacrifices of the tribe are on time and carried out in accordance with the inherent specifications.
Even if Bona is not promising enough, at least she can preside over all the ceremonies.
Rurik is probably aware of this situation, and the power system within the priests has been finalized. Even if there are potential opponents, look at the current situation. Look at the lower-level priests sitting there like sculptures, and there is only Bona alone in the whole process.
Speaking on behalf of all the priests.
If you think about it carefully, Poona didn't do anything heinous.
She was the high priest sooner or later, but she couldn't help but "take office in advance", and secondly, she was determined to live a long and luxurious life.
It seems that because of her resolute attitude, Bo Na's attitude also wavered?
Rurik originally wanted them to continue making soap for him, but of course, if their attitude was extremely determined, they wouldn't do it if they didn't.
Soap is not an overly high-tech thing. It is possible to start a new workshop by yourself, but the production of soap will inevitably stop for a long time, which will eventually interfere with the transaction between yourself and the great businessman Gould.
What a businessman fears most is that the supplier stops production!
It seems that there is still room for maneuver in this matter? Rurik came back. He straightened his back and sat on the leather cushion: "Can we continue to discuss this matter?"
"Alas!" Poona slapped her thigh, "My child, I'm sorry that I offended you. I thought about it and I have to continue making soap. I hope this can calm your anger."
"Of course. If you knew I would be angry, why did you say to stop production completely in the first place?" Rurik still showed an unhappy attitude.
Bona continued to explain; "Child, at least we are no longer all priests making soap for you. To be honest, we don't need to earn any more silver coins from this job. We have a lot of money now. I thought about it and I designated it for you.
What do you think of a priest who makes soap for you full-time?"
"You..." Rurik criticized Bona in his heart. But it seemed that this was the only concession Bona could make.
Think about it again, if a hard-working person gets rich in vain, he will most likely become addicted to pleasure, which is not a good thing in the long run.
Just like Gould, the great businessman, Rurik felt that this obese guy was probably a patient with three highs, and this was the result of enjoyment. But Gould insisted on buying and selling all his life, and he operated capital by himself to make his strength stronger.
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Why did Bona have it? It wasn't her brother and her clansmen who robbed the wealth of the Gotlanders at the expense of more than 60 people.
Before Rurik could speak, Bona immediately designated someone.
Who was that person? It was the Parla who questioned Poona's presumption that she had to wear a sacred antlered helmet and give out money to her tribe.
Rurik didn't know this Parla at all, and he really didn't care about the names of ordinary priests, just because they had no clear intersection with each other.
When her name was called, Parla sat up straight in shock.
For this woman, she felt that she was being targeted by Bona ever since she criticized Bona's wrong behavior.
Vilia is very old. In the past few days, apart from being shocked when he saw more than ten boxes filled with gold and silver, Vilia has always been in a daze at other times.
Whoever serves as the high priest can control the use of the public wealth of the priests.
Bona made many promises to other priests in exchange for support. She had given each of the lower-level priests ten silver coins, but only Parla, she had only given five.
The reason here is of course very blunt: you haven't done a very good job on weekdays.
In this regard, Parla couldn't express her pain. She knew that she was targeted by Pona, but she could contradict her again. In the future, Pona would serve as the high priest and kick her out. Then she would be finished! Then she would have to bear another "
The crime of "blaspheming Odin" is no different from the execution of death.
Today, Parla had no choice but to hold her braids hanging in front of her with both hands to relieve her anxiety. Of course, Bona had clearly angered Rurik, and Parla was still secretly happy about this situation.
"Parla!" Poona shouted.
"I'm here." Parla was suddenly startled and said solemnly.
"Now I order you in the name of the high priest to make soap for Rurik. You have no right to deny it, do you understand?"
"I..." Parla was about to retort, but when she looked at Bona, she was pushed back by the sharp eyes.
"Yes." Parla said solemnly. In her opinion, Bona has really become more serious now.
Then, Bona forced a smile and looked at Rurik: "What do you think of it? In this way, we can still make soap for you. Now you should be satisfied?"
Reaching out his hand to stop the smiling face of Bona, Rurik looked at Parla again and could feel that the woman was actually not satisfied.
Rurik continued to ask: "Only this one person?"
"What else do you want? Do you still want us all to work for you? My child, after all, we are priests, not craftsmen." Poona explained.
"Can't there still be more? Even two or three people."
"No." This time, Bona's attitude was completely firm. But she still pretended to be encouraging and asked other lower-level priests.
Is anyone willing? No, there is no second person.
Poona shrugged: "You see, only Parla is willing. So Parla!" Poona looked at Parla's frightened face: "You are still a priest, but you will leave the accommodation in the longhouse of the priest.
You make soap for Rurik, I think she will arrange your accommodation and meals. Rurik, can you?"
No matter how he looked at it, Rurik felt that Bona was taking the opportunity to attack dissidents. Rurik didn't know the inside story, and he believed that the current situation was like this.
Bona didn't want to take another half step back, so Rurik had no choice but to nod: "Okay, I can do it."
Bona nodded: "Well, our contract is valid. It's still the same as before. Parla will make soap for you, and we, the priests, will take the profit in proportion to the share."
"Can."
Rurik felt that Bona really wanted to live a pampered life and gave up the possibility of continuing to make soap. What should I say about this woman? Does she think too highly of herself?
After all, her actions today angered Rurik and made him realize that he had been a little naive.
When signing any business-related agreements with others, you should formulate some mandatory rules and regulations, instead of naively thinking that because of your noble status as the leader's son and Odin's blessing, others will obediently obey.
Just a priestess named Parla, at least this woman must know the complete process of making soap. Of course, if one woman is expected to perform all the processes, she can certainly complete everything. Even with this output, it is really pitiful.
In other words, Poona does not care about the benefits that Parla's production capacity can bring to her.
For himself, Rurik knows that he still needs to continue to rely on soap production to create wealth. Now the supply side is really enjoying the good life of eating fat every day, so he has to start a new business.
At least, this woman Parla can serve as a teacher.
As for the soap-making workers, that's easy to say. For example, my father promised to bring him a group of servants from Novgorod, and even Gould promised to get some servants from the south. Even if the servants are still children, this group of people will never
He will suddenly give up his job.
Rurik thought that Bona had no more nonsense.
It seemed that Bona also felt that his abrupt decision was too arbitrary, so she suddenly extended an olive branch to ease the atmosphere.
"Rurik, I think my actions have harmed your interests, and I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you."
Rurik narrowed his eyes: "Make up for it? How to make up for it?"
"I heard that you also made an appointment with the blacksmith. He only makes glass for you. Is this true?"
In fact, Bona was asking questions knowingly. The lower priests had inquired and found out that Klavasen did not secretly sell glass.
Klavasen had no power to begin with, and now he increasingly needed to hug Rurik, a tree that was growing vigorously. He wanted to kneel down and thank Rurik for giving him the opportunity to make a fortune.
"That's the case." Rurik replied slightly coldly.
Poona hurriedly smiled: "In that case, I would like to order some cups."
"Is that so? You can obviously go to him in person now, so why bother telling me about it."
Rurik still looked angry.
Bo Na quickly explained: "Because... you have a contract. I think if I don't know you, you will be even more angry."
"Your decision is very smart. Since you want to order a cup, you can do it." Rurik suddenly thought of something, and his half-bowed waist suddenly straightened: "Then let's talk about the price!"
The thing that suddenly occurred to Rurik was nothing else but making money.
There is nothing wrong with selling products to make profits. Selling products for a huge profit is the key.
He and Klavasen successfully created glassware, and its shape also became more complicated. It was so rare and beautiful, so it naturally had to be sold for a high price.
Now that Bo Na has control of a huge sum of money, she even feels that she does not have to work hard for it in her life, and even neglects the future leader because of it. Until now, this woman still feels that her decision is not wrong.
Then set a real market price for her! She'd better order more, so that the silver coins she's proud of can be reduced quickly.
Rurik calmed down and stared into his beautiful blue eyes: "The most common cup, a cup with two hundred silver coins. Add some beautiful lines and shapes, and that's three hundred silver coins."
Hearing this, Bona was shocked.
After all, in the past two or three days, Bona had seen the specific appearance of the glassware that her tribe bought from Rurik and Klavasen.
She asked back: "My child, are you serious? You sell it to the tribe for only 150 silver coins per set. You sell it to those merchants for 200 silver coins. Do you think that I am the same as those merchants?"
"What do you think?" Rurik asked deliberately frivolously, and in his eyes, many young priests saw his provocation.
"You! Rurik!" Bona said loudly: "Please remember that I am the high priest of the tribe. You should not give me a price that foreigners enjoy."
"But our high priest is still alive, even though she may be sick."
"You..." After hearing Rurik's words, Bona felt that she was speechless. She glanced at the lower-level priests on the left and right, and simply did not notice their strange expressions.
Because Rurik's words were simply criticism. She, Bona, wished that the elderly high priest Vilia died on the spot so that she could succeed him at the speed of light and monopolize the priestly power in a legitimate and legitimate manner.
Bo Na quickly did not mention this matter. She knew that she had suffered a loss. For the sake of her own face and to silence many potential competitors, she was just afraid that another "traitor" like Parla would pop up and question her.
own legitimacy.
Poona said cruelly, "It's the most beautiful glass pot with a long neck. What's the price? Three hundred silver coins?"
"No." Rurik sensed Bona's guilty conscience and kept doing nothing, sitting down and raising the price on the spot.
"Isn't three hundred enough?"
"Five hundred silver coins each." Seeing that Bona was hesitating again, Rurik emphasized: "I don't want you to be hesitant. Now give me a happy answer, whether to accept or reject! Listen,
Klavasen does not have any pricing power on what prices should be set for all glassware. Don't think about discussing it with him now, you can only discuss it with me."
"You!" Bo Na was in trouble and couldn't say it, but she felt that she had indeed been tricked by this child.
Is he really a child? Didn't Bona tell some facts that she didn't expect?
Rurik continued to press: "Do you want it? How much do you want? Make your decision now, I will count down to three!"
"three!"
"two!"
Poona suddenly shouted: "I want it. Just five hundred silver coins!"
"How many do you want?"
"This..." Bona looked at the lower-level priests on the left and right, pursed her lips and then looked at Rurik: "Just... five."
"Five? More than that." Rurik's words clearly contained something.
It was entirely because Rurik saw that when Bona said the number "five", the lower-level priests who were dumbfounded were shocked, and many people raised their heads and stared.
He looked at Bo Na, silently revealing resentment and dissatisfaction.
"Or...five. The situation has indeed changed."
"Can five?" Rurik said deliberately: "Look at your people, they must be very dissatisfied. Bona, I believe you will be able to officially serve as the high priest in the future, should you show your generosity?
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As he spoke, Rurik continued to be tempting, and even hit his heart with his right hand to prove that his words were credible: "Look at me. I am a child blessed by Odin, and I have brought great success to the entire tribe.
I gave them many good things. I gave them more than a hundred little boys, and I gave them enough meat to fill their bellies every day, because I regarded them as my brothers. What about you? You should regard other priests as your sisters, you
Your sisters should be given some treasures."
Rurik counted the lower-level priests again: "I remember all the lower-level priests, including you, there are fifteen. Don't refute anything, as long as our Vilia is still alive, you are not the high priest. It's just that you are now
You can control the priest's public money box. Remember, you are not the only owner of the money box, it is the public property of all priests."
Rurik also said this to those lower-level priests who dared to be angry but dared not speak out.
Bona quickly looked at the eyes of the people around her. Although they didn't speak, their eyes said everything.
Rurik continued: "You should order fifteen, not five! Besides, how can we forget the holy and great high priest Vilia? You should order for her. And you should not only order long
A jug with a neck also needs the most ordinary cup of river water.”
"Rurik, you!" Bona was angry in her heart, but she couldn't express it.
Rurik deliberately became arrogant because the atmosphere here became a little subtle. The expressions of the ordinary lower-level priests became soothing, and some even had a faint smile. This shows that they really hope
Try to get a large share of the huge tribute as much as possible instead of being monopolized by Poona.
Even Vilia, Rurik estimated that she was suffering from physical illness, so her mental state was always a little weak during this period.
But she was definitely not suffering from Alzheimer's disease. Vilia also opened her eyes and silently declared her support.
"Fifteen sets! A glass pot costs 500 silver coins. As for the cup, I can give you a preferential price. The most common cup costs 100 silver coins. The total is 9,000 silver coins! What do you think? Do you think my decision is very kind?
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Mercy? Bah! Pona secretly cursed this Rurik as the most evil businessman. How could this be a child blessed by Odin? Is Rurik’s behavior not possessed by Loki’s soul?!
Listen, is this what a human said? Loki must have reminded him.
Then, maybe I...
Poona thought about it and really wanted to believe it. She originally thought that this sacred longhouse of the priest was a sacred place that could communicate with the Asgard dimension. Maybe the evil Loki was already paying attention.
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Bona gritted her teeth. Regardless of whether the gods were present and silently paying attention, she at least knew that the ordinary priests were paying attention to her every move.
"I bought it! At the price you said!"
"Very good." Rurik patted his thigh and couldn't help but sigh that this little chic of his was really something. He only had the body of an eight-year-old, what a beautiful little boy he was! Today he became a big profiteer, but
Do you always feel so comfortable?
Rurik still didn't want to stop and continued: "Actually, I can also arrange for Klavasen to produce more complex glasses or other utensils for you, and the price will naturally be higher. I know that you may take advantage of these.
The glassware made with the knowledge and power Odin gave me is too expensive, and you don't want to use it yourself. But you also have to consider the feelings of other priests."
"Do we need to pay more?" Upon hearing this, Poona almost lost consciousness in her crossed legs, and the soles of her feet were covered with sweat. She felt a sudden chill when she was at her warmest.
"No need! I know you won't pay more. But you must give our high priest Vilia the best glassware. Remember, Bona! Vilia is like your mother, you inherited
All power comes from her. You must be kind to your mother, and you must give her noble gifts. Now there are some more beautiful glassware, totaling a thousand silver coins. Are you willing to serve your mother?"
Rurik believed that Bona had no choice but to agree now, and that was the only way she could choose.
"I agree!"
Bona said loudly, and then quickly surrendered and sued for peace: "My Rurik, the future leader. I have no other intentions, let's stop the order! I can pay for the total of 10,000 silver coins.
,Are you satisfied now?"
"I'm satisfied." Rurik took a deep breath, and his previous unhappy expression disappeared.
He continued: "Then just like before, we will sign another contract. At that time, under the witness of the contract, I will give you the goods and you will give me the money."
Now that she had admitted it, Poona knew that she could not make any return. She thought she had gained great power, so how could she be so cruelly manipulated by this child?
This is great! In order to maintain the trust of other priests, 10,000 silver coins become maintenance fees.
Under the current situation, this money still has to be paid, but it is really painful.
It was also at this moment that Poona suddenly realized that maybe she was really naive and actually thought that with thirty thousand silver coins, she could enjoy herself for the rest of her life.
Bah! Will other priests have more demands for money? If things continue like this, the money box will shrink soon?!
"If I had known this, why would I go to him to order glassware when I was full? This is great. I offended Rurik a little. I hope this kid doesn't bear grudges against me." She mentally cursed her own stupidity and
Short-sighted.
Bona shook her teeth and signaled to a lower-level priest: "Go find a good wooden board and prepare the ink. Me! I want to sign a contract with Rurik, and you will all get your own crystal cup soon. Oh no!"
It’s a glass, the magical glass from Valhalla in Asgard!”