Gould felt that he had to show his hand to the chief of the tribe, and also to open the eyes of the onlookers, even his family and guards.
Suddenly, he drew his dagger, and this sight really startled Ungreave.
Gould asked calmly: "Look at this sword. It is sharp and shiny, just like our friendship is long and stable."
"This is..." For a moment, Angreev noticed that the color of the sword was different, it was brighter and whiter.
"This is called Stellasvord." Gould introduced a brand-new vocabulary, and he hurriedly explained: "The Russians have mastered a magical skill, and they can make some magical swords. I spent two pounds of silver to order this sword!
Maybe you don’t believe that my sword can cut off your sword!”
"Really? I don't believe it."
The only thing Ungreave is proud of is his status as a warrior in his life. As he gets older, he was still very strong when he was young. The scars on his upper body covered by clothes are his medals of honor. Especially the scars under his eyes, that
He was injured by a stray arrow.
In that battle, the Danes fired a few arrows, but unfortunately he was bruised, but fortunately his eyes were saved.
Is sending archers into battle a manly thing to do? Real men should compete in martial arts by chopping each other down with swords.
Ungreave pulled out his sword, and he looked confident: "Come on! If you can cut it off, I can say that your sword is really a magic sword."
"Oh? Do you think I am too fat to hold a sword? But if I cut off your sword..."
"It doesn't matter, I also want to see the miracle you mentioned."
The Russians can always come up with interesting things. Today, Angreev was purely out of interest, so he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and said: "Come on! Cut it!"
"Really let me come?!" Seeing that the other party was serious, Gould smiled honestly: "Oh, my dear brother, you think so highly of me as a seal. Do you really think that a person like me can be as good as a warrior?"
Ordinary combat? I don’t want to insult your sword, so just let my warrior captain come in person."
Gould waved and ordered Javro, who was watching the theater, to come closer.
"Master, what are your orders?" Yevluo, who had short and unkempt hair, bowed and waited for the order.
"Take my sword and cut off his sword."
"As you command!"
The moment Jevro grasped the sword, he realized that it was different.
It’s not that the hilt of this dagger is inlaid with beautiful gems, but the distinctive color of the blade. Ever since Jevro was bought home by Gould, he has been trained as a swordsman for more than ten years! So!
Over the years, Yevluo has accumulated too much "experience in killing people."
Holding the sword tightly, Jevro shook it left and right first to evaluate its strength. He was surprised to notice that the sword was actually flexible.
Because ordinary iron swords have no elasticity. It is common for them to bend in battle! The only advantage is that it is not easy to break.
Now that his master had given the order, Jevro finally clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, yelled, and slashed at Angreev's sword.
Just a crisp sound was heard, and the sword split into two sections.
The half-sword blade that was chopped away spun wildly in the air and finally fell to the ground.
The scene fell into extreme silence for a time!
Ungreave opened his eyes wide, and he was silent for a long time before he realized what he had invented.
When Jevro witnessed this strange scene, he immediately checked whether he had broken his master's divine sword. He especially stared at the blade of the sword that was most likely to break. As a result, he raised the sword to face the sun and couldn't see it at all.
Any trace of the blade.
The master's sword is not damaged at all!
Realizing this fact, Yevlo broke into a cold sweat on the spot.
It was Ungreave who also had sweaty feet: "Gould, my friends, the Russians... how could they possibly?!"
"Haha. Because they have been blessed by Odin." Gould shrugged and took the opportunity to show off: "Their leader's name is Otto. You have met this man before."
"Yes, I have seen him. It was a long time ago. That man didn't come to this remote place like ours for many years."
"He has a son named Rurik." As he spoke, Gould turned his back and pointed to his ship with his big finger: "Rurik has received favors and brought many things that are not available in the world. For example, this beheading
The divine sword that can break ordinary swords was made with the wisdom of Valhalla. In addition, there are many magical things that come from Valhalla!"
"Is this... is this true?" You said that the businessman's words were not very trustworthy, so after seeing the miracle, Angreev had to think hard.
"Rurik, he may be an ancient heroic spirit. He came back to the world without Odin's order. However, maybe he has forgotten his identity, but retains a lot of knowledge of Valhalla. Now, the Russians have begun
Equipped with such a sword!"
This was said to Ungreave and also to Jevlo. Jevlo will definitely have a new identity in the future. Gould hopes that this young man who was trained by him will be able to help him after giving it to Rurik.
Get more security guarantees. Therefore, Yevlo must be made aware of Rurik’s extraordinaryness at the first time.
Hearing this, Ungreave wasn't just sweating on the soles of his feet, he was sweating all over.
Angreev said angrily: "Oh, fortunately we are solid allies with them. If an enemy had mastered such a terrifying weapon, wouldn't we be the same!"
"You don't have to worry." Gould said, patting his heart: "My brother, I have stayed in the fjord of the Russians every winter in these years. I and Rurik are already friends. I will represent Onkla
He must establish a good relationship with him. Ungreave, you never have to worry. As long as we don't take the initiative to destroy the alliance, our relationship will always be like brothers."
Ungreave was very pleased and asked: "Oh, now that my sword is broken, I also want to buy a sword like this. If I can buy it with two pounds of silver, I am willing to pay for it."
The implication is that this guy just wants to buy his own sword.
Of course, this business is not impossible. A businessman! As a businessman, as long as the price is high enough, you can sell anything, even your soul!
Gould was pursuing the best interests. He immediately said: "The cost of my sword is two pounds of silver. I am a businessman. If you want to get it now, please give me four pounds of silver."
"you!"
"What? My heart hurts?! My friend, we are in business! If you have any reasons, of course you can go to Roseburg in person with the money. But the local blacksmiths have already started working day and night, and they won't do it just because you are from Onclas.
The big boss will reduce the price, let alone make it for you in advance. Moreover, they must believe that you as the leader have huge wealth, and they will take the opportunity to raise the price. My friend, you will not be able to get even four pounds of silver.
Bar."
"You!" Angreev really liked it and couldn't stand being looked down upon by Gould. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, cheering up: "I'll buy it! I can get it for just four pounds of silver coins!"
"Of course, you are also a rich man. My friend, please allow me to go to the council chamber first and let us talk about some important things."
"Okay! I'm just going back to get the money."
The Onkras tribe is just a larger village! In order to maintain the operation of the tribe, the tribesmen have to pay taxes to the big leader.
The farmers pay taxes to the village chief, and the village chief provides public services to the farmer group. A tacit understanding is naturally born between them, which turns into a contract.
One advantage of being a big leader is that he doesn't have to do any work himself. Ungreave is particularly satisfied with this.
The so-called tax means that farmers and hunters pay some grain or fur regularly according to the family.
As for the dozen or so big businessmen in the tribe, don't expect to get even a single copper coin out of their mouths.
The Gould family was very wealthy, but he just refused to give the big leader a penny. In this regard, Angreev could only scold the merchants in his heart for their immorality. However, the tribe needed a considerable amount of daily necessities and needed the trafficking of merchants. First of all,
I can't force the merchants to take out the money through force. Secondly, even with force, they won't be able to run away after hearing the news? In that case, who will come to the remote Ankelas to sell goods?
Gould's eldest son was also a fat man, but this young man was ordered to take his wife to stay at the Melalen tribe's market to run Gould's dealership in Melalen. What was more regrettable for the old guy was that
The eldest son clearly did not inherit his own talents. The two children his daughter-in-law gave birth to were actually daughters, who well inherited his obesity.
After all, that was his granddaughter, and Gould felt regretful that he had to show a smile to the children on the surface.
But the future is still bright! He still has many sons, and his body can even enable more maids to give birth to new sons for him. In fact, until now, Gould is a little dizzy when facing his children and grandchildren. The child is really
Too many! And the number of children with their own bloodline is still increasing.
Now, he ordered the guys he hired from Rossburg. He had hired a group of porters at the dock, as well as his own various servants, totaling more than 200 people, to help him load and unload the heavy cargo on the ship.
After all, in this era when port machinery, even the most primitive "human-powered squirrel cage crane" had not been invented, the Angkola people simply did not think of the possibility of these equipments. They could only rely on shoulder-carrying to carry them to Gur.
Do things ethically.
Of course, those who were employed were a large group of farmers who gathered at the dock waiting for work. They all knew that Gould must have given him a huge sum of money of no less than one silver coin in moving the goods!
For ordinary farmers, a silver coin is already a very gratifying income, which means that they can exchange it for new farming tools, or buy half a deerskin to make a leather coat from a Norwegian businessman who occasionally crosses the mountains.
Accompanied by his guard captain Jevro and nine other guards, Gould walked towards the tribe's meeting hall with extremely confident steps.
It seemed that it had just rained, and the roads in the tribe were a little muddy. Looking at the houses of the tribesmen and the old women leaning at the door and watching them, a sense of regret came to my heart.
A winter has passed! Angkola is still the same, as if ten or twenty years later, it is still the same.
Look at the Rus people again, everything is changing dramatically! Otto is leading his people to build new settlements, Arik is leading his people to launch a war of revenge, and Rurik is quietly and quickly making progress through more inventions.
The Russians improve their strength.
The development of a tribe must be inseparable from the decisions of its leader and his family!
The power of the Russians is growing day by day, but their hometown Onkras is stagnant!
Seeing these scenes, how come Gould doesn't want to leave here? As a businessman, of course he has to hang out with powerful people. It's best to make allies and form an interest group.
Gould came to the tribe's meeting hall. He arrived a little earlier, and soon, the wealthy members of the tribe came over.
This group of colleagues is definitely not here to discuss matters. He just wants to have a good chat with Gould as soon as possible and try to buy Gould's products. Yes, Gould's second-tier dealers, these colleagues are third-tier dealers.
The merchants of Onkras secretly have an unwritten agreement, that is, merchants who purchase goods from Gould cannot go to the Melalen Market. Of course, they can also go secretly, that is, they and Gould
Germany has no price advantage at all. Third-level traders buy goods from second-level traders, but they have to earn a price difference. They can't make money in Melalen, and it becomes profitable to sell goods to other allies.
Therefore, Gould, a merchant in the Onkras system, has almost monopolized the trade with the Melalen tribe. Regarding the trade with other allies, Gould will not personally participate in the trade, just to give the guys a chance to eat.
Everyone sat on the leather cushions and had a good time. The businessmen asked about Gould's magical experience in Fort Ross, and of course, about the Excalibur.
After all, it is a treasure! Both of us are businessmen. If we can buy it for four hundred silver coins, everyone can afford it.
Some of them have already suggested that they should not care about Ungreave's mood, and that everyone should compete for this sword, and whoever pays more will sell it to him!
To be honest, Gould was really moved. He felt itchy in his heart and felt that this matter was not impossible.
Who is that Ungreave? He's a businessman! The principle is whoever has the higher price will sell the goods to whom.
After a while, Ungreave came with the money bag. Everyone could see that the old guy's face was very complicated.
Ungrieve couldn't show any style in front of Gould. He tried his best to make himself look luxuriously dressed, but in the end he was just like an ordinary merchant of the tribe.
He put the money bag on the table and shook it deliberately to prove that it was full of money.
Four Roman pounds of silver coins, totaling more than 1,500 grams.
"The money belongs to you, and the sword belongs to me. Let's trade now."
Gould smiled naively: "No! Chief, I changed my mind."
"What? You won't sell it? Oh, well, after all, it's your sword, and I shouldn't take away people's love." As he said that, Ungrieve put the silver bag next to him, feeling deeply in his heart.
Glad.
Ungreave was really guilty. He had to know that it was really painful for him to take out this money. He was in a conflict. After all, the sword was not long. It was obviously a short sword for self-defense.
It is used for frontal combat. Buying it is more to show your identity. It costs four hundred silver coins. If you want to save face, you will lose your dignity.
Gould shook his head: "Because of the merchants, there are many people who are willing to pay higher prices. Big leader, if you can bid higher..."
"What?!" Ungreave, who understood the situation in an instant, was immediately unhappy. He tried his best to suppress his mood.
Gould also stopped his chest: "As you can see, the one with the highest price gets it. Now, let's start negotiating. The price starts from four hundred silver coins."