Fo Degen seemed to readily give the deposit, but he returned to his camp in a bad mood.
The three old cows were slaughtered on the road, and the remaining meat was shared among the refugees.
With only his elite men under his command, Fordegen 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 trip 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 orphans. Since that old guy Gould is willing to be a good person, all the orphans will be handed over to him. This is the cost. Considering that he only paid the freight, he was cheated.
Four pounds of silver, plus the loss of food on the road, all the money had to be reimbursed by Gould!
You may only be able to make up for your unhappy mood by drinking.
It was nightfall, and in the distance was the Glen 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 sat together. The so-called loyalty, of course, is bought with money, and now, he wanted 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 craft brewing of the Hjermalen people is so high?!”
He took a swig from a wooden cup, and his subordinates happily 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!"
Helplessly, the two members of the team who discovered the opportunity had no choice but to reluctantly get close to the old guy.
Fordgen stroked their braids and clasped their silver hairpins. He estimated that the identity of the two children was not as simple as a shepherdess. Even now, does their past still matter?
Fordegen felt like he was stroking two little forest cats. It seemed that they had really accepted his 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 for the time being.
Although the craft ale is at the level of dry red wine, the oak cup in Vodgen's hand is enough to hold close to 500 ml.
The good wine they bought from the Hjelmalen people was packed in oak barrels carefully crafted by coopers, with only one pouring outlet tightly blocked by a wooden block.
Its alcohol content has reached the limit of deep fermentation, and it is really a challenge for Ella to tolerate this excessive wine aroma.
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.
Owner?
right!
Now Carlotta is like a kitten, deliberately rubbing against the chest of this old guy, Fordegen.
Fo Degen, who was already excited by drinking, felt even more energetic.
He took the wine glass and took a fierce sip, causing a lot of spilled wine to drip on Carlotta's head.
Ella struggled to remove the cork of the new barrel, and the strong smell of alcohol spurted out. The girl subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, and struggled to refill the cup.
At this moment, Carlotta suddenly preached to her sister seriously: "Bring the wine quickly! Our master hasn't had enough!"
The clumsy Fordgen grabbed Carlotta's golden braid and said, "Carlotta, don't talk about your sister like that."
"Sir, we... just want to serve you well."
"Really?!" Fordegen was obviously confused. His mind was actually very excited, but his whole body seemed to be out of control. He grabbed Carlotta's neck very roughly, scaring the girl so much that she thought she was going to be strangled to death by this man.
, the result is of course not like this.
When Carlotta smelled the strong aroma of that glass of wine, she knew how powerful it was. The better the wine, the spicier it was, and the harder it was to drink. That’s what she thought, and she knew that such wine was more
A puddle of flesh that could easily make a strong warrior faint.
"It seems that you... are smart girls. You two are my wives, Carlotta... Carlotta, you actually know everything... Maybe you already want to serve me in another way. Nothing is enough.
At that time, you were 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 to heal you."
Having said that, Fordgen let go of his hand.
Carlotta covered her neck and coughed twice, then personally held the wine glass and handed it to the unsteady Fordegen. The glass was directly pressed against his beard, and she looked at the red-faced Fordegen with a smile.
"Sir, keep drinking."
"Okay! Let's drink! Brothers, I am very happy today, everyone is going to get drunk! Celebrate...celebrate that we have arrived in the safety of Hjärmalen! Celebrate that I...conquered two wives."
But the mercenaries thought that the sponsor was joking. Other businessmen were looking for young women to take them back. They didn't expect that their sponsor wanted to train their own women from an early age. After all, the sponsor is the sponsor, and today's sponsor is in a good mood.
, but spent money to buy nearly an oxcart of craft beer!
Didn't the sponsor buy so many drinkers with the intention of transporting them to the Mälaren Market and selling them? Looking at the crowd, it was clear that everyone was drinking happily.
Yes, who would have thought that the Hjelmalen people still have such good wine, and today it is also a treat for the sponsor.
So what are the worries?
The entire caravan of Verdegen was drinking happily, and this was exactly what Carlotta wanted to see.
Finally, Fodegen got into his tent with his remaining consciousness. Some mercenaries also returned to their tents, and many others were lying beside the campfire in a very twisted posture. Some even
Still holding the beef in his hand, he fell asleep.
The night was already deep, and Fordgen was wrapped in a sheepskin blanket and fast asleep in the tent. He had no idea how much alcohol had been poured into his body, and after all, his current condition was that of a hangover.
Completely different from him, my sister became more energetic after drinking some wine, while my sister didn't drink at all.
The elder sister Carlotta has remained awake, while the younger sister Ella has fallen asleep nestled next to her elder sister.
The three of them were in the same tent, probably because their flattery completely gained Fo Degen's attention, leaving Fo Degen and his people unprepared.
My sister stayed awake all the time and touched her wounds when she felt a little dazed. Finally, she got the opportunity she needed.
Carlotta gently shook her sister awake: "My dear, the time has come. We are ready to run."
Ella murmured weakly: "Sister, I thought you agreed with that man."
"Silly girl, that's deception. Now we can escape. Pay attention and keep a lookout."
As a result, 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 on the sandy grass, not only slipping
After leaving the tent, I also slipped to the campfire.
They picked up some leftover beef pieces and leftover wheat cakes, stuffed them into a linen bag they found, and disappeared where the campfire could not be found.
This night, due to a collective hangover, no one noticed the disappearance of the two children.
For Fordegen 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 slaves who escaped, rather than his own head being robbed.
Cut it down.
The day finally dawned, and Fodegen was very groggy. He woke up due to abdominal distension long after the sun had risen. He wanted to go out to relieve himself, but only after he got up did he realize that he had lost some treasures.
"Carlotta! Ella!"
Fordgen stared with wide eyes 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 pulled his beard hard and realized that he had woken up.
"Carlotta! Ella! Where are you?!"
Anxious, he stood up suddenly, but the severe pain in his head forced him to sit down.
He hurriedly put on his leather coat, ignored his boots, and walked out of the tent barefoot. As a result, he not only bumped into his own mercenaries, but also other people.
There were five tall, strong men from outside. They all wore fox fur hats with feathers on their heads. After all, everyone is a businessman, even a businessman who sells 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?"
"Bah! They're gone. By the way, did they come out to use the toilet?" As he said, Fo Degen looked left and right, and ordered his subordinates: "Hurry up and have a look at Caodong, find those two children and bring them to me.
return."
The mercenaries didn't understand the words of the benefactor, but they had no choice but to obey the benefactor's order, even though no one saw anyone coming out of the tent.
When the merchants in the fleet saw that Fo Degen was so negligent towards them and his party, 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 was, the more painful Fo Degen's head became.
Because even if the Yermalen people know how to craft their brews, even if the alcohol content is high, there are still a lot of impurities such as methanol mixed in. If you drink too much, you will inevitably get a headache.
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 became 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, Ford's head hurt, and his thoughts returned to today's business. "You actually dare to scold me."
"Vordegen, the Vordegen of Mälaren! We are all traveling together, and you know the rules of traveling together. I tell you, we set off now and will arrive at the Market of Mälaren tomorrow. If you miss today, we will
I’m not leaving. I don’t even want to take away the deposit you paid. You know the rules.”
Rules, 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 Yelmalun people. When the harvest season is coming, if he cannot meet the deadline, the business opportunities may be lost for a long time.
possess.
Working on a transport ship is a part-time job, and they wouldn't be willing to do it if it weren't for the huge amount of money given by Fordegen.
In a dilemma, Fordegen 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."
The mercenary immediately asked: "Sir, are you still looking for me?"
"Looking for? What are you looking for?! Those are two children who are looking for death. They don't want happiness. Why should I force them anymore! Alas, at least I still found two little treasures." At this point, Fo Degen could only comfort himself.
Suddenly, he stole the high-grade amber from the girl, and the financial benefits were actually good.
Fo Degen began to break camp, holding his breath and verbally apologizing to his colleagues for waiting. He also blamed himself a little, maybe he should have put a shackle on them from the beginning, and they would only give up if he took them back.
But then again, they are all from Ostara, so why did the other refugees become extremely respectful when they were only given some meat to eat?
Everyone was thinking about walking to the lake, where there was a fleet of boats docking.
Nearing the shore, Fordegen supervised the refugees under his control to board the ship. Here, all the children would be placed on the same large merchant ship.
Before that, he did not give up and personally screened the refugees. Unfortunately, there were no Carlotta or Ella 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 was talking, and hurried away as if he had grasped a glimmer of hope. "Quickly, where are they?!"
The woman was startled and said reluctantly: "They are the children of our tribal leader. Those two girls are already 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."
"Huh?" Things suddenly became bizarre, "Carlotta? Ella? The leader's child? How many girls with such a name are there in your tribe?"
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 people
!”
"You...could it be that the person who has been accompanying me these days is a ghost? Huh? Ah! That's not right!" In an instant, Fo Degen understood!
He lowered his head and muttered secretly: "Let me tell you, how can you be a shepherdess? You are actually the children of the leader of Ostara. Carlotta, you have arrogance and you are also very scheming, and you actually know how to deceive. You guys
Run away! Run away! The Hjelmalen people may not be as kind as me. You two became slaves of others, so you deserve it! You deserve to be eaten by wolves!"
To be honest, the new situation that Fordgen learned was completely like a bolt from the blue. He was even a little bit behind the scenes 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 betrothed according to the tradition of twelve years of age at all. A daughter may have a betrothal since she was born.
Who would have thought that the girl of the leader of Ostara was not dead?!
Although Fodegen estimated that the two girls might have sneaked into the Yermalen community, if he was willing, he could pay his mercenaries to find them. The possibility of finding them was actually quite high. He even felt that
Hungry, because of their identities, the two girls might finally be protected by the leader of the Yermalon people and become his adopted daughters.
The current situation is that maybe losing them will not cause any security risks.
Merchants should not touch the matter of transgression. Otherwise, who knows, the tribe of the girl's potential fiancé will attack her with unbridled anger.
He thought that his life during this period could be called magical. Even if he was served against his will yesterday, it was the girl from the leader of Ostara who was serving him. It was truly a dream experience.
Everything should be over, now it's better to go home and recuperate. After that, sell all the refugees in your hands to Gould.
Fordegen, he thinks that the Ostara people are poisonous, and he has had enough of their magical people. Leather workers? Forget it! When recruiting workers, he should recruit some honest ones. He even feels that the group of refugees he has on hand are...
They are a bunch of liars, guys who will run away as soon as they get ashore.
This time, Fordegen became vigilant. He ordered the mercenaries to tie the hands of all the refugees and tie knots around their necks to prevent them from escaping.
Fordegen got on the boat, and the fleet carried a lot of people, a large amount of cargo, and even wooden carts and oxen to pull the cargo, and headed for the exit from the lake.