In the morning, Rurik put on his fresh white clothes made of white fox and ferret, with a black cowhide belt restraining his small waist.
A sword inlaid with precious stones hung on his waist, and a long sword was carried on his back.
This is my father's sword, and it is also my future self's sword.
Carrying the sword alone, Rurik felt like a leader.
The fish market this morning was busier than before. Those who fished at night had already encountered a group of merchant ships arriving early. They learned that the large fleet was just resting on the beach, and soon the fleet entered the port.
The Ross people, who had received the news in advance, had already gathered at the beach, carrying coins and waiting for guests from afar.
Here, Rurik prepared the most wealth!
Early in the morning, he greeted his trusty Fisk and Kanuf, and the three children hurried to the priest's longhouse.
After greeting High Priest Vilia, he opened the key to the room and confirmed the huge wealth under his control.
"Boss, so much... so much money?" Fisk's legs trembled when he saw the huge wealth for the first time, and he was at a loss for a moment. Possession naturally appeared in Fisk's mind.
want.
"What? Is there really a lot of money?" Rurik asked calmly.
"Yes...this is your..."
"It's my treasury, and it's also the treasury of us Russians." Unlike the surprised Fisk and Kanuf, Rurik's face remained calm. "I just counted it. Are you envious? Listen,
Your poverty is only temporary. Follow me and you two will be rich one day. Now come with me and I will take you to meet a luxurious guy."
If we talk about luxury, Rurik's outfit is extremely extravagant. He dressed himself up as a pretty little boy, and the big sword on his back confirmed his noble status.
When ordinary people in the tribe see such a figure, most of them stay away out of fear.
There are also many people who have been receiving favors from Rurik on weekdays and live a life without having to worry about starving to death. Such people stood obediently, smiled and bowed slightly to Rurik.
Even though Gould left Roseburg for a time, he still left behind a group of mercenaries and maids to take care of the operation of his house. Since it was necessary to move this year, there has been a lot of construction work near Gould's house.
It's just that Gould's actions are very different from those of some Russian families.
The chief's new home is about to be completed, and ordinary people regard the chief's house as a benchmark. Fence-style wooden houses with wooden floors are being constructed in an orderly manner. In Gould, traditional wooden longhouses are still being built.
The fat Snoreva knew the responsibility he shouldered. His father would eventually grow old and he would be the one to shoulder the burden of the family. He was glad that his meeting with the leader of Ross was very successful, at least he did not feel a little bit anxious.
Leader Ross, on the other hand, looks a little strange as a man, as if... drunk. Thinking back carefully about the situation at that time, the air was indeed filled with the aroma of alcohol. All of this probably came from the crystal bottle in the leader's hand?
A mercenary hurriedly ran into the mansion.
"Sir, the son of the leader of Ross is here!"
"The son of the leader? Rurik?" Snoleva originally planned to wait for the leader of Rus, or wait a little longer and go to the beach to wait for his father's fleet. Unexpectedly, the son of the leader who he was supposed to meet in person came to visit him.
."Quick! Let him in."
Rurik was not hindered in any way. After all, even if the mercenaries stationed here had objections to Rurik, they remained humble when they saw the leader's sword.
Rurik entered the room, and he even looked arrogant, or in other words, his small body still showed a heroic spirit.
At this moment, Snoleva was leaning on a legless armchair with a chest, facing a table with cold meat, dried plums and ale. He was in a good mood, but the people who came were actually three children.
Snoleva thought it was a bit ridiculous.
"What? Where is your leader? Who among you is Rurik?"
Why is this fat man's attitude so frivolous? Has this person always been like this?
Rurik had a dull face: "I am Rurik, the son of the leader of Rus, the future legal leader. I know you, you are Snoreva, the eldest son of Gould."
Snoreva's eyes lit up: "Oh? You know me too? Ah, I really didn't expect you to be a child. Oh, I'm a little sorry. I would be very happy if your leader came in person."
"Huh?" Rurik narrowed his eyes, feeling offended again: "Can't just one child?"
Hearing this, Snoleva picked up his exquisite crystal cup, took a sip of ale, and chuckled: "Are you still here to discuss business with me? I have heard many legends about you. It is said that you are a man who was fascinated by the gods.
Blessed child, now it seems...oh, not bad."
"What? Not bad?!"
"Oh, since you are here, please sit down first. I will go to the pier in a while."
Rurik nodded, then calmly untied the hemp rope tied to his body. He picked up his father's sword, suddenly pulled out the wooden scabbard, and inserted the sword hard into the sandy ground in the longhouse: "Do you know
Got this?!"
"This..." Snoleva was startled.
But the mercenaries were like that, so someone approached Snoreva and whispered in his ear: "Sir, maybe you really shouldn't neglect him, even if he is a child. Those legends are true, and this sword is also the sword of the leader.
Maybe, maybe the real leader of the Rus people is this child. The leader of the Rus might have been secretly handed over."
The mercenary's words made Snoleva feel even more ridiculous, but then he thought about it, Carlotta who was rescued by his father actually became the leader of Ostara.
Is there any miracle that cannot happen in this world?
Rurik raised his head and commanded in his childish voice: "Snoreva, in the name of the leader of Rus, I order you to kneel down! Your father has surrendered to me. You! You must kneel down to me."
Snoleva was shocked that a child actually staged a show for himself.
But those mercenaries actually knelt down on one knee and exercised the etiquette of a warrior, as if this child was the benefactor.
No! That child was not the financial sponsor. It must have been the mercenaries who felt the pressure and knelt down one after another.
This action made Snolev extremely embarrassed.
In fact, Rurik himself is a little timid. It is true that his small body always looks very inconsistent when compared with the long sword "Destroyer". Besides, he is wearing a set of expensive clothes today, more like a businessman.
A child.
Seeing the other party's hesitation, Rurik held the hilt of the big sword with both hands: "Your family has moved to the territory of the Rus. According to our agreement, your safety should be protected by me, so kneel down immediately! Si
Noreva, I was going to buy all the goods shipped by your father immediately, but your indifference makes me angry."
"Oh! No!" The only mention of money made Snoleva completely panicked.
Like father, like son? That’s not true. Snoleva and Gould have different personalities.
Snoreva has different prejudices against the leaders of each tribe in the alliance. The leader of his hometown is a big landowner who exploits the poor, the leader of Melalen is very greedy and hypocritical, and the leader of Ross seems to have always decided to stay in the north, and now there are still
A little girl actually became the leader of Ostara.
Snoleva prefers to do business freely, but Gould, this old guy wanders around the entire alliance's controlled area, really knows that he needs the protection of the powerful.
Snoreva naturally had a contemptuous attitude towards leaders of all kinds. Now that the Russian leader sent his son, Snoreva also deliberately neglected him.
But, money is money.
The fat man stood up immediately. He really knew the meaning of Rurik's attitude. The family would immediately get an unprecedented wealth from the deal with the leader of Ross.
He was well-dressed but not clean, and he looked like a turtle lying on all fours.
"Get up." Rurik said calmly.
Only then did Snoleva get up, then approach Rurik, clasping his hands together, with a flattering smile that made the fat on his face tremble.
"I'm here to discuss business with you on behalf of the leader. I'm actually very familiar with this place." After Rurik looked left and right again, he looked at Snoleva, whose eyes were shining: "The money is ready.
When I see the goods I want, the wealth will be brought to your family's residence as soon as possible. I advise you to kneel more when you see me in the future, and don't lie down like a turtle, kneeling on one knee like a warrior.
Just land. You must remember that our powerful Russians do not protect you businessmen for no reason, nor do we give you Gould family preferential treatment for no reason."
"Ah! Yes, I'm at fault." Snoleva complimented. This move also made Rurik understand that this fat man is probably far inferior to his father's character. After all, Gould is an old guy who has seen strong winds and waves.
, knows how to make choices, and also has his own pride.
This Snoleva is so good, he is like a "tool man of capital". As long as he can make money, he is willing to kneel down and lick the buyer's boots clean.
If this is the best, such "capital tool people" can develop into Russian tool people.
"I'm just going to sit down. The main purpose of this trip is to meet you. You, prepare some food for my brothers."
"Yes, yes." Snoleva nodded as if he was talking, and immediately called the servant.
It can be said that from the perspective of Kanuf and Fisk, their boss only used a few words to make a well-dressed businessman lie on the ground.
What a feat of a king!
The son of the leader holding the leader's sword, Rurik's heroic appearance shocked Fisk beyond the huge amount of wealth he had seen before.
After some rest, Rurik's stomach was filled with a lot of meat.
While he was eating, Rurik's eyes fell on the glass cup that Snoleva was playing with. After observing it carefully, he really wanted to laugh.
"Didn't I make this broken cup? How come it was treasured by this Snoleva? It's ridiculous. No! Those businessmen took my cup to the south. It was them! Unexpectedly, it was bought by Gould?
That's possible, that fat man likes to collect some strange treasures."
Rurik kept his words in his heart, and he felt confident.
Because those merchants who transport glassware will not engage in loss-making transactions, since Gould believes that glassware is a rare treasure? OK! There are hundreds of glass bottles filled with spirits behind!
There's no point in sitting around any longer.
Rurik got up with his two assistants. The three of them had a free meal at Gould's mansion, but the owner, Snoleva, was already dancing with his belly raised.
The beach was already crowded, and Ryuk and Harold Zuosen successfully met at the agreed place.
After seeing the leader's sword, Harold Johnson was shocked.
"Rurik! Didn't the leader come?"
"That's right. Today, I will take on the responsibility of the leader."
Hearing this, Haro Zuosen was surprised again, but after thinking about it again, he felt a little relieved. He said lightly: "I think this is actually a test given by your father. You will be our leader in the future."
When he said these words, he felt secretly happy because his son Kanuf had become a close follower of the future leader. He even did not forget to take him with him to the "leader trial".
"Yes, it's just a trial. When Gould comes, I will negotiate with him personally."
"Okay." Haro Zuosen covered his chest with his right hand and bowed slightly: "Then chief, I will leave everything to you."
The leader? Rurik smiled slightly: "Okay, I am the leader. I should also show off and let you know my abilities."
Today, the people of the Rus tribe all wear their best clothes.
Anyone who can wear snow-white clothes here is without exception not a wealthy person, but there are very few such people.
Rurik’s white fox and ferret fur and his tied up blond hair made the whole look really eye-catching in the crowd.
Matching his brilliance were his mother, who arrived belatedly, and the head maid Rumia, who was wearing huge silver jewelry. The arrival of these two women could not cover up Rurik's brilliance at all.
It can even be said that before Rurik grew a beard, it was okay for him to rely on today's clothes and pretend to be a girl.
The midday sun shines brightly on the world, and the warm south wind rushes into the fjord, making people feel even more comfortable.
Not far away, a large fleet is coming!
They came in great numbers, and their sails were raised and shining brightly in the sun.
People on the shore have been looking forward to it for a long time, and they have even prepared a large number of beach locations for the upload.
It is best for the Ross transport ship to find a real dock and lean on the trestle to dock. Gould himself has no worries about docking. He has been operating in Rossburg for so many years and has naturally built a reliable dock.
That is, compared to previous years, the size of his caravan this year has expanded four times!
Gould actually moved most of his belongings to Ross.
The long voyage made the old fat man feel bad, but when he finally arrived at his destination, his energy suddenly lifted.
"Sister, the shore is the territory of the Ross people? It's really like the legendary settlement built in the fjord." Ella was pleased and at the same time in awe, because she could see from her eyes that Ross
The scale of human homes is really large.
What is different from the Melalen tribe is that the Melalen tribe is established on the riverside plains. Of course, they can bloom everywhere without any restraint. Although the population of Melalen is huge, their residences are also quite scattered.
The Russians are the complete opposite! Fort Ross was built on the gentle slopes of the mountainous area, which is a natural harbor, so it is narrow and densely populated.
Carlotta was also shocked, "Really, there are houses everywhere! There are boats everywhere on the coast?! Why are there so many?! These are the Russians."
"This is the territory of the Russians." Gould said proudly.
"Sir, are all our people going to live here next?" Carlotta asked Gould tentatively, her words very respectful.
"It depends on the attitude of the leader of the Rus. Based on my understanding of them, not only will you be able to settle down, but your life will quickly return to peace."
Carlotta smiled happily.
After experiencing a war, she was deeply aware of the value of peace. The adventure in Melalen also made her realize that there are kind people, but the premise is that they are truly foresight and not hypocrites.
A moment later, Gould stood on the bow of the ship, facing all the oarsmen on his flagship: "Brothers, run to our own pier, lead everyone forward carefully, and don't damage the plank of the plank road..."
He shouted loudly and personally directed the steering of the flagship.
Gould's fleet began to make a general movement, and other small caravans went straight to the beaches cleaned by the Russians.
As usual, the migratory merchants have a tacit understanding with the Russians. There are some beach areas where the Russians will not stop their ships. It is all because of the tacit understanding that those areas are reserved for merchants to park their ships. The so-called ships only need to dock their ships.
Then they will continue to be pulled to the beach full of sand and gravel. For the next six months, most of these ships will be placed on the shore to ensure that the frozen sea ice will not damage the ships.
Even Gould's large merchant ship had to do this, provided he carried all the cargo.
However, the situation was beyond Gould's imagination.
His original intention was to pull the wheat transport ship to the trestle first, so that he could immediately hire the strong men of Russia who were waiting for work on the shore and hire them to move the goods.
However, the potential energy of the ships was too strong! The three transport ships were not deployed properly, and the ships reinforced with oak boards were squeezed. The ships themselves were fine, but the trestle collapsed, causing more than 20 people on the trestle to fall into the water.
inside.
Rurik really witnessed this situation: "Did that old guy bring too many goods? That's fine."
Rurik also noticed Snoleva's suddenly pale face, and he asked: "What's wrong with you? It seems that your fleet has not encountered any big problems."
"Damn it! I was suspicious when I saw this trestle. It was too brittle. I really don't understand why my father didn't repair it properly. Now we can build a new one." After complaining, Snoleva suggested: "My leader
, let’s go over there now.”
"That's fine. I want to see Gould as soon as possible."
Rurik was very happy that Snoleva called him "the leader". It seemed that this guy was also into the drama.
A large sword was still tilted on his back, and the huge ruby on the hilt was particularly conspicuous. What also stood out was Rurik's white furry outfit.
It’s very interesting to say that, after all, the most precious fur in Northern Europe is basically ferret fur. In the era before artificial breeding, hunting ferrets became a technical job, and ferrets only grow white in winter.
fur, which makes it even more difficult to capture.
Wealthy people invariably use ferrets to decorate themselves, and the bigger reason is that it is precious.
Faced with the dilemma, Gould could only organize the fleet to make a slight turn and perform traditional beaching operations. Although this would damage the keels of the ships, it would still be better than if the fleet stayed on the sea for a long time.
It's better not to dock.
Heavy ships head straight to the beach, where the sand and rocks will cushion the ship's impact.
Gould only grabbed the wooden stick tied with the rope at the bow of the boat, and his eyes suddenly saw a white boy on the shore.
Is it a child?!
He took a closer look and suddenly became happy: "It's Rurik! It seems that the leader of Ross has also arrived."
However, Otto did not come.
Even Otto stayed in his family home and slept soundly, dreaming about Valhalla in his mind. The reality was that all his family members ran to the beach, and almost all the old friends went there, even his own sword.
It was also handed over to his son for temporary custody.
In a sense, Otto lost power for a short period of time and became a true loner.
But it didn't matter anymore. He felt that his beloved Ross tribe had finally found the perfect new home, and he didn't have too many worries anymore. So, he used to hate being drunk, but now he himself has gradually begun to indulge in pleasure.
He is the big leader, and currently only Rurik dares to make some criticism.
Gould wanted to have a good chat with Otto after landing, especially to discuss the purchase of goods. After all, there were too many goods, and Gould did not have so much confidence in Rurik.
If it is too high, it is of course possible to reduce the price, but Gould feels that these matters should be discussed with the big leader Otto in person.
The result? Gould was doomed to miscalculate, but he definitely did not lose.