Bona loves money, and Rurik has yet to get in touch with her properly. 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 priest who liked money very much.
Therefore, from the beginning, Rurik had a preconceived prejudice against Bona.
So why was Bona appointed as the next high priest?
The reasons are quite complex.
After all, the existing female priests of the Ross tribe were 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 Vilia's permission.
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 the truly religious.
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 was willing to learn the prayers and look at the ancient wooden documents.
Except for her, the other priests either had no opinion, and some even didn't trust Odin's existence that much.
The 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 behavior has been a bit excessive. But apart from being angry, Villa never thought about removing Bona's inheritance rights.
Perhaps there are potentially more suitable candidates among these lower-level priests, at least for now Vilia cannot find out. Besides, after all, Bona has presided over large-scale sacrifices under her own supervision. If she suddenly leaves the world, only Bona can continue to ensure that all the tribe's sacrifices can be on time and carried out according to the inherent specifications.
Even if Bona is not promising enough, at least she can preside over the ceremony.
Rurik was probably aware of this situation, and the power system within the priests had been finalized. Even if there are potential opponents, look at the current situation. Look at the lower-level priests sitting there like sculptures. Only Bona was speaking on behalf of all the priests throughout the process.
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 has also wavered?
Rurik originally hoped that they would continue to make soap for him. Of course, if their attitude was extremely determined, they would not do it.
Soap is not overly high-tech. It is possible to start a new workshop by yourself, but the production of soap will inevitably stop for a long period of time, which will eventually interfere with your transaction with the big businessman Gould.
What a businessman fears most is that the supplier stops production!
It seems 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.
Poona 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?"
"You..." Rurik criticized this Bona in his heart. But it seems that this is the only concession that Bona can 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 high blood pressure. This was the result of enjoyment. But Gould insisted on buying and selling all his life, and he used his own capital to make his strength stronger.
Bo Na, why should she? It was not his brother and his 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 is that person? It was Parla who questioned Poona's presumption that she had to wear a sacred antlered helmet and hand 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 her wrong behavior.
Vilia is very old. In the past few days, apart from being shocked by seeing more than ten boxes filled with gold and silver, Vilia has always been in a daze at other times.
Whoever serves as high priest has control over the use of the public wealth of the priests.
Bona made many promises to other priests in exchange for support. She had already given ten silver coins to each of the lower-level priests, but she only gave five to Parla.
The reason here is of course very blunt: you don't do a very good job on weekdays.
In this regard, Parla couldn't express her pain. She knew that she was targeted by Bo Na, but she contradicted her again. In the future, Bo Na would serve as the high priest and kick her out. Then she would be finished! When the time comes, he will be charged with "blaspheming Odin", which is no different from 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 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.
"Still can't there 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.
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 priest's longhouse. You make soap for Rurik, and 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 doesn't know the inside story, but he believes that this is the current situation.
Bona didn't want to take another half step back, so Rurik could only 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 profits according to the share ratio."
"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 Rurik 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 son of the leader 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 a woman is expected to carry out all the processes, she can certainly do everything, but the output 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 Parla, the woman, could serve as a teacher.
As for the soap-making workers, that’s easy to say. For example, his 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 give up their jobs suddenly.
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?"
Bona was actually asking questions knowingly. The lower-level priests had inquired about it and found out that Klavason 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.
Bona smiled hurriedly: "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 goods for a huge profit is the key.
He and Klavasen succeeded in making glassware, and its shape also became more complicated. It is so rare and beautiful that it naturally commands 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 inappropriate.
Then set a real market price for her! She'd better order more, so that her proud basket of silver coins could quickly shrink.
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, Poona 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 speechless and unreasonable. Her eyes glanced at the lower-level priests on the left and right, but she simply didn't 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.
Bona 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 continued to raise 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.
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, and 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." There was obviously something in Rurik's words.
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 Pona, 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? "
As he spoke, Rurik continued to follow the temptation, 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. There were 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 sister should be given some treasure.”
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 have control over the priest's common money box. Remember, you are not the only owner of the money box, it is the common 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 a cup of the most ordinary 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 soothed, and some even had a faint smile. This shows that they really hope to get a large share of the huge tribute as much as possible instead of being monopolized by Bo Na.
Even for Vilia, Rurik estimated that she was suffering from physical illness, so that 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 discount price of 100 silver coins for the most common cup. The total is 9,000 silver coins! What do you think, do you think my decision is very merciful? ?”
kindness? Pooh! Bona secretly cursed Rurik as the most evil businessman. Where is the child blessed by Odin? Isn't Rurik's behavior possessed by Loki's soul? !
Listen, is this what people say? Loki must have reminded him.
So, maybe I...
After thinking about it wildly, Bona really wanted to believe it. She originally felt that this sacred chief priest's house was a sacred place that could communicate with the Asgard dimension. Maybe, Evil Loki is already paying attention.
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 boy of his was really something. I only have the body of an eight-year-old, what a beautiful little boy! I have become a big profiteer today, but why do I always feel so comfortable?
Rurik still didn't want to stop and continued: "Actually, I can also arrange for Klavason to produce more complex glasses or even 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 glass vessels, totaling a thousand silver coins. Will you 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 already had great power, so how could she be manipulated by this child?
This is great! In order to maintain the trust of other priests, ten thousand silver coins became the maintenance fee.
Under the current situation, this money still has to be paid, but it is really painful.
It was also at this point that Bo Na suddenly realized that maybe she was really naive, actually thinking that she could enjoy herself for the rest of her life with 30,000 silver coins.
Pooh! Will other priests have more money to spend? If things continue like this, the cash box will soon shrink? !
"I had known this, so I went 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 shortsightedness. .
Bona shook her teeth and signaled to a lower-level priest: "Go find a good wooden board and prepare 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 Asgard’s Valhalla!”
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Brother Chapter 164 I have to find a way to cheat her out of 10,000 silver coins
