In the morning, Rurik put on his fresh white clothes made of white fox or ferret, with a black cowhide belt restraining his small waist.
A jewel-encrusted sword hung on his waist, and a long sword, which he 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 is busier than ever this morning. Those who fished at night had already encountered a group of merchant ships that had arrived early. They learned that the large fleet was just resting on the beach. Soon, the fleet entered the port.
The Ross people, who had received the news in advance, had already gathered at the beach, waiting for the guests from afar with their coins.
Here, Rurik prepared the most wealth!
He greeted his trusty Fisk and Kanuf early in the morning, 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. A feeling of possessiveness naturally emerged in Fisk's mind.
"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." Different from the surprised Fisk and Kanuf, Rurik's expression remained unchanged. "I'm just taking stock. Are you envious? Listen, your poverty is only temporary. Follow me and you two will be rich one day. Now come with me and take you to meet a luxurious guy."
If we talk about luxury, Rurik's outfit is extremely luxurious. He dressed himself up as a pretty little boy, and the 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 Rurik's favor on weekdays and can live a life without having to worry about starving to death. Such a man 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 mansion. Since it is 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 leader's new home is about to be completed, and ordinary people regard the leader's house as a benchmark. Fence-style wooden buildings with wooden floors are being constructed in an orderly manner. Here in Gould, however, traditional wooden longhouses are still being built.
The fat Snoreva knew the responsibility he shouldered. His father would eventually grow old, and he would have to shoulder the burden of the family. He was fortunate that his meeting with Chief Ross was very successful, at least he didn't feel panic at all.
Chief Ross, on the other hand, looked a little strange as a man, as if he was...drunk. Thinking carefully about the situation at that time, the air was indeed filled with the aroma of alcohol. All of this probably comes from the crystal bottle in the leader's hand?
A mercenary hurried 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 Ross, or wait a little longer and go to the beach to wait for his father's fleet. Unexpectedly, the leader's son, whom he was supposed to meet in person, paid him a personal visit. "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 when he saw that the visitors were actually three children, Snoleva felt that 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 said with 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 dock 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 came close to 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 Ross people is this child. The leader of Ross may have been secretly handed over."
The mercenary's words made Snoleva feel even more ridiculous, but when 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 Ross, 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 on one knee on the spot, exercising the etiquette of a warrior, as if this child was the benefactor.
No! That child was not the 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 was a little timid. Indeed, his small body always seemed very inconsistent when compared with the long sword "Destroyer". Besides, I was wearing an expensive outfit today, and I looked more like the child of a businessman.
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!" Noreva, I wanted to buy all the goods your father shipped immediately, but your indifference makes me angry."
"Oh! No!" The only mention of money made Snoleva completely panicked.
Like father, like son? This is not the case. Snoleva and Gould had different temperaments.
Snoleva has different prejudices against the leaders of various tribes 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. The leader of Ross seems to have always decided to stay in the north. Now there is a little girl who has become 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 all kinds of leaders. 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 will immediately gain an unprecedented wealth due to the transaction with Chief 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 pulled to your family's residence as soon as possible. I advise you to kneel more when you see me in the future. Don't lie down like a turtle, kneel on one knee like a warrior. Just land. You must remember that our powerful Ross people do not protect you businessmen for no reason, nor do we give you Gould family preferential treatment for no reason."
"Ah! Yes, I was at fault." Snoleva complimented. This move also made Rurik understand that this fat man may be far inferior to his father's character. After all, Gould is an old guy who has seen strong winds and waves. He knows how to make choices and 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 people's tool people.
"I'm just going to sit down. The main thing on this trip is to meet you. You, prepare some food for my brothers."
"Yes, yes." Snoleva nodded like a fool, and then immediately called the servant.
It can be said that in the eyes of Kanuf and Fisk, their boss only used a few words to make a well-dressed businessman lie on the ground.
What a kingly feat!
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 eating, Rurik's eyes fell on the glass cup that Snoreva was playing with. After observing it carefully, he really wanted to laugh.
"Didn't I make this broken cup? Why was it 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 two boys. 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, Harrow Johnson was shocked.
"Rurik! Didn't the leader come?"
"Yes. 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 calmly: "I think this is actually a test for you by your father. You will be our leader in the future." He said this, feeling secretly happy because his son Kanuf has already He became a close follower of the future leader. Even the "Leader Trial" was not forgotten.
"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: "The big leader, I will leave everything to you."
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 Ross tribe are all dressed in 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 dazzling look were his mother, who arrived belatedly, and Rumia, the head maid who was wearing huge silver jewelry. The arrival of the two women could not cover up Rurik's beauty at all.
It can even be said that before Rurik grew a beard, he relied on today's clothes and pretended to be a girl.
The midday sun shines brightly on the world, and the warm south wind rushes into the fjord, making people feel 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 Russian transport ship to find a real dock and lean on the trestle to dock. Gould himself had no worries about docking. He had been operating in Roseburg for so many years and naturally built a reliable dock.
Compared with previous years, the size of his caravan this year has expanded four times!
Gould really 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 tell 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 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 slope 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 Rus people."
"This is the territory of the Ross people." Gould said proudly.
"Sir, are all our people going to live here next?" Carlotta asked Gould tentatively, her words very respectful.
"It all depends on the attitude of the leader of the Ross people. 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 great war, she was deeply aware of the value of peace as she survived the disaster. The adventure in Melalen also made her realize that there are good people, provided they are truly foresighted and not hypocritical.
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 Ross people.
As usual, the migratory merchants had a tacit understanding with the Russians. There are some beach areas where the Rus don't park their boats. It was all due to a tacit understanding that those areas were reserved for merchants to park their ships. The so-called ships only need to wash up on the beach, and then they will continue to be pulled to the beach full of sand and gravel. In 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 ships had to do this, provided he carried all the cargo.
But 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 ship is 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.
Rurik really witnessed this situation: "Did the old guy bring too much goods? That's fine."
Rurik also noticed Snoreva'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's 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 game.
A large sword was still tilted on his back, and the huge ruby on the hilt was particularly conspicuous. Also agreeing to be conspicuous 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. In the era before artificial breeding, hunting ferrets became a technical job. In addition, ferrets only grow white fur in winter, which makes it even more difficult to capture.
Wealthy people invariably use ferrets to decorate themselves. The bigger reason is that it is precious.
Faced with the dilemma, Gould could only organize the fleet to make a slight turn and do traditional beaching operations, except for secretly cursing the dealer. Although this will damage the keel of the ship, it is still better than the fleet lying on the sea and unable to dock.
The heavy boats headed straight for the beach, where the sand and gravel would surely soften the impact of the boats.
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."
But Otto did not come.
Otto even stayed in his family home and fell asleep, dreaming about Valhalla in his mind. The reality is that all the family members went to the beach, and almost all the old friends also went there. Even his own sword was temporarily kept by his son.
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 adopter, and he no longer had too many worries. Therefore, he once hated 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 didn't have that much confidence in Rurik. If Rurik's price was too high, of course it was possible to reduce the price, but Gould felt that he had to discuss these matters with the big leader himself. Please have a good chat.
The results of it? Gould was doomed to miscalculate, but he definitely did not lose.
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Chapter 229 Temporary Chief Rurik
