Rise of Rurik

Rurik stood in front of his father again and raised his head: "Dad, thank you for the servant you got for me."

"Oh? It seems that they have completely surrendered to you?"

"Yeah, it seems that the language I learned over there with my sister (referring to Peravina) is really correct."

Otto knew some Cyrillic, and in fact, the fluency of the language of the declaration of his son's ownership of the servant just now took him by surprise. It was as if Rurik and the manor chief Rigus could both chat and laugh.

Recalling his son's fluent language and conversation just now, Otto couldn't help but imagine that his son's serious study must have a far-reaching purpose.

This is better, but the next problem is immediately.

Otto was delighted that his son had conquered a group of little servants with such ease.

He patted his son's little head and asked the crucial question, obviously amused: "Son, your servants are here. How do you think they should be arranged?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. Dad, I've built a brand new longhouse just to hold all the servants. You know, I'll have more servants in the future."

"Is that so? Have you succeeded in building a new longhouse with your money? I'd like to see it. However, I still have to go to the priest's longhouse first." At this point, Otto noticed None of those priests stood on the beach.

The return flight in the past is not like this! The so-called unprofitable is not too early. Priests are always eager to take their own tribute first, and as a result, no figure exists now.

Since Harrodsen was still waiting by his side, Otto asked solemnly, "What about the priests? Are they all dead? Veria is also dead?"

Haruo Zuo Sen was shocked, because it was really hard to tell what happened here.

"You did say it."

"Yes. There are some problems here..."

"Don't hesitate, something happened? Willa will never... die?" Thinking of this fastest possibility, Otto couldn't help heartache. After all, before setting off, High Priest Veria showed unprecedented fatigue, and death might really be coming.

Harrozuson stomped his feet hard: "What a tragedy! We had a great success in crusade against the Gotlanders, and we gave a lot of tribute to the priests. As a result, that Bona, she was already doing the work of the high priest, those priests, all day long. Quoting the craft ale brought in by the merchants. They almost screwed up our summer solstice ritual by looking drunk."

"Really? Why don't I believe it?"

Rurik suddenly interjected: "Dad,

Uncle Harrodsen was right. Maybe you are the only one who can stop the stupidity of those priests. And our High Priest, she's really not doing well. "

Since my son said so, it must be true. Because, his son Rurik's unique identity allows him to freely enter and leave the holy priest's house without any scruples!

Otto originally planned to go to the priest's long house and the high priest to report their duties as before, which was a tradition that the tribe had carried out for decades.

The son's words were really vague, and he understood two of them: the ordinary priest was drinking heavily, and the high priest Veria might be dying.

Otto stomped his feet vigorously, and ordered his son and his wife: "You all go home, and I will go to the priest's house immediately."

"A debriefing? Dad?" Rurik asked.

"I'm going to visit the high priest! Damn it, Veria can't die yet! Rurik, just as we agreed before, you settle your servants and wait for me at home." After that, Otto slapped hard Luo Zuo Sen: "Brother, bring some young people with me to the longhouse."

Afterwards, he greeted Arik, who was with his wife, and asked him to go with him.

More than 30 strong brave men, led by the dignified leader Otto, carried swords and round shields, and walked aggressively to the long priest's house, just to find out the situation.

Watching them disappear in the crowd, Rurik didn't want to linger on the bustling beach anymore.

He ordered in Cyrillic: "Servants, come with me and visit your home."

A group of children barefooted him on the sandy ground.

The children, of course, longed for their own shoes, and they walked cautiously with their insteps arched, their eyes subconsciously noticing Rurik's tight and decent leather boots.

Rurik, of course he noticed it.

Even after the children disembarked, their extremely frugal clothes were really regrettable. The only remaining clothes can be described as a fig leaf.

Have the right clothes, and have boots that weigh your feet. All the children also had to take a bath, and the girls among them tie their hair up again.

There is obviously much more to do.

For example, new names have to be decided on for the children.

In terms of naming, Rurik already had clear principles.

The boys and girls looked left and right, because the owner with the golden ponytail always spoke in the language of their hometown, they had to ignore the attention of others and follow closely.

The children knew they had entered a Varyag den, a place that once existed only in legend.

It's really here now.

This place is indeed different from the hometown, but a house is a house, and a person is a person. There are mountains and water here, which is not so strange.

After a while, two huge and sturdy wooden houses appeared in front of these small children.

The girls grew their mouths, raised their heads one by one, and sighed at the hugeness of the house.

On the other hand, Kamne, the little boy realized in an instant, how could this house be a bit similar to the manor's home in his hometown?

Because, the two giant wooden houses are healthy on the columns. There were a lot of holes under the pillars, and he felt that he could easily drill into them.

There is also some pungent smell in the air, not to mention smelly, and even that smell is quite tempting.

Rurik stopped: "Just come here, my servants, this is your future home."

future home?

Kamne squinted his eyes. His home used to be shabby. Could it be that the owner, Rurik, allowed himself such a lowly and unclassified servant to live in such a luxurious residence?

Kamne kept quiet, as did the other girls.

Rurik scratched his face, and the scene seemed a little cold.

"Rumia!"

"Yes, masta."

"Take care of these children for a while, and I'll snatch Parla out of the soap factory." After saying a word, Rurik ran away.

The soap factory is actually very close to the two new longhouses.

Now, Rumia, an eleven-year-old girl, takes care of the younger children. She spoke to him in stumbling Norse, or because she was so kind, the vigilant children relaxed and couldn't wait to talk.

It's full of chatter from kids, and a barrage of questions.

It's a pity that the child's inquiries are all in Cyrillic, how can she understand Rumia? Oh no. Rumia crooked to understand a little bit of minimalist colloquialism, which Rurik had deliberately instilled in her.

Sad, sad.

That little boy, the master Rurik will surely give him other arrangements. As for the ten girls in front of them, all of them were maids, and he was their elder sister, or in other words, he was responsible for managing them as the head maid.

The first time we met, the scene was really disturbing. Rumia, who couldn't understand the language, first fiddled with her arms and kept explaining, and finally covered her ears, just to keep her mind quiet.

Rurik pulled Parla, who was boiling oil, out of the smoky workshop.

When Parla left the scorching land, she took a sharp breath of fresh air.

In the past few days, there has been good news from the fish market. Thirty fishermen manned four fishing boats. They were trawling for herring in the far north, but they were very lucky to find a fountain on the sea surface, that is, a whale.

Five belugas were stabbed with short spears by fishermen in self-defense. Are you still fishing for herring?

Soon, five beluga whales appeared in the early morning fish market.

The priests had become lazy, and since there was still enough oil to burn the lamp, they had no idea at all about the new whale.

The wealthy inhabitants of the tribe bought all the whale meat, while Parla bought all the whale brain oil at a higher price, and then some of the whale fat. After that, the arduous work of boiling oil completely occupied her time.

She has been stirring a mouthful of fat in a pottery urn with a big wooden stick, and the burnt aroma of the fat is already quite disgusting to her. Her braids were also badly smoky. A woman's beauty has almost disappeared.

All the hard work is worth it.

She delivered fifty bars of soap to Rurik in June, 30 of which must be crossed, and the other 20, and Rurik paid her four silver coins immediately as agreed.

Yes, the value of soap is defined by Rurik as two pieces of silver, the so-called ex-works price. The price at which Rurik could sell it had little to do with Parla.

Even so, Parla, who only started in June, still made seven silver coins. In theory, she has worked for Rurik for half a month, and has already earned enough food for two months.

July is here. As her work gradually stabilizes, she earns 20 silver coins this month. She is very confident.

"You mean your servants are here? Oh? Those little girls? You let them work for me? Good!"

Parla, who had fully understood the situation, was ecstatic.

"Let's go, go see those people." Rurik shook his neck and took a big step, followed by the priest Parla, who really exuded a smoky smell.

When Parla appeared before the children, no one would have believed that such a figure was also a priest of the Varyags.

But Rurik was introduced to children.

Although a bit abrupt, Rurik decided to first tell his servant what kind of work he was about to be involved in as a servant.

Rurik held his waist, and said to a group of children who were standing still in Cyrillic: "You are all my servants, you will work for me from tomorrow, and as your masters, I allow you to live in here!"

Rurik pointed to the huge longhouse: "See it! Give me serious work, and I can live in it. Wait a while, and I will give each of you a delicious meal. Now, see beside me. woman."

Rurik pointed to Rumia first: "Just now you pestered her and asked a lot of questions. Girls, she is Rumia, my most important and loyal servant. Rumia is your sister, and you will Under her management, work for me!"

Having said that, Rurik pointed to Parla: "Girls, from tomorrow onwards, she will arrange work for you. Remember now, I am not giving you houses and meals out of love. You are servants, born to you. It is for me to work. If any of you are lazy, you will be locked in a small dark room and starved for food!"

"Do you understand? If you don't work hard, you will be locked up and hungry for a day!"

In fact, Rurik really had this love for them in his heart.

However, there is no love for no reason in the world, unless it is a cute kitten.

In the past year, he has reflected on his love for Rumia, and at first it really stemmed from a trace of guilt in his heart. But at the Hanukkah festival, he cut the deer's throat with his steel sword, and his mentality changed.

For these little children, Rurik had already figured it out. If they really don't work well, there are really disobedient behaviors.

Execute by hand? That would be crueler.

Just kick it out and throw it to someone who is willing to raise it. If no one is willing to raise them, then exile them and admit that they will fend for themselves.

correct! Just do it.

Rurik added in an instant menacing tone; "Listen! My servants. You must be loyal to me. Any infidelity you have now will be exiled by me, taken and eaten by wolves. If you grow up to be unfaithful, I will cut off this person's head myself." Saying that, Rurik's sword was unsheathed, and the buzzing sound of metal made the girls hug each other subconsciously.

They were shaking, including the little boy Kamne, who was cringing.

Rurik put the sword back into the scabbard dashingly, pinched his waist with both hands, and his feigned grim expression returned to ease.

After the big stick is displayed, it's time for some carrots.

"Well, don't be afraid. Those who are loyal to me will be rewarded forever. Soon you will get comfortable clothes, suitable shoes, and you will look new. Now, follow me! Go see yours residence."

The children had to follow the master's footsteps cautiously, set foot on the wooden steps of the big wooden house, pass through the leather curtains drawn by the smoky woman, and enter the spacious room.

At this moment, Rurik had already explained the situation to the elders of the tribe who were in charge of the wooden house. They had been standing outdoors, especially at the door of the longhouse. Just now, when Rurik was lecturing, they were trying to remember the faces of all the children.

Because they were afraid that the miscellaneous children of the tribe would break into the longhouse built by Rurik, the gold master, out of curiosity.

All the wooden windows are opened, and the warm sunlight illuminates the interior.

All wooden beds are covered with animal hide-lined mattresses with neatly folded quilts on top of them.

"Wow! Wooden floors. That's what the manor's house is like. We can too..."

"Ah! Are these beds?"

"Actually, is it more comfortable than my bed?"

"You are stupid, Kaja, this is our future home. Our master is such a good man."

Rurik could hear the chatter of the girls, who spoke in Cyrillic, which he basically understood.

He was very satisfied with the words of a little girl.

"Not bad! Your new home!" Rurik said, approaching them. "Now choose your own beds. Remember, each one chooses one. Go quickly."

The master gave an order, and the girls happily ran to their favorite beds. They are the way to go, and without any urging from Rurik, they choose to get together.

The little boy Kamne was also delighted to choose his own bed, but he was the only one who was grabbed by Rurik himself by his slender arm like a branch.

Kamne's thinness also surprised Rurik. He felt that what he was grasping was actually a bone, just the bone and the skin.

Seemingly similar in age to the body, Rurik consciously accompanies the children under his command to train, and participates in the shield wall crash training without getting tired. The purpose of the training is to improve everyone's strength and organization. He was eight years old, and his arms were flexible enough to swing the steel sword around his waist.

Looking back at this Kamne, maybe this child fits the real situation of an ordinary little boy in this time and space. It's the kind of pitiful situation where the body is so weak that a minor illness can kill you.

The simple way to change the status quo is to eat more. Then again, how could a pure peasant in the interior of Europe in this time and space have a full meal.

"Lord...Master. I..." Kamne looked puzzled.

"Your name is Kamne? Kamne, you are different from them. You are a man. I will arrange other jobs for you."

"Me? Other work?" Kamne was still puzzled.

"Yes! A job completely different from theirs, and you won't live here. Will you become someone I can trust?"

"I can!" Kamne blurted out.

"Okay, stand up for me now. When these girls are arranged, I will lead you to a very nice place."

Indeed, little boys and little girls are fundamentally different. Even though Kamne is still a child, as long as he can eat meat every day, he will definitely be a strong man within ten years. It would be great if the future Kamne was a simple strong man.

Rurik really felt that his future self had better have a group of muscular and simple-minded strong men who only obeyed the orders of their masters.

That way, it will be more secure.