Rise of Rurik

Carlotta was a little tired. As soon as she and her sister left the sauna, they were picked up by the long-awaited Yevlo.

"Lord, it looks like we're clean. Next..."

"Just call me Yevro. You're Carlotta, and you're so much more beautiful now. And your sister Ella."

What girl with plain clothes and a clean and fresh appearance doesn't feel comfortable? On the surface, Carlota and Ella are considered nobles after all, and Yevluo can easily feel the temperament that is different from ordinary tribesmen.

Now, Yevro has another mission, and this special mission explains everything from the witch doctor standing behind him with a wreath on his head.

Yevro continued: "My master has arranged for the evening. You two are distinguished guests, and the master will have dinner with you tonight. Until then, Carlotta, I am instructed to treat your wounds."

"Dinner? For our sisters?!" Is Carlotta moved? She was on the alert first.

The previous bad contact with the businessman named Fodgen made Carlotta have to be very cautious in dealing with others, as if the group of businessmen were always greedy for themselves and her sister. In this world, a beautiful woman will become a treasure that many people are vying for.

Carlotta doesn't think she is very beautiful, but the experience of this period of time, is it difficult...

She is not narcissistic, she only hopes that she and her sister can get through the hardship as soon as possible. But the fat donor mentioned some unreasonable demands? At this point, Carlotta has to think about it.

Because people have to live.

She thought for a while, then bowed her head respectfully and said, "Lord Yevlo, thank you for treating me."

"Let's go, Lord Jin has also invited a witch doctor. Don't worry, you will recover soon."

In a relatively ordinary lounge, Carlotta lay quietly on a fluffy sheepskin blanket.

The witch doctor was already sitting on the ground pounding the herbs, and Yevro was rubbing a small knife with the hide.

Carlotta, who saw the knife, couldn't help shivering. She was not afraid of the knife itself, but just thought of the experience of being stabbed by a mercenary before, although it was also a so-called treatment.

"Are you scared? Don't worry, I'm fast." Yevlo comforted.

"Oh, my lord. You... let me bite at least one thing, I'm afraid of biting my tongue."

"You are very thoughtful.

Yevluo didn't think much about it, he threw a ball of sackcloth to the girl, and Carlota quickly folded it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Her sister sat on her knees and held her sister's hand tightly, tears kept flowing.

The knife had been sharpened, Yevro pressed the girl's leg, and the tip of the knife began to stick to the swollen wound.

It was only at this time that Yevro found out that the wound had been treated, so to speak, by the vulgar methods that soldiers would use.

Something very exciting must have happened on this girl's escape route, and Yevluo had to reluctantly ask again before he started.

Was almost pulled by a businessman to be a wife and concubine? How absurd! What is even more absurd is that the wound was "welded" by a mercenary.

Such an operation can only be used as an emergency, and it is likely to cause endless troubles, and even ruin the girl's legs!

"Really, I'd like to see if that idiot healed you. Your leg died without proper treatment, and now you're lucky."

Hearing that, Carlotta bit the sackcloth ball hard, she turned her face aside, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

"Then start, boy, be strong."

After all, the tip of the knife pierced the wound again...

Because of being soaked in water, the scab on the surface of her wound is white and easy to fall off, but the underlying pustules still need to be thoroughly drained.

Although the exact mechanism of the disease is unknown, the witch doctors and priests of Melalen knew that festering wounds often caused fever, and excessive fever caused death. To avoid death, all pus must be removed. Even, you have to keep cutting the wound until you see bright red flesh and blood flowing.

Although the treatment method is violent and brutal, the wounded will often faint in pain, and this is the best treatment method that witch doctors can think of.

Compared with the witch doctor, Yevlo's personal knife skills are better. He lifted the girl's loose scabs and used a knife to thoroughly clean the foul-smelling pus.

Uncovering the scar is really a torment, Carlotta's forehead is soaked with sweat, and her body is shaking unconsciously.

Next is witch doctor time.

After a mysterious spell, a sticky mass of herbs stuck to Carlotta's wound.

In fact, this group of herbs is not a mysterious thing. It was a pile of European purslane that had been pounded into a powder by a witch doctor's stone mortar, and then mixed with some honey.

Witch doctors also don't know the reason for this herbal remedy, but it is a great help in wound healing.

They summed up this experience in long-term life, and both purslane and honey have the effect of accelerating wound healing and fighting infection. Of course, the witch doctor cannot guarantee that this medicine is absolutely effective, so a little prayer must be done before applying the medicine, so that the injured person can be told that whether or not to recover quickly depends on the will of God.

Until this time, Carlota finally got the most reliable treatment.

The clothes she is wearing now were originally changed by Gould's granddaughter, and since they experienced the goodness of soap, the family has been unable to leave the magical soap printed with the word RUS. Their linen and leather clothes are washed with soap. .

There was a little sulfur residue in the clothes that Carlotta was wearing, which made the clothes have a certain bactericidal function. In addition, her body was covered with higher alkaline soap foam, and the bacteria on her body were killed on a large scale. A truly reliable antibacterial and accelerated healing agent breaks through the wound. Perhaps for Carlota, the only thing that can hinder her recovery now is her weak body.

recovery? This is also easy to do!

As long as Gould intends to provide the two children with the exact same meals as his granddaughter, it may take less than half a year for the two poor, thin and frail children to become chubby.

Carlotta's knee was wrapped in sackcloth. It is entirely because the Gould family began to wash all kinds of linen with soap, so that even the linen used for dressing is equivalent to disinfection. It can be said that it is all a coincidence that the Carlotta sisters are now living in a low-bacteria environment, which is very conducive to their recovery.

After the treatment, Carlotta became limping, and she knew it was only temporary.

She felt much better, and she was full of doubts.

She was supported by Yevluo's arm, and she couldn't help asking: "Sir, is the next meal?"

"Yeah, I think your sisters are already starving. Indeed, the sun is going to set now." Supporting the girl, Yevluo thought about the girl's performance just now, and couldn't help but praise her. "You're such a tough kid, you didn't even pass out. If you were a boy, you could have been a brave warrior."

"Could it be that girls can't do it?" the girl said weakly.

"A female warrior? Carlotta, maybe you can't."

"Alas..." Carlotta sighed and said slowly, "We were originally captured by the Danes. The Danes had a man named Ragnar, and he let us go."

"There is such a thing? Maybe that man can take you as slaves. He actually spared you." Yevlo was a little surprised, but he didn't pay much attention.

"Because..." Carlotta didn't want to say more, but her thin lips showed resentful teeth, as well as the roots of the deciduous teeth that she bit her herself.

"Some indescribable reason? Well, I won't ask more."

"I...I want revenge."

"So you're going to be a female warrior? You can endure pain, boy, a good warrior must be able to take a beating before attacking an opponent. Maybe you have the potential, but I don't want a pretty woman to go. Engage in fights that should belong to men."

"Okay, I must report the hatred. Then..." Carlotta pursed his lips and asked cautiously: "The businessman, he is so kind to us... He is so kind to us, why? Could it be..."

Yevluo laughed: "Carlotta, just like I said on the boat. You two are going to the Rus people. My sponsor is an old friend of the Rus leader. Maybe it's because of your grandfather's identity. , the leader of the Rus will be very happy to take you in. And my patron is happy to facilitate this."

Hearing that, Carlotta let out a sigh of relief: "If that's the case, that's great..."

"Let's go. Carlotta, Ella, you are safe. My financier will not treat you two badly."

Now, though things are very different from what I can think of. Carlotta can finally be sure that what he fantasizes about has come true. There are indeed nobles here in Melalen, but the nobles are not from Melalen.

Ross, is that you?

Once upon a time, Carlotta and Ella, their knowledge of the Rus people came entirely from the words of their families.

Grandpa has always had a high opinion of the Rus people. In short, he envied the birth of a great man in the far north.

Everyone just heard the name of Rurik, who was always boasted or ridiculed by businessmen, a boy who was said to have received the favor of the great god Odin. So there is a saying that the Rus people who nest in the far north will rise because of this child.

Maybe this is a prophecy made up by the Rus people, but because there are so many businessmen and listening to it a lot, the Ostara people have to think about it.

Carlotta has been personally supported by Yevro, and she took her sister's little hand, and the three walked into the dining room of the Gould family - an independent small wooden house.

Time has passed, and the prosperous trade of the entire Melalen market has passed.

nightlife? No.

The entire Mellaren market will quickly enter a spontaneous curfew, and business will be suspended.

On Gould Island, most of the servants rested at night. Especially those who were bought and picked up, they all fell asleep after dinner. For these people, the present life is like heaven. They secretly praised Gould as a good man, the leader of the Rus is said to be more generous, and for the first time they are full of hope for the future.

Stars began to appear in the sky, and a cool breeze rose from the lake.

At Gould's family banquet, the aroma of barbecue was suffused here again.

When Carlotta and Ella reappeared in front of Gould, who had experienced many battles on women's issues, he could infer their future appearance only from their neat appearances - two beautiful women.

After all, he had personal contact with the chief family of Ostara, and he could even be sure that the little boy that the chief held back then also had two daughters when the boy grew up. Never thought that thirty years later, I would be fortunate enough to shelter their last ethnic group.

The Ostara family, of course, they preferred the beautiful daughters of other tribal leaders to marry their wives. They had always chosen to intermarry, so after several generations, they absorbed the blood of beautiful women from various tribes, and naturally made these two children. Good-looking. For example, a pair of big blue eyes and a slightly higher bridge of the nose.

They also eat relatively delicate food on weekdays, and they don't have to work hard to eat bacon like ordinary people.

So Carlotta and Ella, they both have comfortable pointy chins.

In contrast, Gould's two granddaughters are simply round faces.

The sisters sat together at a table. In front of them were the oily roast lamb, the newly baked bread cubes, the honey water poured into the crystal glass, and some appetizing fresh raspberries.

The staple food here is still barbecue.

It's not surprising that the oily barbecue, the two children pay special attention to the thick and textured crystal cups on the table. Their eyes widened to observe, but Gould laughed.

"You two don't look anymore! From the moment you enter the house, you look left and right. Is it difficult to be my guest."

Carlotta hurriedly coughed twice, pulled her sister to sit cross-legged, and especially had to straighten her back, which made them more attractive.

Gould, the master of the banquet, raised his expensive white horn cup inlaid with gold: "Family, today's banquet is for Carlota and Ella. They are the descendants of the chief of Ostara, the Honorable person." Saying this, Gould looked at Carlotta, who had everything in it: "Son, what's in your glass is honey, just treat it as a bar! Let's toast."

"Okay, cheers..."

The current Carlotta seems to be participating in this banquet as the Ostara clan, and she also deeply feels this.

As Gould continued to say some respectful words, Carlotta felt that things were getting a little weird.

In this banquet, the two girls undoubtedly became the absolute focus. Although the two of them were indeed descended from the leaders of the Ostarans, the Snowrevas felt that their father had given them too much courtesy. They are two children! Even a little younger than his two daughters.

It is understandable to say that his father frantically curated Rurik, who was only eight years old in Ross, because of the skyrocketing profits of his family. Because of the cooperation between the family and the Rus people, it has turned into a lot of silver coins and silver coins, which really shocked Snowleva.

There are two orphans here who have lost their families. Is it good for the Gould family to be kind to them?

And this is precisely what Carlotta and Ella have to figure out.

Gould announced that everyone could eat, and then he poked a meat-cutting knife into the roast.

A delicious meal is right in front of them. Fortunately, both women have received basic training in table manners, and even if they are hungry, they have suppressed their instinct to eat.

So when the host of the banquet announced the start of the banquet, the two of them didn't need the knife on the table, they started to tear the roasted meat directly, so that the two of them quickly ate their mouths full of oil.

"Haha, you see, I think it's two hungry little wolves." Gould teased, although his own food appearance is also very fierce.

The Gould family are all meat eaters, especially as the head of the family, Gould often claims that he could devour a lamb in one meal when he was young, but now he is just too old.

Children are children after all, and the two madly hungry have a desire to eat indefinitely. After all, their stomachs are stuffed hard, and they are full of bread and meat.

After eating and drinking, Carlotta was in great spirits.

She could feel the kindness of this businessman with huge wealth who called himself Gould, and she still had to ask.

"Great businessman, I just want to know now, how you will arrange us. I heard that there is no real free banquet."

"Yo? Start using honorifics? Carlotta, you're very smart." Gould poured himself another glass of wine and said enthusiastically: "Maybe my Yevro has already told you. The two of you Exalted people indeed, I will bring you to the realm of the Rus, and I will try my best to recommend you to the leaders of the Rus."

Before Gould could finish speaking, Carlotta consciously smelled a danger signal.

She suddenly asked, "What are you going to do? Could it be that we are going to hand over our sisters to the leaders of the Rus as wives and concubines? No... no!"

The girl was simply angry without warning, and while Gould was startled, he tried his best to remain calm.

He soothed and said, "If that's the case, why don't I keep you two by my side as wives and concubines? Don't worry, I won't do that. And Russ, hehe... you don't know Russ at all."

"Yes, I really don't understand. My grandfather only told me that the Russ gave birth to a great man named Rurik or something."

"Ah! It's Rurik!" Gould was also easily excited after drinking some alcohol. He slapped his thigh: "It's Rurik! It's such a pity that you two lost your parents. And the leader of the Rus, that old guy died two children when he was young, and now he has a magical Rurik, But treat this child as a treasure. However, the leader will never forget the two children he lost. He even treats his little maid as a daughter. Your identity is much nobler than that of the maid, and so are you. Allies of the leader."

What Gould said, Carlotta felt like a fantasy.

"Mr. Merchant, what do you mean, let us give the leader of the Russ to... be a daughter?" Carlotta asked weakly.

"Isn't that bad? In this way, you can still be Rurik's sisters. Do you know? Haha, Rurik is really..." Thinking of the excitement, Gould smiled and poured himself another cup.

Now, Gould has begun his crazy business touts to Rurik, not only to prove Rurik's wisdom, but also to prove the correctness of his family's choice.

It was Carlotta who felt even more bizarre when she heard it. She couldn't imagine that the strange thing that made her stink all over was Rurik's invention, and that thing had already made the businessman a lot of money.

But that thing was indeed a treasure, and Carlotta was now more comfortable than ever. Even, it is said that the thing called soupa can kill annoying fleas.

Rurik seems to have created a lot of interesting things, and Carlota can't imagine it very well. The only thing that interests her very much is Rurik's attitude towards servants.

From Gould's point of view, he just felt that the Ross leader's family was too kind to their little maid. There is also Rurik's attitude towards Rumia, even reaching the level of a brother and sister.

In this way, Rurik gradually turned from an illusory figure to a touchable one.

"If that's the case, it's really... a kind of luck for the two of us," Carlotta said slowly.

"Alas! It's the luck of the two of you, ah, speaking of it..." Gould had to drink himself a glass of wine to express his excitement, "Speaking of which, the Rus must be responsible for your suffering. The Rus attacked my brother. Tran, that's why the Danes fought back. If the Danes hit Lake Mälaren, I can only withdraw. If the Rus didn't act this year, you wouldn't be here."

"So, you mean the Ross people are responsible?" Carlotta asked weakly.

"Haha, isn't it?"

"Of course not. There are so many ifs in life, and the fate of our Ostarans is not controlled by the Rus." Carlota said with a sullen face: "We have been fighting with that Gotland. This time, We miscalculated. Who would have thought that the enemy's fleet could cover the entire sea, at least my family was killed in the battle. Only weak women like me and my sister are qualified to run for their lives."

"Let's not talk about this." Gould shook his head. "The Ross people are still responsible. They must take in the two of you. Don't worry, I will vigorously facilitate this. Now there is only one very difficult issue."

"What's the problem?" Carlotta instantly became vigilant again.

"You two, in what capacity should you go?"

"What's your identity? The chief's granddaughter?" Carlotta pinched her little pointed chin, she never thought of these things, even this morning, she was still a filthy little guy who was dying.

Gould categorically denied that his movements were more exaggerated because of the power of alcohol. He tugged his arms, stretched out his fat head, and shouted loudly: "Bah! The chief's granddaughter? How many of you Ostara are still alive? In my opinion, the two of you are the only ones left alive! Besides! Now, Carlotta, do you want your clan to disappear forever?"

The words were a bit hurtful, and he asked himself how much Carlotta wanted the harmonious Ostara to be resurrected in place.

"My lord, I... I dream of rebuilding Ostara."

"Then go to rebuild! Remember, Carlotta! And you, don't be in a daze, Ella. You two are women, you two remember, a woman is a tribe. You don't have to think about it, you It's Ostara. When you grow up, you find a man to marry, have many children, and your children have more children. The tattoos on the backs of your necks prove your noble status. The Rus I know are very affectionate, maybe The Melarens will not take you in, but the Rus will. Is it difficult for the two of you to rebuild Ostara under the protection of the Rus?"

Things become very real, and Carlotta realizes that he has great potential in himself.

Gould laughed out loud now: "What a fool! Carlotta, your family has no other descendants, you and your sister are the last two. Ostara has a seat in the alliance. Yes, if the leader is not succeeded, the seat will be gone. I think you must take over as leader."

"Me? I'll be the leader of Ostara?" Carlotta pointed at himself with wide eyes, shock written on his face.

"Why not? Now you have only two choices, watch Ostara cease to exist, or you will be the leader."

"What about my... my followers? That's ridiculous, isn't it?"

Gould shook his head: "For the time being, you don't need a clan. When you grow up and have many children, your clan will be revived. Then someone will definitely join your clan. Son, there is no one here more than me. Knowing you Ostarans, as far as I know, many people joined you because of your cattle raising skills."

"That's true." Carlotta smiled proudly, and even boasted: "Don't look at me as just a child, I am very good at raising cattle. This is a skill that we Ostara women have to learn. Even, my My sister is also a good hand."

"Okay, I think you've figured it out." After that, Gould poured himself another glass. He looked around at the family members who ordered him to watch the big play, and Yevlo, the only mercenary who was qualified to enter the family dinner. Order them to raise their glasses.

To whom? To Carlotta.

"To Carlota, the female leader of the Ostara tribe!" Gould was the first to shout enthusiastically.

Although somewhat embarrassed, the others raised their glasses accordingly.

In this way, Carlotta has a new identity, that is, this identity must at least be recognized by a reliable person. Will the Rus admit it? Gould felt that since Otto and Rurik had long since claimed that they intended to compete for the power of the Meralen clan in the Alliance, taking in these two girls was an inevitable and correct move.

Although Carlotta is a girl, she is already the first in line to inherit the power of the chief family of Ostara.

There is no rule in the alliance that the leader of a certain tribe must be a man, but usually, a leader will have at least one son to inherit the great cause.

If the Rus were willing to admit that Ostara was not destroyed, they had to admit that Carlota was the leader.

In this way, in nature, the Ostara tribe became a vassal of the Ross tribe.

As a clan with ambition and strength that cannot be underestimated, and which is growing rapidly, it doesn't matter how large or small the population of its vassals is, it is a matter of affiliation.

For the sake of business thinking, Gould dared to conclude that the smart Otto and the wise Rurik would not only miss this opportunity, but would also spread some news.

For example, the Melarens watched the Danish army destroy the Ostara tribe and refused to help, and finally the Rus took in the Ostara refugees. Even if the Rus takes in only two children, it is "only the Rus take in Ostara refugees", and then they can be promoted to help them rebuild their homes, even in name.

So for the two children, Gould, he has told them that he will move home after the wheat harvest.

A big businessman with huge wealth moved to the territory of the Rus, and Carlota thought that this businessman was also very disappointed with the Mellarens. Businessmen bet their family's wealth to immigrate to Rus, maybe the future brought by Rus is really different.

At least Gould fully recognized the noble status of the two children, and also deliberately called Carlotta "the leader", and the girl who made trouble was always very embarrassed.

The two children began comfortable living as guests, and have not landed since they arrived on the island. They can't make landfall either. There is food and drink here, and life has temporarily returned to peace and security.

They became great friends with Gould's two granddaughters, always getting together to play games that little girls love. Sometimes, Carlotta and Ella perform a traditional craft of milking and calming cows in public.

It was entirely because she ate too well during this period of time. Carlotta's weak body was supplemented with a lot of protein, carbohydrates and vitamins. Her thin body could be considered to have some fat, and her leg injuries recovered at an amazing speed.

Fifteen days after applying the medicine, Carlotta's knee wound had turned into a huge scab. Due to the rapid growth of new skin, she was often itchy.

During this period, she was also fully aware of the reason why more and more children from the Melalen market were entering the island.

It turns out that these are the tasks of the businessman Gould, and specifically the goals of the Rus.

It's not just children here, but also the poor people in the slave market, almost as soon as they have them, they are brought to the island by merchants.

These people are almost all women of different ages, among which little girls are the most begging. Will they all become slaves of the Rus? I'm afraid things won't be so simple.

In addition, some young men have landed on the island. Carlotta saw that the good man Yevluo, who found himself, saved himself, and even healed his injuries, was actually teaching a group of young men fighting skills. Are they the new mercenaries? Carlotta didn't care much about this, the only thing she was particularly surprised by was Yevlo's identity.

She really could not have imagined that Yevro was actually a Finn, and Yevro's life was bestowed by the now plump old fat Gould back then. So Yevluo's identity is a slave, I am afraid not all.

He is like the adopted son of a big businessman.

Before they got to Roseburg of the Rus, on the island of Merchant Gould, Sister Carlotta had seen many strange things. Of course, there is no such thing as a strange new identity.

In the end, only this big businessman agreed with the orphan girl of the Ostara tribe as the new leader, even though there were only two women left in the tribe.

Of course, Carlota knew that there were still many clansmen who did not die. They sadly became slaves of other clans, fearing that they would live a miserable life forever.

Thinking of these, she thought of Gould's good.

An idea of ​​repayment is sprouting.

That is the so-called Ostara tribe if it is really proud of its own belly to recover, then it will be passed down to its own descendants, and the leaders of the future generations must treat the Gould family well. Give them the lowest price cow hides, the highest quality yogurt, and the chief should invite members of the Gould family to a family dinner.