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The girl felt much better after eating, and gradually lost her initial numbness and fear towards the surrounding Ross conquerors.

Facing this girl, what Karl wanted was not a servant, but more a playmate.

Carl was very curious about this girl who was almost the same age, staring at her face, neither stunning nor disgusted in appearance.

"You. During the day, let you kneel and submit to you. Why? So brave?"

How did the girl answer Karl's question? At that time, she was simply stunned by fright, and now she still maintains a tangled silence.

"Answer me." When Karl asked, he imitated the adult appearance and slapped his chest, as if he was a man standing upright: "I am the next generation Duke of Ostara, the master of all of you. It is your honor to be my servant ,tell me your name."

"I..." The girl who was silent for a while finally spoke.

"I am Karl Rurikovitch. What is your... name?"

At this moment, Karl introduces himself completely in the Slavic way. Although the name is very noble, as for how noble, Karl, who is only seven years old, has not yet intuitively felt.

The girl slightly lowered her head and pursed her lips, "Solkina...Solkina Vyacheslavina (solkinavyaa)."

Her name is catchy, and her original meaning refers directly to Chenxi.

In a sense, she is the "Dawn Princess" of the Polotsk people, but now because of her grandfather's humiliating surrender, the girl favored by the tribe has been reduced to an ordinary peasant girl half a year ago.

"Solkina? Sounds good."

"You..." The girl cheered up, the boy in front of her seemed harmless, she wanted to understand the current situation, and even more wanted to know what her future would be like. "Do you want me to be your servant?"

"Of course. You are my servant now, don't worry, I will treat you well. Everything will be fine."

"So...you won't hurt me." She subconsciously covered her head and continued to murmur.

"Hurt? Solkina." Karl had already called her by her first name, "Why? Why do you hurt you when you work for me in the future. You see, my army doesn't even intend to hurt you villagers."

"But... last year's war." Mentioning the painful things, the girl couldn't help but burst into tears. She didn't take the initiative to hold on to the past wars, and she didn't intend to or dare to criticize the conquerors.

Taking this opportunity, she also wanted to relieve the pain in her heart, and told about her parents and a large number of clan members who died in battle.

Things are completely beyond Carl's expectations.

"War." He gently raised his chin and looked at the moon: "I don't understand. However, anyone who dares to obstruct Ross is an enemy, and anyone who is willing to join Ross is a new Ross. Your parents fought If they die, their souls will live forever in Asgard, and those who survive will live a normal life under our ruler."

Karl imitated the words of an adult and talked about the way. It was the belief of Ross and the northerners, but not the Polotsk people. Solkina still didn't understand.

But at least she understood the meaning of honor.

"My grandpa," she said.

"Your grandfather?"

"Yes. My grandfather is Proclaw. He was our greatest leader. However, he was defeated by you. He died, and I... have lost my nobility."

Karl was slightly surprised: "So, your grandfather was once the leader of Polotsk?"

"Yes. I used to live in the huge house where your flag is planted. He was defeated, and I was kicked out as a family member. They said... I have lost my honor, and I am no different from other girls."

Gently pinching his chin and frowning, Karl suddenly realized that his little servant named Solkina was actually a down-and-out nobleman?

Karl is very familiar with his mother's past when he was young, and he inherited the name of Ostara, so he must have a deep understanding of the tribe's hometown and many things in the past.

The defeated lost their honor, but the mother regained the honor of the tribe because of the marriage, and this is how the Duchy of Aostara came into being.

Of course, things were more complicated than Karl knew. Ross, who was excluded at the time, needed the support of the Ostarans and the Grans, so as to establish a tribal united group to become a powerful force in the Swedish alliance, even if the two The strength is very weak.

Karl is fully aware of why his mother wants to use almost the entire principality's power, and with the support of his father's troops, he must directly rule Polotskin order to gain population and power capital for continued expansion.

Because the Principality of Ostara is in the Eastern New World, the greatest value of its existence is to guard the southern gate for the kingdom, so its strength is naturally stronger.

Of course, Karl couldn't ignore another mission that he was forcibly taken to Polotsk by his mother.

He continued to hear about the girl who was finally no longer timid in front of him: "Sorkina, your new leader Lambate is dead. After he dies, will there be a new leader in your village?"

"I haven't heard of it. We are the largest village here. If we can't choose the strongest, other villages are even less likely."

"So, you Polotsk people, you no longer have the highest nobles?"

"Yes." The girl nodded, but she didn't know that the information she revealed actually confirmed that she was the direct descendant and the only descendant of the highest nobleman of the Polotsk people in the past.

Because Solkina's only elder brother was obviously a young boy who had just grown up. He was unmarried and had no children. He died at the iron hoof of the Ross cavalry last year.

Among the descendants of the head of Proclaw, Solkina is the oldest girl, even so she is only eight years old.

Solkina is only one year older than Karl, but the environments in which they grew up are completely different. How much more than a good life has Karl lived since birth? He has never had to worry about eating. His parents are both Swedish in essence. He is of pure Nordic descent and often eats meat. At the age of seven, his physical fitness and height far exceed those of Polotsk boys of the same age.

Even though girls are often taller than boys of the same age when they are young, what is Solkina's daily life? Like other clansmen, she ate oatmeal almost every day. Even if her deceased grandfather was classified as a chief, she rarely had the chance to eat meat as a granddaughter.

Especially salt. The relationship between Polotsk people and people in the Gulf of Riga is ups and downs. The opportunity to get a stable supply of salt is not stable. Salt must be eaten sparingly so that people are forced to have a bland taste.

Karl nodded: "My mother will choose a fiance for me from you. She must be the daughter of a nobleman! So, you."

He immediately stretched out his hand and pointed directly at Sulkina's face: "I have decided, you are not my servant. You are my fiancee."

"Ah?" The girl was taken aback again and couldn't help covering her mouth.

"You do not want it?"

"I...I dare not. I am willing, as long as I can..." She pursed her lips again, and glanced at the wooden bowl at her feet from the corner of her eyes: "If I can continue to eat enough, I can do anything."

"Then it's settled." Carl stood up and pulled the girl up. "Go! Follow me to see my mother."

Leaving the girl by the bonfire and arranging for Karl to strike up a conversation in person to declare ownership are all Carlotta's deliberate tricks. Knowing her son more than her mother, she always felt that her son was a bit lonely, and it must be because although his son had the blood of Rurik, he did inherit the Principality of Aostara, and his status among the brothers was a bit embarrassing.

After all, in terms of jurisprudence, Ostara and Ross were once equal in status. Now Ross has been upgraded to a kingdom, and Rurik is the king, and the biggest title is still Duke of Ross.

There are many things that cannot be explained in words, which is why Karl spends most of his time in the city of Ostara at the southernmost end of Lake Inlmen except for his education.

The only playmates the son had were local boys, and he was desperately short of female companions.

Besides, whether it is the tradition of the northerners or the Slavs, a boy is a full-fledged adult when he is twelve years old, and capable parents should tell him a marriage.

Carlota wished that her son would grow up quickly. As a woman of the generation and as a duke, her legitimacy was entirely based on Karl's right of first inheritance.

When Karl is twelve years old, he should be considered to take over many matters of the Principality. In this way, Carlotta felt that she, too, could recover from the heavy pressure.

As a boy, Carl had to learn to approach women early on. Just like his father Rurik, he had his own maid at a young age. Karl, who is of Rurik blood, has to emulate his "April Bull" father!

The key to the revival of Ostara lies in the population, and the Duke himself should play an exemplary role.

Poor Carlotta is now very convinced that when she fled with her sister, she suffered serious physical injuries. Like many women, it is no longer possible to have many children in her lifetime. I am afraid that Karl is the only male heir to the Principality.

I am afraid that Karl does not have a brother or sister. If he has any troubles, the restored principality will face extinction again.

"Since you are Rurik's own son, you should also have the ability of your father, so my principality will rest easy."

Her thoughts were extremely realistic and pragmatic, and she really felt that the little Polotsk girl should have boldness in her fragility.

Carlotta doesn't need any personal maid, it is the maid that her son needs to live with since childhood.

She's been watching secretly, even having fun with Fisk. The two children around the campfire seemed to be chatting speculatively, fully meeting Carlotta's needs.

The tent built in imitation of the Pechenegs was Carlota's temporary residence. She lay on her back after dinner, imagining that her son had a loyal maid, and everything was as if Rumia was loyal to Rurik at that time. In that case, it would be great if history could repeat itself.

Suddenly, the boy's clear voice came from outside the tent: "Mom, I have something important to tell you!"

Carlota stood up and opened the door curtain herself. She greeted her son with a smile, but suddenly saw the brat holding the girl's hand and standing in front of her.

"Oh? It seems that you are very satisfied with your servant? You actually regard her as a friend." Carlotta pretended to be serious.

"Not a friend. She is Solkina, my fiance." Karl couldn't hide his joy

"Fiancee?!" Although Carlotta hoped that his son could be a father at the right age, he didn't plan to arrange for his maid to be one of his wives. "There must be a limit to playing games. You...too early. There is no need to learn from your father in all aspects."

"not like this."

"how?"

"Mom." Carl said with a smile on his face, "You told me to marry the daughter of a Polotsk nobleman."

"That's true. I haven't had time to order the nobles to gather? I will choose a wife for you in a few days."

"No need. She is! She is Solkina, the granddaughter of Chief Proclaw. Is there any other noble daughter as noble as her?"

"Proclaw?" Carlotta thought for a while, and then his mind flashed, then he stared at the girl's face suspiciously, and warned sharply: "Girl! You can't lie. I know Proclaw. If you impersonate, even if I admire you a little, the crime of deception is enough for me to execute you."

Hearing the word "death", Sulkina subconsciously took a step back and hid behind Karl.

"Mom, you scared her."

"What a silly boy." Carlota scratched her head helplessly. Carlotta used to be a simple girl, and the current situation forced her to have a castle. If this girl is really the granddaughter of a great nobleman, it can indeed explain why she doesn't kneel during the day. Of course, it cannot deny the possibility of pretending to be rich and powerful.

Who is innocent? Naturally, it is his own son.

Carl actually easily believed the girl's self-proclaimed lack of evidence, how could this work? Still need to strengthen study and training.

This matter is kept under wraps for the time being, the son's happy look is not at all the bad and depressed mood that he had when he was tired of riding a horse before. As a mother, I am very happy about this.

Now that the matter has come to this, it seems that it is necessary to gather the leading figures in the village early to verify whether the girl who claims to be "Solkina" is really the granddaughter of the old chief.

Carlota reckoned that if the verification was true tomorrow, the girl's fate would change dramatically.

If it is false, then give death.

The cavalry barracks gradually fell into silence, except for the sentinels who took turns with weapons, guarding against possible night raids by the villagers of Polotsk in retaliation.

This night, Carlotta naturally hugged her young son and fell asleep, while the girl was placed in a separate tent and closely guarded.

For the first time there was a servant, and for the first time a maid who could speak.

Curiosity intertwined with a desire to possess.

Carlota slept very comfortably that night, and had to rest after being tired for the past few days. In the final analysis, her woman's body is not as thick as those men's skin, let alone leg problems.

Carl, who was nestled in his mother's arms, tossed and turned, and finally fell asleep because of excessive exhaustion...

It was very easy to prove the girl's identity, and the largest village in Polotsk had to produce more women for the conqueror to choose. Her original emissaries had told the natives of one of the Conqueror's programschoosing wives for unmarried male warriors.

Want to take care of the wishes of ordinary villagers? Totally unnecessary.

People here have only one option for anything, and that is consent.

She also felt that she had bestowed great kindness on them, and taking out the young village girls for marriage was not only a manifestation of submission, but also a statement made by the conqueror to the villagers, so-called that they would indeed be a family.

She consciously gave the locals enough time to think, and the news that the cavalry had arrived in Polotsk would spread throughout all the villages in the Polota River Basin in the new day.

Of course Carlotta knew that some people had fled with their families long ago, so that some fields and even empty houses were left behind.

At present, the army lacks the ability to control all the villagers at once, especially the ability to control them like prisoners. If people want to stay and accept a new life, they still need to get benefits.

Just like what I did in the city of Ostara, after providing better life opportunities, they gradually attracted some Slavic farmers who betrayed their own manors, and these people turned into Ostara people.

"Maybe it's true. Solkina, who claims to be the granddaughter of the former leader, is a breakthrough."

Early in the morning, she and the early-rising Fisk seriously mentioned the matter.

And the latter, as a stronger man than his father who died in battle, felt that there was an easier way to make the girl tell the truth.

As if carrying a little rabbit, the terrified Solkina was picked up by Fisk directly.

"Tell me!" His eyes widened like copper bells: "That Proclaw, I have had in-depth exchanges with this person. Are you his granddaughter?"

"Yes. Yes..." the girl whispered timidly, with tears streaming from her eyes. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Karl with a complicated attitude. Those trembling eyes were obviously asking for help.

The girl's small movements may be difficult for rough guys to detect, but Carlotta, who is watching with her hands behind her back, can see clearly. "Little girl, you already know how to coax men?" Carlotta didn't say anything, but continued to observe.

Now Fisk simply put the girl down, held her thin cheeks in both hands, and carefully observed her face. After staring at her, he gradually felt that there was indeed a shadow of that old guy Proclaw between his brows. Who knows? Maybe a counterfeit. On the contrary, this face is quite attractive.

Around noon, more than 20 village elders, accompanied by Ross soldiers, were forced to test the girl who had been taken away.

Among them was the old lady from yesterday.

These same people are well-informed due to old age in the village. When the strong people are no longer there, they will take on the responsibility similar to the leaders. This time, we must take this opportunity to figure out why.

They were surprised at the cavalry camp. A large number of wooden sheds were built overnight, and tents with coarse cloth and leather were densely arranged. Tall war horses taller than the local horses were grazed in groups, and a group of tall warriors holding sword hilts lined up to patrol...

"Hurry up! Old men, don't dawdle." The soldier urged.

The security here is heavily guarded, and the elders are terrified. In fact, the answer has already been given. If it is the girl who was taken away yesterday, she is indeed the granddaughter of Proclaw.

Again the little girl was frightened, but she was already her own servant anyway. When Fisk let go of his hand, Karl quickly rushed up, helped the girl up and even hugged her in his arms.

"Same as your father. I really cherish my first servant." Fisk scratched his bald head and glanced at Carlota with a playful smile.

Karl has decided that no matter what the girl's status is, she is his servant. Even if the mother plans to execute the sentence for the crime of deception, he will stop it.

Although it felt very strange, Solkina got a long-lost comfortable feeling. Be a servant? She doesn't do anything now, and she even makes her little hands a little callused due to labor such as pulling weeds and removing dung, and now she suddenly feels a little uncomfortable when she is idle.

It was also the calluses on her hands that made Carlotta suspect that aristocratic women don't need to do heavy labor.

Finally, around noon, those old men who arrived late stood outside Carlotta's big tent.

Without any formality, Carlotta was still in a gorgeous suit, with a sword hanging from her waist, which was even more heroic.

She appeared with Karl, and at the same time pushed the little girl Solkina to her face.

Seeing the little girl's face, the elders were surprised, pleasantly surprised, and even cried. At the same time, the little girl poured out two more lines of tears, just because the old lady of the same clan was standing here.

If they didn't even have a decent reaction, it could almost prove that the girl was a fake.

However, their emotional reactions were extremely violent, and the speculation that the matter was true was almost indistinguishable.

"Her? What's her father's name? What's her grandpa's name?" Carlota asked in Slavic.

The old men were too cautious about the surrounding soldiers, but the old lady shouted in a hoarse voice impatiently: "She is Solkina. Her father's name is Vyacheslav, and her grandfather is our chief leader Prozva Husbands. You Ross people, you killed her grandfather and her parents. Huh..."

The old lady mentioned the war last year. Look at these old guys. Many family members died in every household.

An old man beckoned the old woman not to provoke the conqueror with his eyes, and the old lady shut up wisely. Because life has to go on, the conqueror gave everyone a chance to meet, and naturally wanted to fight for a more decent future for the village.

Carlotta felt compassion only for a moment, but she knew best the sufferings of this group of people. But a real warrior will not complain, but seize every opportunity to revive.

As for revenge... these Polotsk people better not take revenge. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's way to avoid the latter is to win them all over.

The breakthrough point for wooing is now.

Carlotta said a few words, then suddenly pulled Suorgina in front of her, put her hands on her shoulders, and said seriously to the old men: "Sure enough, no one spoke. I declare! This girl is my son's wife , is my future Duchess of the Principality of Ostara. She is the granddaughter of your great leader. You have fought hard in Polotsk, and I recognize your bravery. Now, we are married! The granddaughter of your leader is now my adopted daughter , when she becomes an adult, she will be my daughter-in-law!"

Especially the last sentence, Carlotta repeated it three times in succession, hoping that everyone could understand.

This is the best solution, and Solkina has a family again.

Although such a solution is not her subjective wish, she must accept the reality for the sake of the entire village and Polotsk.

Solkina was still a little ignorant, but she somehow understood that her future would not be worse than that of a servant...