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

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

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

Otto knows some ancient Slavic languages. In fact, he was surprised by the fluency of his son's declaration of ownership of the servant. It seemed that Rurik and the manor Ligus could talk and laugh together.

Thinking back to his son's fluency in language and conversation just now, Otto couldn't help but reverie that his son must have a far-reaching purpose in studying so seriously.

It's better this way, but the next problem will immediately arise.

Otto was very happy that his son could easily conquer a group of small servants.

He patted his son's little head, and obviously amused to ask the most crucial question: "My son, your servants are here. How do you think they should be placed?"

"Oh, don't worry about this. Dad, I have built a brand new longhouse just to house all the servants. You know, there will be more servants in my future."

"Really? You spent money to build a new longhouse. Has it succeeded? I want to see. But I still have to go to the priest's longhouse first." At this point, Otto noticed None of the priests stood on the beach.

This is not the case for returning homes in the past! The so-called unprofitable can not afford to be early. The priests are always eager to take away their tribute first, but now there is no figure.

Since Haroldoson was still waiting by his side, Otto asked solemnly: "Where are the priests? Are they all dead? Villia is also dead?"

Harrodsson was taken aback, it was really hard to tell just because of the things inside.

"You mean it."

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

"Don't hesitate, something is wrong? Will she never... die?" Otto couldn't help but feel heartache when thinking of the fastest possibility. After all, before setting off, High Priest Veria showed a state of fatigue that he had never experienced before, and perhaps death was really about to come.

Harozossen stomped his feet vigorously: "What a tragedy! We succeeded in defeating the Gotland people, and we gave a lot of tributes to the priests. As a result, Bona, she was already doing the work of the high priest, and those priests were there all day long. Quoting the craft ale delivered by the merchants. Their drunken appearance almost messed up our summer solstice sacrifice."

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

Rurik suddenly interrupted: "Dad, Uncle Haroldoson is right. Maybe you only can stop the stupid behavior of those priests. And our high priest, her situation is really not very good."

Since the son said so, it must be true. Because the unique identity of his son Rurik allows him to enter and exit the sacred long house of the priest freely without any scruples!

Otto had planned to go to the longhouse of the priest and the high priest as soon as he did before. This is the tradition of the tribe that has been carried out for decades.

The son's words were really vague. He understood two of the meanings: the ordinary priest was drinking heavily, and the high priest Veria might not be able to do it anymore.

Otto stomped his feet vigorously, and asked his son and his wife: "You all go home, I want to go to the priest's longhouse at once."

"Is it a debriefing? Dad?" Rurik asked.

"I'm going to visit the high priest! Damn, Villa can't die yet! Rurik, as we agreed before, you settle down with your servant and wait for me at home." After that, Otto patted hard. Luo Zuosen: "Brother, take some young people with me to the longhouse."

After that, he greeted Arik, who was with his wife, you and I, and asked them to go with him.

More than thirty strong brave men, led by the dignified big leader Otto, carrying sabers and bucklers, marched aggressively toward the priest's longhouse, just to clarify the situation.

Seeing them disappear in the crowd, Rurik didn't want to wander on the lively beach anymore.

He commanded in Old Cyrillic: "Servants, follow me and see your home."

A group of children hit him barefoot on the sand.

Of course the children longed to have their own shoes. They arched their feet and walked cautiously, subconsciously paying attention to Rurik's compact and decent leather boots.

Rurik, of course he noticed this.

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

You must have suitable clothes, and you must have boots that weigh your feet. All the children must also take a bath, and the girl among them will tie up their hair again.

There is obviously a lot more to do.

For example, the children must also be given new names.

In terms of naming, Rurik has already had a clear principle.

Boys and girls looked left and right, because the owner with the golden ponytail had been speaking in the language of their hometown, they had to ignore the attention of others and followed closely.

The children all know that they have entered the Varyag den, a place that once only existed in legends.

Now it's really here.

This place is indeed different from the hometown, but a house is a house, and a person is a person. It's not that strange that there are mountains and water here.

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

The girls grew their mouths, raised their heads one by one, sighing at the size of the house.

It was Kamnet, the little boy realized in an instant, how could this house resemble the home of the manor of his hometown?

Because the two giant wooden houses are standing on pillars. There are a lot of holes under the pillars, and he thinks he can easily get in.

There was also some pungent smell in the air, not smelly, even the smell was quite attractive.

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

Home of the future?

Kamni squinted his eyes. Once his home was shabby and shabby, did his master, Rurik, allow him to live in such a luxurious residence for a lowly and indifferent servant like him?

Kamni kept quiet, as did the other girls.

Rurik scratched his face, looking a little cold.

"Lumia!"

"Yes, masta."

"For the time being, show me these children, I'll go get Palla out of the soap workshop." After a word, Rurik ran away.

The soap workshop is actually very close to the two new-style longhouses.

Now, Lu Mia, an eleven-year-old girl, is taking care of the younger children. She talked with her in stumbling Norse, or because she was so good-natured, the alert children relaxed and couldn't wait to talk.

This place is full of children's twittering, and a lot of questions are like a lot of fire.

It's a pity that the child's inquiries are all in Cyrillic, how can she understand Lumia? Oh no. Lumia knew a little bit of minimal spoken language, which was also deliberately instilled in her by Rurik.

Sad and sad.

That little boy, the owner Ruriek will definitely make other arrangements for him. As for the ten girls in front of them, they are all maids, and they are their sisters, or they are responsible for managing them as the chief maids.

At the first meeting, the scene was a bit disturbing. Lumia, who couldn't understand the language, first fiddled with her arms and kept explaining, and finally she simply covered her ears, just to calm her mind.

From the smoky workshop, Rurik dragged Palla, who was boiling oil, out.

When Parla left the anxious place, she took a breath of fresh air.

In the past few days, good news has come from the fish market. Thirty fishermen maneuvered four fishing boats. They were trawling herring in the waters farther north, but they were lucky to find a fountain on the sea surface, that is, a whale.

Five beluga whales were assassinated by fishermen with short spears for self-defense. Do you still have to fish for herring?

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

The priests became lazy, and the oil used to burn the lamp was still enough, and they had no idea about the new whale.

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

She has been stirring a bite of the fat in the pottery urn that has been roasted by the fire with a big wooden stick, and the burnt smell of fat is quite disgusting to her. Her braids were also badly smoked by the oil. The beauty of a woman has almost disappeared.

All the hard work is worth it.

In June, she delivered 50 pieces of soap to Rurik, 30 of which must be crossed, and for the other 20, Rurik paid her four silver coins immediately as agreed.

Yes, the value of soap is defined by Rurik as two silver coins, the so-called ex-factory price. As for how much Rurik can sell it, it has nothing to do with Parla.

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

July has arrived. As the job has gradually stabilized, she is very confident of earning 20 silver coins this month.

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

Palla, who fully understood the situation, was ecstatic.

"Let's go and see those people." Rurik flicked his neck and strode, followed by the smoky priest Palla.

When Palla appeared in front of the children, no one could believe that such a figure was also a priest of the Varanga.

But Rurik was introduced to the children.

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

Rurik pinched his waist and told a group of children who stood still in ancient Slavic language: "You are all my servants. You will work for me from tomorrow. As your masters, I allow you to live. Here!"

Rurik pointed to the huge long house: "See it! Give me serious work, and you can live here. Wait a while, and I will give each of you a good meal. Now, I see me next to me. Woman."

Rurik pointed to Rumia first: "You just pestered her to ask a lot of things. Girls, she is Rumia, my most important and loyal servant. Rumia is your sister, and you will Work for me under her management!"

After that, Rurik pointed to Palla: "Girls, starting tomorrow, she will arrange work for you. Remember now, I am not providing you with a house and food out of compassion. You are servants, born. Just to work for me. If any of you are lazy, you will be locked up in a small dark room and hungry!"

"Do you understand everything? If you don't work well, just shut up and hungry for a day!"

In fact, Rurik really has 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 reflected on his love for Lumia, and at the beginning it was indeed a trace of guilt in his heart. But at the Hanukkah festival, he cut the deer's throat with a steel sword himself, and his mentality changed.

For these little children, Rurik had already figured it out. If they really do not work well, they really have behaviors such as rebellion.

Execution by hand? It would be cruel.

Kick it out and throw it to someone willing to raise it. If no one wants to raise them, then exile them and consider them to fend for themselves.

correct! Just do it.

Rurik immediately added in a threatening tone; "Listen! My servants. You must be loyal to me. Any infidelity you have now will encounter my exile, and you will be eaten away by wolves. If you grow up to behave unfaithfully, I will personally cut off this person's head." As he said, the Rurik sword was out of its sheath, and the metal buzzing scared the girls subconsciously holding each other together.

They were trembling, including the little boy, Kamni, who was cowering.

Rurik inserted the sword back into the scabbard in a cool manner, pinched his waist with both hands, and his hideous expression returned to ease.

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

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

The children had to follow the master's footsteps carefully, stepping on the wooden steps of the big wooden house, passing through the leather curtain pulled up by the smoky woman, and walking into the spacious room.

At this moment, Rurik had made it clear to the tribal elders who took care of the wooden house. They had been standing outdoors, especially at the door of the long house. Just now, when Rurik was talking, they were trying their best to remember the faces of all the children.

Because they were afraid that the sloppy children of the tribe would rush into the long house built by the benefactor Rurik out of curiosity.

All the wooden windows were opened, and the warm sunlight brightened the room.

All wooden beds are covered with animal skin lining mattresses, and on top of them are neatly folded quilts.

"Wow! Wooden floors. This is the case with the manor's house, and we can also..."

"Ah! Are these all beds?"

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

"You are silly, Kajia, this will be our future home. Our master is such a good person."

Rurik could hear the girls' twittering, and they could speak in Old Cyrillic, and they could basically understand them.

What a little girl said made him very satisfied.

"Yes! Your new home!" Rurik said, approaching them, "Now choose your own bed. Remember, everyone chooses one. Go ahead."

The master gave the order, and the girls happily ran to their favorite beds. They are the way to it, this time they can't help but urge any Ric, they choose to get together.

The little boy Kamni also happily wanted to choose his own bed, but he was the only one who was grabbed by Rurik himself by his slender arm.

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

It seems that the body is about the same age, Rurik consciously accompanies the next child to train, and enjoys participating in the shield wall impact training. The purpose of training is to improve everyone's strength and organization. He was eight years old, and his arms were enough to swing the steel sword around his waist flexibly.

Looking back at this Kamnier, maybe this child fits the real situation of an ordinary boy in this time and space. It's the pitiful situation where the body's functions are weak, and a small illness can kill you.

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

"Master...Master~www.mtlnovel.com~I..." Kamnier looked puzzled.

"Your name is Kamnier? Kamnier, you are different from them, you are a man, and I will arrange your other work."

"Me? Other jobs?" Kamnier was still puzzled.

"Yes! A job completely different from them, you wouldn't live here. Are you someone I can trust?"

"I can!" Kamnier 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 are fundamentally different from little girls. Even if Kamnier is still a child, as long as he can eat meat every day, he will definitely be a strong man in less than ten years. If the future Kamnier is a simple brawny, that would be great.

Rurik really felt that in the future, he had better have a group of muscular, simple-minded, brawny men who only obeyed the master's commands.

In this way, it will be more at ease.