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

"My lord, it looks like we are clean. Next..."

"Just call me Jeflo. You are Carlotta, now you are so much more beautiful. And your sister Ella."

Which girl with plain clothes and clean appearance is not comfortable? This is so on the surface, Carlotta and Ella are nobles after all, and Jeflo can easily feel the temperament that is different from ordinary tribal people.

Now, Jeflo has another task, and this special task tells everything from the witch doctor with a wreath of flowers standing behind him.

Jeflo continued: "My host has arranged the evening's affairs. You two are distinguished guests. The host will have dinner with you tonight. Until then, Carlotta, I am instructed to treat your wounds."

"Dinner together? For our sisters?!" Is Carlotta moved? She is first to stay alert.

The bad contact with the businessman named Fodegan before made Carlotta have to be very cautious in dealing with others, as if the group of businessmen always greedy himself and his sister. In this world, a woman who is beautiful will become a treasure that many people are vying for.

Carlotta doesn't think she is very beautiful, but the experience during this period of time is hardly possible...

She is not narcissistic, she just hopes that she and her sister can get through the suffering as soon as possible. But the fat funder mentioned some non-divided requirements? By now, Carlotta had to think about it.

Because people have to live.

She thought about it for a while, and said respectfully, "Master Jeflo, thank you for treating me."

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

In an ordinary lounge, Carlotta lay quietly on a soft sheepskin blanket.

The witch doctor was already sitting on the ground desperately pounding herbs, and Jeflo was also rubbing a knife with the cowhide.

Carlotta couldn't help trembling when she saw the knife. She was not afraid of the knife itself, but just thought of the previous experience of being stabbed in the wound by a mercenary, although it was also the so-called treatment.

"Are you scared? Don't worry, my technique is very fast." Evlo comforted.

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

"You are very thoughtful." Yevlo didn't think much about it, and threw a ball of linen to the girl. Carlotta quickly folded it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Her sister sat down on her knees and held her sister's hand tightly, tears streaming out.

The knife had been sharpened so sharply, Jeflo 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 Yevlo suddenly discovered that the wound had been healed, it can be said that it had been healed by the vulgar method that soldiers would use.

A very exciting thing must have happened on the girl's escape route, and Jeflo had to ask it again before she started.

Almost being dragged by a businessman to be a concubine? It's ridiculous! What is more absurd is that the wound was "welded" by a mercenary.

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

"Really, I want to see if that idiot cured you. Your leg was destroyed without proper treatment. Now you are very lucky."

Hearing, Carlotta bit the linen ball hard, she put her face aside, tears flowed unconsciously.

"Then it will begin, boy, be strong."

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

Because she was soaked in water, the scabs on the surface of her wound became whitish and easy to fall off, but the pustules in the lower layer still need to be drained thoroughly.

Although they did not know the specific mechanism of the disease, the witch doctors and priests of Mellaren knew that purulent wounds often caused fever, and excessive fever caused death. To avoid death, all pus must be removed. Even, keep cutting the wound until you see bright red flesh and blood flowing.

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

Compared to witch doctors, Evlo's personal swordsman is better. He uncovered the girl's soft scabs and used a knife to thoroughly clean up the foul-smelling pus.

Uncovering the scars is really a torment, Carlotta's forehead is full of sweat, and her body is shaking unconsciously.

Next is the time of the witch doctor.

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

In fact, this bunch of herbs is not a mysterious thing. It was a pile of European purslane that was mashed into a mortar by a witch doctor, and then mixed with some honey.

Witch doctors do not know the reason for this herbal treatment, but it is very helpful for wound healing.

They have summed up this experience in their long-term lives, and purslane and honey both have the effect of accelerating wound healing and anti-infection. Of course, the witch doctor cannot guarantee that this medicine is absolutely effective, so he has to make a small prayer before applying the medicine, so that he can tell the wounded that whether they recover quickly depends on the will of God.

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

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

A little sulphur remains in the clothes Carlotta is wearing, which makes the clothes have a certain sterilization function. Also, her body was coated with higher alkaline soap bubbles, and the bacteria on her body were killed on a large scale. The truly reliable antibacterial and healing medicine has broken through the wound. Perhaps for Carlotta, the only thing that can prevent her from recovering from the injury is her weak body.

Rejuvenate? This is also easy to handle!

As long as Gould deliberately provided the two children with exactly the same food as his granddaughter, it might take less than half a year for the two poor, skinny children to become chubby.

Carlotta's injured leg was wrapped in a burlap. It is entirely because the Gould family began to wash all kinds of linen fabrics with soap, making even the linen cloth used for dressing equivalent to disinfection. It can be said that all this is a coincidence. The Carlota sisters are now living in a low-bacterial environment, which is very conducive to their physical recovery.

Carlota became limp after the treatment, and she knew it was only temporary.

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

She was held by Yevlo's arm, and couldn't help asking: "My lord, what's next for dinner?"

"Yeah, I think your sisters are already starving. Indeed, the sun is going to go down too now." Supporting the girl, Jeflo couldn't help but praise the girl's performance just now. "You are really a strong kid, you didn't even pass out. If you are a boy, you can definitely become a brave fighter."

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

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

"Oh..." Carlotta sighed and said slowly: "We were captured by the Danes. The Danes have a man named Ragnar, and he let us go."

"There is still such a thing? Maybe that man can take you away and become slaves. He actually let you go." Yevlo was a little surprised when he heard it, but he didn't pay much attention.

"Because..." Carlotta didn't want to say much anymore, but her thin lips were already showing resentful teeth, and the roots of her deciduous teeth that she had personally bitten.

"Some hard to tell why? Well, I won't ask more."

"I...I want revenge."

"So you plan to become a female fighter? You can endure pain, my child, before attacking an opponent, a good fighter must be able to withstand the beating. Maybe you have such potential, but I don't want a beautiful woman to go. Engage in fights that should belong to men."

"Well, 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? Isn't it..."

Yevlo laughed: "Carlotta, just like I said on the boat. You two are going to the Ross people. My benefactor is an old friend of the Ross leader. Maybe it's because of your grandpa. , The leader of the Ross people will be very happy to take you in. And my benefactor is happy to facilitate this."

Hearing it, Carlotta let out a sigh of relief: "If so, it would be great..."

"Let's go. Carlota, Ella, you are safe. My golden master will not treat you two badly."

Now, although things and I can imagine it is very big. Carlotta can finally be sure that what she fancies has come true. There are indeed nobles here in Mellaren, but nobles are not from Mellaren.

Ross people, is that you?

Once upon a time, Carlota and Ella, their knowledge of the Ross people came entirely from the rhetoric of their families.

Grandpa has always spoken highly of the Ross people, and he envied the birth of an expert 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 be favored by the great **** Odin. Therefore, there is a saying that the Ross people who live in the far north will rise up because of this child.

Maybe this is a prophecy fabricated by the Ross people, but since there are so many merchants, they have listened a lot, and the Ostara people have to think about it.

Carlotta has been personally supported by Jeflo, and she took her sister's little hand, and the three of them walked into Gould's restaurant-a small independent wooden house.

Time is dwindling, and the time for the prosperous trade of the entire Melaren Bazaar has passed.

Nightlife? No.

The entire Mellaren Bazaar will quickly enter a spontaneous curfew, and business will be suspended for it.

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

Starlight began to appear in the sky, and a cool breeze was blowing in the lake.

At Gould's family banquet, the aroma of barbecue was filled with double screams.

When Carlota and Ella appeared in front of Gould again, he, who had experienced many battles with women, could infer what they would look like in the future from the neat appearance of the twotwo beautiful women.

After all, he had personal contact with the leader of Ostara's family, and even he could be sure that the boy who was in the arms of the leader back then grew up and had two daughters. I never thought that after thirty years, I would be lucky enough to shelter their last ethnicity.

The Ostara family, of course, they give priority to the beautiful daughters of other tribe leaders when they marry a daughter-in-law. They have always intermarried selectively, so they have absorbed the blood of beautiful women from various tribes for several generations. Naturally, these two children He looks beautiful. For example, a pair of big blue eyes and a slightly higher nose bridge.

They eat finer foods on weekdays, so it's not guilty that they try to gnaw on bacon like ordinary people.

So Carlota and Ella, they both have comfortable pointed jaws.

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

The sisters sat on a table together, and in front of them were sizzling roasted lamb, newly baked bread cubes, honey water poured into a crystal glass, and some appetizing fresh raspberries.

The staple food here is still barbecue.

It's no surprise that the oily barbecue is not surprising. The two children paid special attention to the crystal cups on the table. The look they looked at with wide-eyed eyes made Gould laugh.

"Don't look at you two anymore! From the moment you enter the house, you will look around. Is it difficult to be my guest?"

Carlota hurriedly coughed twice, and took her sister to sit cross-legged, especially to straighten her back, which made them even more decent.

As the master of the banquet, Gould raised his expensive white horn cup inlaid with gold: "Family, today's banquet is for Carlotta and Ella. They are the last descendants of the leader of Ostara. Honorable man." After speaking, Gould looked at Carlotta who had everything to learn: "My child, there is honey in your glass, just treat it as a bar! Let's toast."

"Okay, cheers..."

Carlotta is now attending this banquet as the Ostra Clan, and she feels this deeply.

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

In this banquet, the two girls undoubtedly became the absolute focus. Although they were indeed descended from the leader of the Ostara people, the Snoreva family still felt that their father had given them too much courtesy. They are two children! Even younger than his two daughters.

It is understandable that his father madly ingratiated himself with the eight-year-old Rurik of Rose because of his family's soaring profits. Because the cooperation between the family and the Russ has turned into a large number of silver coins and silver coins, it really shocked Snoreva.

Here are the two orphans who have lost their families. Is it good for the Gould family to treat them well?

And this is exactly what Carlotta and Ella must understand.

Gould announced that everyone could eat, and immediately afterwards, he pierced the meat-cutting knife into the barbecue.

The meal is right in front of them. Fortunately, the two women have received basic training in table manners, and even when they are hungry, they also suppressed their instinct to eat.

Therefore, when the host of the banquet announced the start of the banquet, the two of them did not need the knife on the table, and directly tore up the barbecue with their hands, 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 is also very fierce.

Gould's family are all meat-eaters, especially as the head of the family. Gould often claims that he can eat a lamb at a meal when he is young, but he can't do it now because he is older.

The child is a child after all, and the two who are hungry and crazy have a desire for unlimited food. 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 the businessman with huge financial resources who claimed to be Gould, and she still had to ask what happened.

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

"Yo? I started to use honorifics? Carlotta, you are very smart." Then, Gould poured himself another glass of wine and said enthusiastically: "Maybe my Jeflo has already told you. You two It is indeed a noble person. I want to bring you to the realm of the Rus. I will try my best to recommend you to the leader of the Rus."

Gould didn't finish speaking, Carlotta suddenly consciously smelled the danger signal.

She suddenly asked: "What are you going to do? Is it necessary to hand over our sisters to the leader of the Ross people as wives? No...no!"

The girl was furious without warning. While Gould was startled, he tried his best to remain calm on the face.

He soothed and said: "If that's the case, why don't I keep you two by my side and become a concubine? Don't worry, I won't do that. And the Ross, hey...you don't know the Ross at all."

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

"Ah! It's Rurik!" Gould was easily excited because he drank some alcohol. He patted his thigh: "It's Rurik! It's a shame that you two have lost your parents. And the leader of the Ross people, the old guy who died of two children when he was young, now has a magical Rurik. But he treats this child as a treasure. However, the leader will never forget the two children he has lost. He even treats his little maid as a daughter. Your identity is much more noble than that maid, and so are you. The leader's ally."

All the things Gould said, Carlotta felt like a fantasy.

"Ms. Merchant, you mean to let us give the leader of the Ross people to... be a daughter?" Carlotta asked weakly.

"Is this not good? 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 a glass.

Now, Gould has begun to frantically tout Rurik, not only to prove Rurik's wisdom, but also to prove the correctness of his family's decision.

It was Carlotta that heard it even more bizarre. She couldn't think that the strange thing that made her stinking all over her body was Rurik's invention, and that thing had already made the merchant rich.

But that thing is indeed a treasure, and Carlotta now has an unprecedented comfortable experience. Even, it is said that the thing called soupa can kill annoying fleas.

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

From Gould's perspective, he just felt that the Ross chief's family was too kind to his little maid. There is also Rurik's attitude towards Lumia, even reaching the level of a sibling.

In this way, Rurik has gradually become tangible from an illusory figure.

"If this is the case, for the two of us, it is really...a kind of luck." Carlotta said slowly.

"Oh! It's the luck of you two, ah, speaking of it..." Gould had to pour himself a glass of wine to set off his excitement, "Speaking of which, the Ross people must be responsible for your suffering. The Ross people attacked brother. The Tran people, that's why the Danes counterattack. If the Danes hit Lake Mlaren, I can only evacuate. If the Ross people do not act this year, you will not end 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, the fate of our Ostala people is not controlled by the Ross people." Carlota said with a wooden 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 battle. Only weak women like me and my sister are eligible to escape."

"Don't talk about it." Gould shook his head. "The Roths are still responsible. They must take in both of you. Don't worry, I will work hard to make this happen. There is only one very difficult problem now."

"What's the problem?" Carlotta became alert again for an instant.

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

"What's the identity? The leader's granddaughter?" Carlotta pinched her small pointed chin. She never thought of these things, and even this morning she was still a dirty little guy who was dying.

Gould categorically denied that because of the power of alcohol, his actions were even more exaggerated. He tugged his arms and stretched his fat-eared head loudly and yelled: "Bah! Granddaughter of the leader? How many people are there in your Ostara? In my opinion, only the two of you will survive! Let's go! Now, Carlotta, do you want your tribe to disappear forever?"

The words are a bit hurtful, asking himself how much Carlotta hopes the harmonious Ostara will be resurrected in place.

"My lord, I...I want to rebuild Ostara in my dreams."

"Then rebuild! Remember, Carlota! And you, don't be in a daze, Ella. You two are women. Remember, a woman is a tribe. You don't have to think too much, you This is Ostara. When you grow up, you find a man to marry, have many children, and have more children. The tattoos on the back of your two necks prove your noble status. The people I know in Ross are very affectionate, maybe The Mellaren people won't take you in, the Ross people will definitely. The two of you will rebuild Ostara under the blessing of the Ross people. Is this difficult?"

Things became very real, and Carlotta realized that he had great potential.

Gould laughed completely now: "What a silly boy! Carlotta, your family has no other descendants. You and your sister are the last two. Ostara has a seat in the league. Yes, if the leader is not inherited, the seat will be gone. I think you must take over the position of leader."

"Me? Shall I be the leader of Ostara?" Carlotta pointed at herself with wide-eyed eyes, shocked on her face.

"Why not? Now you have only two choices, see Ostara no longer exist, or you will be the leader."

"I... where is my tribe? This is ridiculous, right?"

Gould shook his head: "For the time being, you don't need the tribe. When you grow up and give birth to many children, your family will be rejuvenated. By then, someone will join your tribe. Children, there is no one here more than me. Knowing about your Ostala people, what I know, many people join you just because of your cattle-raising skills."

"That's true." Carlotta smiled proudly, even boasting: "Don't think I am just a child, I am good at raising cows. This is a skill we all Aostala women have to learn. Even, mine. My sister is also a good player."

"Okay, I think you already understand." After that, Gould poured himself another glass. He looked around and ordered his family members to watch the show, and the only mercenary Jeflo who was eligible to enter the house banquet. Order them to raise their wine glasses.

To whom? Is to respect Carlotta.

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

Although a little embarrassed, the others raised their glasses accordingly.

In this way, Carlotta has a new identity, which is at least recognized by a reliable person. Will the Ross admit it? Gould felt that since Otto and Rlik had long claimed to be interested in competing for the power of the Mellaren tribe in the alliance, it was an inevitable right move to take in these two girls.

Although Carlotta is a girl, she is already the first heir to the family power of the chief 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 Ross people are willing to admit that Ostara is not destroyed, then they must recognize Carlotta's leader status.

In this way, qualitatively speaking, the Ostara tribe has become a vassal of the Rus tribe.

As an ambitious and powerful tribe that is not underestimated, but also rapidly growing, it doesn't matter how large or small the population of its vassals are. The pursuit of affiliation is a qualitative affiliation.

Out of business considerations, 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 Mlaren people sat and watched the Danish army destroy the Aostala tribe and refused to rescue them. In the end, it was the Ross who took in the Aostala refugees. Even if the Russ take in only two children, it is "only the Russ take in the Aostara refugees", and then they can help them rebuild their homes, even if it is nominal.

Then the two children have told Gould that he will move their homes after the wheat harvest.

A big businessman with huge wealth moved to the realm of the Ross people. Carlotta felt that this businessman was also disappointed in the Mellaren people. The businessman bet on his family's wealth to immigrate to Ross, perhaps the future brought by the Ross people is really different.

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

The two children started a comfortable guest life, and they haven't landed since they went to the island. They also couldn't make it to land. There was food and drink here, and their lives temporarily restored peace and safety.

They and Gould's two granddaughters became very good friends, and they always get together to play games that little girls like. Sometimes, Carlota and Ella performed a traditional craft of milking cows and calming cows in public.

It's all because of eating too well during this time. Carlota's weak body has been supplemented with a lot of protein, carbon water and vitamins. Her thin body can be regarded as some fat, and the recovery speed of her leg injuries is amazing.

Fifteen days after applying the medicine, Carlotta's knee wound has become a huge scab. Because of the rapid growth of new skin, she often itchy.

During this period, she also fully understood the reason why more and more children from the Mellaren Bazaar entered the island.

It turned out that these were the tasks of the merchant Gould, specifically the purposes of the Roths.

It is not just children here, but also the poor people in the slave market, almost once they were there, they were brought to the island by merchants.

These people are almost all women of different ages, among which little girls are the most begging. They will all become slaves of the Ross people? I'm afraid it will not be that simple.

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

She really couldn't imagine ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Jeflo was actually a Finn, and Jeflo's life was bestowed by the fat old man Gould. So Jeflo's identity is a slave, I am afraid it is not all.

He is like the adopted son of a big businessman.

Sister Carlotta has seen a lot of strange things on the island of the merchant Gould not yet in Roseburg. Of course, it's strange that it's strange to have its new identity.

In the end, only this big businessman recognized the orphan of the Ostra tribe as the new leader, even if there were only two women left in the tribe.

Of course Carlotta knew that there were still many clansmen who were not dead. They sadly became slaves to other tribes, fearing that they would live a miserable life forever.

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

A thought of repaying gratitude is sprouting.

That is the so-called Ostala tribe, if it really recovers because of their own enthusiasm, then it will be given to their children and grandchildren, and the leaders of the future generations must treat the Gould family well. Give them the cheapest price of cowhide, the best quality yogurt, and the leader invited the members of the Gould family into the family banquet.