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Olekin and his men were very nervous. Since the other party is a Norwegian businessman, it is normal for them to trade with swords, and it is even more normal for them to have a group of "slash masters".

We drew out their swords to fight, it was really not our own thoughts.

Olekin signaled that his men were not allowed to fight without an order. He really didn't want to hurt the peace of the Mlaren and the Norwegians.

But what is going on with the glare of sunlight reflected by those swords? !

Olekin took a closer look and found that the sword they were holding was obviously made of the same material as his own.

"They...I used ten pounds of silver coins to buy a hard sword that cuts like mud of iron, and then used a pound of gold to inlay its lines. For this sword, I spent the equivalent of twenty pounds of silver coins. Why?! They These people actually have a hard sword in their hands?!" Thinking of these "Norwegians" wearing burqa, Olekin completely believed in their strong financial resources this time.

Looking at the children lying on the ground trembling in the corner, Olekin felt that these wild children and the Norwegians in the burqa were not related to each other.

His active mind has quickly given up his plan to use force. Since the opponent is very powerful, are they a caravan sent by a powerful Norwegian tribal leader on the other side of the mountain? If you can do business with these wealthy guys, wouldn't the many troubles facing your tribe be easily solved?

Thinking that they could easily throw a pound of silver coins in the tavern, Olegin, who was short of money, completely changed his face. The sword he pointed directly at can be inserted back into the scabbard and opened his arms again.

Olekin walked three steps forward, looking straight at Arik who was holding two swords, as if showing a majestic giant crab with crab claws.

He complimented: "A Norwegian visitor from afar! I am the leader of Mlaren. I already know your wealth. If you are very happy to do business, I will be your good friend. I will accept the weapon and return it. Please don't be nervous, please accept your weapons."

Arik was a little confused for a while. He was thinking about cutting off the heads of a few idiots in a fight, and seeing that the crowded opponents had all received their swords, he couldn't say anything else.

Rurik, who had been half exposed, had been observing in secret. Since the opponent had stopped, he went out of his cousin's shelter.

He lifted his burqa, revealed his clean face and golden ponytail, and asked loudly, "What are you doing?! Why are you beating the child?!"

"You? A child?" Olekin squinted his eyes and wondered: "Who are you? Are these wild dogs your dependents?"

"It's not."

"Who are you? You are not afraid of being beaten to death by my people, just like these people?" Olekin pointed his finger at the children lying on the ground. He felt that the strange child in front of him could be frightened.

"Why should I be afraid. I know you. You are Olegin, the leader of the Mellaren people."

Olekin was a little surprised. He couldn't help but look at the private soldiers on his left and right, and shouted with a smile: "Oh, it seems that my name is spreading on the other side of the mountain, and even a child knows it."

The private soldiers all cheered up, like a mockery.

Rurik was not angry, and said coldly: "Don't hurt these kids anymore, all your people will leave."

"Haha, dare a child order me?"

"No! I..." Rurik calmed down, "I know at least one brave person who should attack someone more brave. I see you beating a child, it's brave."

For a moment, Olekin's heart was suffocated. He lowed his throat and said viciously: "They are not children. At least they are not children of my tribe. They are a kind of dirty wild dogs, they often steal, and now they are actually trying Attack me. Norwegians in the distance, are you going to save these wild dogs?"

Rurik looked at the children who were sitting silly at the roots of the wooden wall waiting to be beaten up, knocking on the battlefield. He felt that Olekin was teaching the wild children what he was doing. It was obviously just beating people for fun. When I think that I need to do big business with these guys, I don't need to say that I feel disgusted. It can be said that the leader of the dignified tribal alliance is nothing but this!

Rurik originally had some beautiful illusions about the leader Olegin. He learned some public opinions that were not conducive to this person through various channels. He did not expect to see it today. Even the most reliable leader of this servant is not good enough. It's too far.

Disgust is disgust, he Olekin is a leader, he is also a leader. For the benefit of the Ross tribe, not only does business need to be done, but it also has to be expanded, because money and materials are the most tangible.

Listening to this person's words, it seems that the Mlaren people are also tolerating theft by outsiders, because Olegin, as the leader, used cruel methods because they squeezed the people's grievances.

Rurik looked at the raised heads of the trembling children again. They were indeed male and female, and they cast all imploring eyes.

Suddenly, he thought of the few children he met not long ago, they were also expelled by the Mellaren women.

It seems that whether it is a leader or a commoner, they are expelling wild children from outside?

But where did these children come from? Judging from the blond hair of the children, they have a typical Scandinavian appearance. Rurik can be sure that refugees from a certain tribe at that time experienced exactly the same tragedy as Carlota last year.

Save them?

of course!

Rurik was determined and said loudly, "I can save them."

"Just you? The distinguished guest from afar, accept your kindness! I really can't think of how you Norwegians will show kindness, aren't you good at taking slaves and then selling them? If you don't mind, please tell me who you are. "Olekin's disdain is already beyond words.

Tell him his identity? Of course you can't claim to be a Roth.

Now that he is acting as the Norwegian, Rurik had an idea: "We are from Balmerk, I am the son of Balmerk, this time we are going to visit you when we climb the mountain."

Olekin froze for a while, and then Ji Zhongshengzhi gave a false smirk, "Balmerk? Ah, so it's you!"

He didn't know that Rurik was acting every time, in order to avoid embarrassment, he had to act like he knew the so-called Balmerks.

Actually? The residents of Narvik Port in this era have not yet integrated into the Norwegian tribal alliance system. They are still self-contained and very closed. Of course they are indeed Norwegians.

"So, can you forgive them now?" Rurik continued to ask.

"Forgive? Of course you can, but it needs... it needs money."

"How much can they buy for their lives?"

Olekin could not have imagined that this beautiful boy could be so proactive, but he was not a really unscrupulous guy just to make some money. After he calmed down, he realized that these crazy dog-like children are actually bad dogs in various senses.

Recently, there have indeed been more refugees from the north in the tribe, almost all of them are young children.

Some businessmen are gathering these children, and some wealthy households are choosing the men and women who can be cultivated. As for picking the remaining children, the private soldiers on their own patrols can always get reports from the tribe, and they find one or two hard states every morning. Little corpse.

This is really unfavorable. The people of the tribe can't stand the appearance of dead bodies near their homes, and they also complain that their property is often stolen.

Who is the thief? Those foreign children who infiltrate the tribe must be thieves.

If anyone can take away the dirtiest guy left, dead or alive, even if the perpetrator is a group of Norwegians, it would be great.

Olekin didn't think much, "A child with a silver coin, let them go." After that, he counted the ones who can obviously move around. "Give me twenty silver coins. As for the ones lying on the ground, Just forget it."

Having said that, Olekin immediately cleaned up the killing, and those with the iron sword in the sheath finally showed their ferocity, and completed the killing cleanly and without even blinking their eyes.

"Oh! You unexpectedly!" Rurik was taken aback. He noticed that the wide-open eyes of the child who had witnessed the death of his companion were almost faint, and behind him was the metal buzzing of drawing swords.

"Killing people in front of us? What are you?" Arik felt that he had been strongly insulted. He had double swords in his hands again and yelled: "A real man, just fight with me."

Olekin shook his head regretfully, motioned to his subordinates to pull away a bunch of small corpses, and continued; "You should thank me. Anyway, if you take these people away, you won't be able to save them. They are seriously injured. I gave them great pleasure. It's strange that you raised these children and sold them as slaves. You actually have mercy on them! You are the strangest Norwegian I have ever met."

Rurik bared his teeth. Why didn't he feel insulted?

Is the value of human life only one silver coin? It's ridiculous. Or does this Olekin feel that he has the power of life and death in all things?

Rurik turned from anger to anger. He resisted the humiliation, signaled his cousin to stop trying to irritate those people, and personally unlocked the money bag on his waist. He threw it as hard as he was holding a solid ball with both hands, was caught by a private soldier and presented it to his owner.

"This is a pound of silver, we bought their lives!"

Olekin opened the purse and saw that there were silver coins of excellent color, and he couldn't help but feel happy. Although the money is not much, fortunately the fineness of the silver is excellent, this is a good surprise for him who is very short of money.

"Now, let them make a living." Rurik continued.

Olekin nodded, and stretched out his hand to signal the private soldier to leave a way so that the controlled child could escape.

Rurik turned his head to look at the children, and shouted, "Follow me now! You can live by leaving me!"

However, many children were frightened by the blood just now.

"Hey! Can't you understand Gnoss? Follow me, give you food, and give you clothes."

With such a promise, the child stood up boldly and tremblingly, dragging his hungry body to tentatively walking towards Rurik. During this period, there were three other boys who ran away, making Rurik really speechless.

Olekin shrugged and deliberately said: "Look, do you think you are a good person? These wild children don't appreciate it."

Rurik said nothing, watching the remaining children go faster and faster, and finally sat in front of him panting, pulling their legs with their dirty little hands. He and them are obviously of the same age. They were as thin as bones, and their clothes were so broken that they were almost non-existent, exposing their terrible ribs. It was really terrifying.

One by one they were screaming about their hunger, and Rurik was at a loss for a while.

Olekin turned his face to look at the wild children who had been mingling with the Norwegian travelers, and said loudly: "The rest is your own business. There are too many wild children recently, if you Norwegians can take them away , It's really great. I hope you can always have a kind heart and help me solve some problems." He hooked his head and muttered, "Although your kindness is stupid."

Olekin took his men and left one after another, and tranquility was restored to the area where the situation was once very tense.

The Mellaren people who hid to watch the play, after they walked out one after another, or continued to observe from a distance, there were also women carrying baskets and a little smoked dried fish approaching them.

An old woman without threats?

Arik put his guard down and asked the person's purpose.

She surrendered the fish in the basket and threw it directly on the ground. The hungry children didn't care about being dirty, so they just caught it and stuffed it in their mouths.

Rurik can't say anything, the kindness of the Mellaren people can only be maintained by an old lady?

He tried to talk to this kind old lady. Unexpectedly, the old lady also said: "Are you Norwegians? Something different from what I saw. You'd better take all these thieves away and don't let them die on us." The tribe, never show up with us."

"Ah! Do you hate them so much?"

"A bunch of thieves! I beg you to take them away, life is hard enough."

Now Rurik gave up. The so-called kindness of the old lady was nothing but a disguised order to chase away guests.

The old lady left after delivering the fish. Seeing that the children had no serious damage to the covering rags, she could no longer be ashamed. It was really like a puppy lying on the ground to eat. After all, Canglin knows the etiquette, they are one step away from starving to death, and they don't care about what to eat.

Rurik regretted that the three boys who had fled, followed him, and knelt down as servants. They could have a good future as New Ross people.

It's a pity that they ran away.

What is a bit of fish? Rrichle ordered his men to untie the pockets of dry food, take out the precious oatmeal in the bag, and break them into pieces and distribute them to the hungry children.

The mercenaries did. Everyone knows that Master Rurik will take these boys and girls as servants, and then they will be trained on the hills west of Roseburg. It is very likely that these children who eat like wild dogs, ten Years later, he can be trained as a combat dog.

Rurik didn't worry about hearing about their identities, anyway, they could understand Gnostic language, it was time to go back soon, and bringing them back would be a windfall for this trip.

"Hurry up and eat. After eating, follow us to the beach. I will arrange a warm place for you tonight. Everyone can put on new clothes and eat good meat."

While the boys and girls were crying, their mouths kept chewing. They raised their heads, and had already regarded the beautiful Rurik with a golden ponytail as a savior sent by the gods.

At this moment, the three escaping boys unexpectedly appeared again! And this time they didn't come here alone, with some children behind them? !

They looked timidly at first, and then hurried across the empty field in front of the Olegin leader's house, panting and sitting in front of Rurik. This running was almost their last strength.

Rurik saw that, except for the three boys, the other ten seemed to be girls? This is strange. Oh, maybe in the previous disaster, some children ran so fast and hid them first?

"Give them something to eat and let them regain their strength."

The mercenaries obeyed the orders, and each of the new children was given a little oatmeal.

It seems that some human strength has recovered, Rurik still can't wait to ask: "Let's talk, where did you come from."

A shaggy boy who seemed less than ten years old grudgingly mumbled: "We are from... Uppsala."

"Uppsala?!" Rurik remembered that there was a large tribe in the northeast of Lake Mlaren, whose population was probably a little more than that of the Ross tribe.

"How did you Uppsala get here?"

The boy replied, "Are you...Are you not Norwegians? How do you know that we are in Uppsala~www.mtlnovel.com~ There are no more Mellaren spectators around, and Rrik can't help but laugh. , The mercenaries also laughed.

"Norwegian? That's a lie to that idiot. We are Ross people, and my identity is very noble. Now kneel down on me and be my slaves, and you will not die."

They were so humble that they only wished to live, so they knelt down in front of Rurik.

"Now I declare that all of you are my servants. I am Rurik, Rurik of Ross, and I will bring you back to Ross. From now on you are not from Uppsala. You are from Ross. Now all Stand up and follow me."

The group of Uppsala boys and girls who ate something, at least they are no longer so swaying to walk, but they are still extremely hungry. Rurik was very happy to land in the bazaar and brought only a little rations for hunger. These foods were not much, and they would not be crushed to death when they were distributed to hungry children.

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