Regarding Rurik, he plans to facilitate the fact that Olekin recognizes Carlotta's status as leader today.

With an idea, he decided to take out the polar bear skin he used to make amends. Since the other party is too lazy to pursue the misunderstanding a few days ago, the gift is still to be given, and the bear skin has a new role.

Rurik deliberately said: "In order to wait for the approval of the leader, Carlotta of Ostara has specially prepared a gift for you."

"Gift? I know you brought gifts. What is that?" Olekin asked eagerly.

"It's bear skin, white bear skin, and a bear head that can be made into a helmet."

"White bear skin? Such a precious gift?" Olekin was taken aback. After all, in the Lake Mlaren area, this is no longer a living area for polar bears. It has become difficult to obtain white bear leather.

Seeing that the other party was very interested in bearskins, Rurik's mind turned quickly. He figured out some words and said: "As long as you can recognize her identity, then the Ostala people will be very grateful for your actions, they More gifts will be offered to you, even though they are very weak now."

"It's okay." Olekin waved his hand for Rurik to be slightly quiet. He stared at Carlotta who had hooked his head and ordered: "Girl of Ostara, raise your head."

Carlotta raised his head weakly.

"Take off your hat."

The girl hesitated and did so.

After all, she got excellent treatment in Roseburg. Her diet is always very good. On sunny days, she sits with physical fitness and archery training. Her clean and full face shows her health. Carlota is not the kind of girl with a beautiful character, but the noble temperament brought by this health is another charm.

Olekin squeezed his beard and praised him. He turned his head slightly and said to his son: "Carl, my eldest grandson is twelve years old, and his coming-of-age ceremony is over. Now, it's almost time to choose a wife for him. What do you think of this girl?"

As soon as this remark came out, Rurik, Arik, and especially Carlotta, were shocked.

Just as Rurik was about to explain another fact, Carl spoke first.

Carl gave Carlotta a lot, grinning and shook his head.

"What? You don't like her?"

"Why should I like her?" Carl retorted. "She is just as beautiful. I can't let my eldest son marry an unidentified woman."

"But she is clearly the nobleman of the Ostara people, and Amber has already proved it."

"Forget it." Carl held his head in both hands, looking absent-minded.

Olekin gritted his teeth and immediately turned his head to look at Carlotta, simply ignoring his son's opinion. He said in a strong tone: "Listen! Girl! I can admit the fact that you are the leader of Ostara, but you must promise me one condition."

"What conditions?"

"You must marry my eldest grandson. Then your tribe will never be in danger again under the protection of our Mellaren people."

It was still this **** condition, Carlotta panicked after the atmosphere, she trembled all over, and simply forgot to decisively refuse such an order. Just because she already has a part in her heart.

Shaking, she turned her head to look at Rurik next to her, hoping to get help from her real fiance.

Sure enough, in the face of such a principled question, Rurik cares about his leader and not the leader, even the rational person has to pick up against the offending guy for such things, right? !

Rurik gritted his teeth and stood up abruptly, and said solemnly: "Dear leader, we refuse to agree to this condition alone."

"You? Are you rejecting me on behalf of her?" Olekin was surprised and angry. For a moment, he was offended a few days ago that he had almost forgotten, and now he remembered it again.

Rurik didn't change his face: "Yes! I can represent her in this matter."

"Child, you should sit down. This is my order! If she can't accept it, why should I admit that the Ostara people still exist? Or do you think my eldest grandson is not worthy of this girl? Rurik, don't you Take you Ross too seriously."

Encountered by his ridicule and threats, Rurik saw that his cousin was about to blow his hair out of the corner of his eyes. Fortunately, after I experienced some growth, my naive thoughts faded a lot, and now I am considered a rational old world.

Rurik's teeth tickled, he just wanted to bluntly reject the leader.

He is by no means pure bravery, but what supports this bravery is the powerful and hard power of the Ross tribe he represents.

"I just want to refuse! If the price of acknowledging her identity is this, then we no longer need your acknowledgment."

"You...you have no right to represent her."

Rurik retorted: "Then, you have no right to claim her marriage. If you don't withdraw the so-called terms, our discussion today will end here! You can prohibit us Rus from doing business with you, if You think it's worth it."

For a moment, Olekin's mind fell into deep confusion. He was obviously talking about the issue of whether the Ostara tribe recognized or not. How could the Ruth as a third party turn against the guest?

Olekin settled down and asked: "Let's talk about it, what is the relationship between you and her?!"

Liu Lixuan took a step forward: "Because she is my fiance."

"Huh? Just you?!" Olekin chuckled and waved his hand: "You should sit down, you are only a nine-year-old child, and the affairs of adults are still far away from you."

"No. I will be twelve years old in three years. I will be an adult by then. I also want to tell you, whether I object or not, Carlotta will oppose her. Because at the altar of our Ross people, I and her The marriage contract has been confirmed."

"It doesn't matter. Then dissolve the marriage contract. My authority can do this."

Olekin's somewhat perfunctory attitude couldn't help Rurik suspect that this guy was just amusing himself. In short, the next leader of the Ross tribe was deeply ignored by the leader. This kind of disdainful neglect is really uncomfortable!

Liu Lixuo made a final statement: "I have a marriage contract with her, which is recognized by my father, and now Carlotta is my father's adopted daughter, and all the Ostala people are taken care of by our Russians. .Three years later, I am her husband. If you forcibly deny this marriage contract, then we really don't talk about it again. In the future, there will be no more Ross merchants in Lake Mlaren. All will enter Roseburg to do business. The Mellaren people will also be expelled. I am afraid that my father cannot tolerate your humiliation to his adopted daughter and only son... As for whether we will recognize you as the leader in the future, who knows?"

"Then get out! Fight if you want to fight! Do you really think you are a strongman?" Olekin could not help but speak first, his eldest son Karl took the lead in speaking presumptuously.

These words that were close to declaring war directly angered Arik. He drew out his knife for cutting meat and pointed the tip of the knife to Karl threateningly: "Stupid guy, you're playing with fire! I killed six hundred Gotlanders. Your head is not bad for you!"

As long as a warrior kills an enemy, his eyes will be completely different when dealing with others. What's more, Arik is really leading the Ross army, working together to kill more than six hundred armed opponents.

Carl, he was shamelessly shocked by Arik who was twelve years younger than him.

Finally, Olekin couldn't bear it. He burst out and raised his foot abruptly. He kicked the seated Karl over, and continued to roar: "Shut up! The Mellaren and the Rus are brothers! They are allies! You! How can a guy who destroys the alliance get the support of others? Do you want to destroy the alliance that I have worked so hard to maintain?"

After venting, Olekin realized that the eldest son's crow beak was really causing great disaster. He even wanted to find a place where no one was there, and slapped himself on the slap with Cocoon's hands. If he knew that his wishful thinking had caused the alliance to break down, he would be fed up and demand Carlotta for his grandson. Marriage.

It seems that only the person who is rational, Rurik, his anger will explode only when he is pressed into a hurry. As for his elder brother Arik, like his own Karl, he is a hot-tempered guy.

Olekin reluctantly put on a soothing expression, "Rurik, please don't be angry. Okay, I withdraw my decision. I really don't know that you still have such a relationship. I will ask you now, your father. , Did you... formally acknowledge her identity and go to be the leader of Ostara?"

Aware of the other party's compromise, Ruriek sighed with relief, and his attitude became more relaxed: "Exactly. At least we Ross people, recognize her identity."

"Well then! Give me the gift, and I will admit her identity when I accept the gift."

After a while, those who are waiting outdoors waiting for the good news, hand over the gifts they control. Two Olekin's private soldiers, holding a heavy wooden box reasonably, walked into the chamber and left in a hurry.

When the wooden box was opened, Arik suddenly picked up one of the bear's heads and threw it directly to the leader with his undissipated anger.

The moment Olekin hit the bear's head, he was not only shocked, but he couldn't help thinking about how the Ruths killed such a terrifying behemoth.

The other bear's head, Arik was full of strength and threw it at Carl. As a result, the bear's upper jaw fangs accidentally scratched a blood mark on Carl's arm.

Carl instantly cast a murderous look, looking at his bruised right arm, and was finally attracted by the bear's head.

Anyone who is good at fighting, he wants to become more powerful.

Without being taught by anyone, Carl realized that the bear's head had already been processed. For example, the bear's skull had become a helmet! Carl put the bear on the top of his head and looked at his father with firm eyes.

"Yes, a Ursa."

Olekin praised it, then turned his head, and saw the tall Arik holding up a heavy bear skin with both hands. The leather was reflecting a pale yellow light under the flame. This is the case with polar bear leather. Its fur is colorless, and the color of the light source is also the same, as is the color of the leather.

The huge and neat bear skin drove Olegin in droves. He stood up and approached Arik, stroking the soft and thick leather subconsciously, and couldn't help but laugh.

The leather was folded again, and the bear's head was also put down.

Having received an extremely precious gift, Olekin's mood improved too much.

He looked at Carlotta who hadn't wiped his tears clean, and said solemnly; "Carrota of Ostara! As the leader, I represent the entire Meilaren tribe and admit that your Ostra tribe still recognizes it. , I admit that you are the leader of the tribe, even if you are a woman."

This is the result Carlotta hopes most. Although she was humiliated for a while, she is now kneeling on one knee, repeating the words taught by Gould: "Dear lord, I thank you for acknowledging. In the future, we Mellaren People will always recognize your status as the leader. Next year, you must accept my call to participate in the leader council of the entire alliance."

"Yes!"

"Haha! Sit down. The important thing today is never to admit that you are the leader."

Olekin wanted to end this episode a long time ago, and he didn't bother to stick to the matter of "recognizing a woman as the leader". The face is still inferior, or something traditional, Olekin now only wants to be pragmatic.

Due to his unwise move, he deliberately entered the subject immediately and officially implemented the trade agreement between the Mellaren and the Rus. Because he really offended the Ross people, Olegin had to make a plan, so-called he made some compromises in trade in exchange for further support from the Ross people.

He, in order to maintain the stability of a huge tribe, to maintain the rule of his own family, really broke his heart.

Especially in this critical period, the Mellaren can not afford the terrible losses caused by the loss of the Ross allies.

The topic returned to bearskin, and based on this, Olekin officially discussed trade matters with the Rus.

In order to get close, but also to learn more about the Rus people, Olekin deliberately said: "I know very little about you Rus people. I only know that you have been trying to run to the far east for a long time, to get in a new world. Find furs in the world, and do some trades with the locals to collect some tributes. Rurik, can you have this?"

Regarding the voyage of Sorgon, Rurik knew the counts engraved on the wooden boards and learned that his tribe had been searching for the Novgorod people, which had been a continuous move for forty years. The allied tribes should not understand the details of Sorgon, but they must know the facts of Sorgon.

Rurik did not worry that they would try to get a share of the pie now. After all, the times have changed, but any fleet of other tribes who intend to participate in the raid must enter the Neva River before finally reaching Novgorod. ~www.mtlnovel.com~The mouth of the Neva River is Shilla Fort! She is the estuary fortress in the practical sense, and it is a geographical barrier. If you want to get a share of the pie, the Ross people will not agree.

Of course, if they change the waterway to explore, they will find the Baltic tribes along the coast, such as the Litas (Latvians), the ancient Prussians, and even the Estonians, a branch of the Finns. If they explored deeper, they might rob the Slavs of Pskov.

After thinking for a while, Rurik made a clear answer: "Yes, we have been asking for tribute from those people."

"Oh? Are these bearskins..."

Rurik directly denied that in order to highlight the difficulty and risk of hunting bears, he deliberately said: "Our ancestors of the Rus migrated to the north in order to obtain better fur. In order to obtain better leather, we are almost looking for humans. The end of the world. Finally in the far north, we hunted the bear in the cold. Great lord, the bear skin in your hand, behind it is the blood and tears of our Russ! In order to kill the terrible Bear, some warriors died in battle, and some warriors were frozen into ice."

"Ah! Actually, there is such a thing?!" For a moment, looking at the soft and thick leather in his hand, Olekin was not calm in his heart.