Chapter 210： A real warrior cannot be restrained

Fodgen remembered these two names immediately, and he squeezed his beard carefully, "Carrota, Ella, a nice name, just like the faces of the two of you, very delicate. Even your faces It’s all mud, I can see your view. Carlota, you have a gentle name, but you are like a wild wolf, I like it very much. Oh, Carlotta, Ella, You are saved. Now, take this corbel, and soon, my people will heal you."

The greasy barbecue was placed in front of the girl Carlota. At this moment, what reason has long been forgotten!

She began to eat wantonly, wishing to fill her stomach pouch.

But deep in her soul, she never accepted that she and her sister would be that fate-to be a little wife for an ordinary businessman.

Carlotta, an ancient word from the ancient Germanic language, is a feminine word to describe the strength of a man, although it is used to describe the gentleness of a girl.

But as a sister Carlotta, she knew that she could no longer be a woman who would focus on family life in the future.

Both parents and elder brothers died, but now the younger sister Ella who can depend on each other.

Ella, another good name, is the name of a goddess, symbolizing the arrival of winter when the ice melts and the snow melts.

My sister has such a name precisely because she was born in winter. I have to say that my sister's beautiful eyes and her docile personality really give people a comfortable feeling, just like the goddess "Al" who named her.

It seems that the two sisters have been saved. Out of the pursuit of interests, Fodgen intends to help more people.

The last bit of money from the refugees will be searched and exhausted, and the one before the last is the refugee himself.

Sell ​​yourself to survive?

In difficult times, many mothers pray to Fodgen to save their young children anyway.

Fodgen replied in the affirmative. He gathered more than forty children who were about six or seven years old among the refugees. They were male and female.

It seems that these children are going to become servants of Fodgen? This is not the case.

He felt that a group of children had little use value. In the final analysis, he was seeking wealth, so he naturally had to find a way to use a group of reliable labor at a near-low cost.

A group of women bought beef and sternly rejected Fodgen's decision.

There are more women who are willing to give everything, just to survive.

Fodgen selected nearly thirty women who seemed to have some strength, and these people, including their own children, would be leather workers, but Fodgen would only pay for the food of the starving people.

As for the more than forty children, they are all a kind of goods.

Isn't that guy Gould trying to find a way to collect all kinds of people at the Mellaren Bazaar to be transported to the Ross as a slave? All these children were thrown to him, and he could still make a sum of money. Perhaps by doing this, Fodgen feels that he will not lose much this year.

A large group of refugees ate the little beef in their hands.

A pile of poor corpses was thrown into the woods, no one buried them.

There is another group of refugees who have been completely abandoned.

Sitting by the crackling campfire, Fodgen couldn't help but think of the thrilling things during the day. He looked at the grass not far away, there was a little bonfire, which was the camp of the Granite.

He finished gnawing the meat, spitting at Gran's stinginess, and happily holding the leather water bag and pouring the ale happily.

He was a little drunk, calling the youngest girl here.

"Ella, come over to me."

The girl just looked at Fodgen, and then her eyes focused on her sister.

"Ella, be obedient, come over to me. How can you not be obedient?"

After all, Fodgen is not a big villain, he now wants to play the role of a father, holding a cute little gadget, and soothing his heart-thrilling heart.

However, Ella, who was full, rushed to her sister's side.

"Sister, I'm a little scared of that guy."

"Don't be afraid." Carlotta turned his face and said quietly: "We still have to seize the opportunity to escape."

At this moment, Fodgen walked over unexpectedly, and Ella shivered and hugged her sister's arm tightly.

A somewhat fat guy squatted down and looked at the frightened sisters.

"It's called my sir, why do you still think I'm a wicked person. Both of you are mine. Carlotta, have you rested?" Fodgen showed concern.

"I..." The girl thought about it calmly, "I'm all right, my lord."

"Very good." As he said, Fodgen lifted the girl's badly damaged skirt slightly to reveal her injured knee. "It's time to heal you next. Carlotta, bear with me."

Then he shouted: "Where is my mercenary captain?! Oakes, come here!"

"I'm here." Soon, a strong man in leather armor came.

Verdegen immediately pointed to the girl's injured leg: "Look, it's very dangerous. Osker, it's time for you to work."

"My lord, let me heal her? Oh, you know, my methods will be harsh. I'm afraid your canary will hurt alive."

"It doesn't matter. This child has gone with such injuries for many days. God must have bestowed her on me. She will not die." As he said, Fodgen smiled and looked at Carlotta: "You can endure all the pain. ,Right."

The girl didn't answer, and if she didn't answer, it was a default.

"Get ready, my captain."

The strong mercenary captain has his own set of treatments for trauma.

A soldier always faces various traumas. In an era when antibiotics do not exist, if the trauma is not treated in time, death is inevitable. In this era, there is no concept of bacteria, so there is no concept of alcohol sterilization. As for alcohol, it was very difficult for the Vikings to make the alcohol content of ale reach ten degrees.

The captain of the mercenary, an old fellow with the tip of a knife licking blood, had a variety of wounds under his leather armor, and several wounds with very serious flaky scars.

The man broke a branch, cut off the bark and threw it to the girl.

"Child, don't want to bite off your tongue, just bite it with your teeth."

Carlotta guessed the person's intentions, hurriedly grabbed the wooden stick and stuffed it into her mouth, but closed her eyes tightly.

Under Fodgen's gaze, the mercenary captain skillfully drew his meat-cutting dagger, and then tightly grasped the girl's slender calf with his left hand. He rubbed the blade on his leather armor a few times, and then carefully pressed the tip of the blade against the girl's thick wound.

"Child, it will be very painful next, be careful not to bite your tongue."

Before Carlotta could react, the mercenary cleanly and completely removed the lump on the girl's knee.

At this moment, Carlotta screamed in pain, her body was trembling desperately, and her left leg kept kicking.

Upon seeing this, the mercenary hurriedly yelled: "My lord, hurry and hold her left foot."

After all, Fodgen was not a soldier. After he was taken aback, he hurriedly pressed the girl's leg.

There are no anesthetics, not even soothing herbs, let alone disinfectants.

The mercenary is using the simplest and most rude means to drain the girl's puss. This kind of operation mercenary felt that a real man should not change his face. It happened to a child, and she didn't faint with pain. It was a miracle.

The mercenary cut off the pustule completely, and he tried his best to scrape off the pus and blood inside.

Until the pale tissue inside was exposed to the dim light of the campfire.

Fodgen’s heart continued to beat wildly: "Is it all done?"

"No, sir. You see, this is thanks to God's mercy. It seems that this child is just a severe bruise, and she has no deeper wounds."

"Oh, so she has been rescued? Will not have fever again?"

The mercenary shook his head vigorously, and then looked at the gold master: "My lord, I am sorry that your canary will have a lifelong scar, and it will even make her walk crookedly in the future. But if I don't do this, she Still have to fever and die."

"Hurry up and do it, I want her to live." By now, Fodgen had no other choice.

After a while, the mercenary came with his burning sword, and then, it stuck to the girl's rotting wound.

When the hot sword touched the knee, in addition to a terrible squeak, there was also the girl's almost uncontrollable tremor.

The crying sister Al pulled tightly and hugged her sister and howled, while Carlotta almost bit the piece of wood into crumbs.

The only way the mercenary can think of is this, his purpose is to prevent the girl from dying of fever. Actually? The scorching sword scorches the rotting tissues, which is equivalent to burning bacteria to death, so that no dirt can enter the blood and people will not die of sepsis.

Beneath the burnt skin were bright red organizations. The mercenary felt that the matter was finished, so he stuck his sword in the mud.

"My lord, it's okay. Next, wash her legs and wrap them in cloth."

"Is this all right?" Fodgen, who was in a thrilling state, didn't react yet.

"Yes, sir. You wish your canary be safe."

Fodgen patted his belly and let out a long sigh of relief. "Oh! Maybe I should go to the Gran tribe opposite and invite their priests over and let the priest pray for her."

"Forget it! Don't ask other priests, you should now face the moon and pay tribute to the Valkyrie in the sky." The mercenary shook his head, then looked at the girl who was still full of tears and still keeping spirit. The mercenary stretched out his hand to take the wooden stick out of the girl's mouth and showed it to his gold master.

"Look, she bit the stick like this, and she can still look at us directly. My lord, I think something is wrong. Are you just planning to train her to be your concubine?"

"Otherwise?" Fodgen looked strange.

"My lord, maybe you can train her into a female warrior. After all, you saved her life, maybe she will be loyal to you."

Female warriors as escorts? Fodgen never thought about it. He immediately took out a gold coin very generously from his pocket and stuffed it into the hand of the mercenary captain, which was really shocking.

"My lord, your kindness touched me."

"Take it, this is your reward."

Carlotta's wound has been bandaged. It is a very miraculous thing. The pain that he has endured before has now weakened a lot. Although it is still painful, he no longer needs to suffer.

For this night, in Fodegan's big tent, the two sisters were curled up on a piece of leather, and they were covered with a piece of leather.

What is the future? Is it really safe to go to Mellaren?

Or, to be the man's concubine?

For an instant, Carlotta's spirit was also shaken. But when she thought of the burning Ostara, she was still dominated by the pain in her heart.

revenge! I want revenge!

If you become a merchant’s wife and concubine, you can’t get revenge, and even...

Carlotta estimated that the businessman was already very old, and she thought of some terrible things.

Besides, the treatment for his leg injury is the mercenary. What does it have to do with the businessman?

Carlotta, even if she slept in Fodgen's big tent, hugging her thin sister, she was still planning to escape.

It's finally dawn!

Even in May, the lowest temperature at night in Northern Europe is terrible.

This night, some hungry refugees did not get up after they lay down.

When the morning arrived, some bonfires were lit in the camp of Verdegen.

For the two girls who recovered their spirits, Fodgen was indeed a kind of hospitality to them. For example, gift them to eat oatmeal and beef.

As for the other refugees who were gathered, everyone only had a small amount of beef or even cow entrails to satisfy their hunger.

The Granites are already dismantling the tent to put out the bonfire, and they are about to continue on their way.

Fodgen took a few mercenaries and walked straight to the camp over there.

He found the leader of the Gran, but the leader was not very friendly to the uninvited guest.

Because, the people in Gran have seen everything last night.

The leader bluntly said: "You criticize me for not being really kind, and so are you. I see your people are blatantly killing those refugees." After all, the leader also learned to spit.

Fodgen had to smile awkwardly: "My friend, people eat dirt when they are extremely hungry! If I didn't use force last night, those guys could bite me alive!"

"Oh, that's fine. Your fat body just saves those refugees, so that you are really kind."

The chief’s sarcasm was really piercing, and Fodgen smiled embarrassedly: “That’s the end of yesterday’s business. My friend, I’m still here to buy your cow. Don’t worry, I’ll still use yesterday’s price, but I hope you can Looking at past friendships, give me some fat cows."

"What are you going to do?" The leader became alert.

"Buy your cow, I have the money!"

The attitude of the leader is the same as yesterday, declaring that this time he will give Fodegen three old cows, and the troubles of Fodegen will be violent.

"In terms of past relationships, I just charge fifty silver coins. I am kind." The leader boasted.

"Alright. I have gathered a group of refugees and I can send them to the Mälaren tribe. What about you? My friend? Are you sure you want to go to the Yilmalen people and be neighbors with them."

"Otherwise? Do I have a better choice?" The leader sighed to the north: "At least our ancestors came from Yilmallen. People of Mellaren, maybe they don't like us to be neighbors, Verde You know, the guy announced that a large area is the territory of Mellaren."

"Yes! I know. It's Olegin, that's a greedy man. I can only establish a stronghold on the island to make trouble."

"Do you trust him?" the leader asked deliberately.

"Me? I don't know, I didn't even deal with that man."

The leader continued to ask: "Do you think Olekin will stand out for the Ostara?"

"Huh? Your question is strange. Olekin is our leader, he will definitely..."

"Forget it!" The leader said bluntly: "For so many years, several of our tribes have been fighting against the Gotlanders who landed in Götaland. Since Olegin became the leader, the Mellaren people have not helped. Pass us. Fodgen, use your wise head to think, are my words true?"

For Degen thought, this is indeed the truth.

The Mellaren did not help anymore, and the Ostara became an active force for expansion and defense. Perhaps this is also the reason, which brought destruction to Ostara.

The leader continued: "Our Gran’s population is too small. We were not very worried about the presence of the Ostras in the past. Now we have lost our backers and are aware of the real strength of the Danes. The Mälaren are again Greedy lacks credibility. We have no choice but to rely on the Yilmalun people, at least they will not declare that the entire lake belongs to them. When we are settled, you are welcome to continue to do business with our tribe."

Hearing what the leader said from the bottom of his heart, Fo Degen was really moved. He was indeed not a leader. In that case, if the other party throws goodwill, he should continue to be a businessman.

Fodegen took three old cows back. While the Granites drove the cattle and swayed, Fodegen tried his best to put the refugees he gathered in his carriage for quickness. Point to keep up with Gran’s team.

Fodgen was sitting on the best carriage, and he had to personally **** his most precious property, which is a box full of gold and silver. Now, there are two crystal clear spherical ambers in this box.

Where is Kohaku's original owner?

Carlota and Ella, the two children are also sitting on this carriage ~ www.novelhall.com ~ specifically, sitting on a lot of cowhide.

By now, Fodgen believed that he had subdued the two children, and the rest was a few years of training.

"Gould, in a few years, when you see two beautiful canaries by my side, you will be envious too!"

Fodgen has endless fantasies, and his pursuit is like this. With a considerable amount of wealth and the company of two beautiful women, what else is there to pursue in life?

He really intends to train the two children to be concubines, not servants.

He didn't give them any restraint at all.

There are no handcuffs and shackles, and no rope ties. The two children are physically free, because Fodgen believes that he has completely subdued their hearts.

Fodgen, that's what he thinks.

However, he made the problem simple.

As the mercenary captain said, Carlotta is not a canary, she is like a natural warrior, and a real warrior cannot be restrained.