Chapter 212： The escape of Carlota and Ella

Fodgen seemed to readily give the deposit, and he returned to his camp in a bad mood.

The three old cows were slaughtered on the road, and the refugees shared the remaining pieces of meat.

Only his elite subordinates, Verdegen paid for them to buy a batch of delicacies at the market in Yilmallen, and even more than twenty oak barrels of ale.

Unexpectedly, the way back can be particularly troublesome!

After losing four pounds of silver coins, he can only hope to make the most profit from this group of refugees and make up for his losses.

He had already thought about the dozens of children who were completely orphaned. Since Gould is willing to be a good man, all the orphans will be given to him. That's the cost. Considering that four pounds of silver was swindled for only paying the freight, plus the food wastage on the road, all the money must be reimbursed by Gould!

Disturbance may only be compensated by drinking.

It's night, and there is a campfire in the distance of the Granite camp.

There are more than a dozen bonfires here. The refugees ate some meat and are now asleep by the fire.

Facing the bonfire, Fodgen and several of his loyal mercenaries sat there. The so-called loyalty, of course, is bought by money, and now, he wants to treat everyone with high-quality ale.

When the ale entered the mouth, the spicy taste immediately made Fodgen realize that it was a good wine.

"I really picked up a baby! Unexpectedly that the level of craftsmanship in Yilmallen is so high?!"

He drank a wooden cup, and the subordinates drank it happily.

This alone eased his spirit a lot.

Fodgen then greeted the two girls who were biting their heads.

"Carota! Ella! Come to me!"

Reluctantly, they found that the two of the Opportunity Force had to reluctantly get to the old guy.

Fodgen stroked the braids they had tied up, and buttoned their silver hairpins. He estimated that the identity of the two children is by no means as simple as the shepherdess, but now, is their past still important?

Fodgen felt like he was stroking two little forest cats. It seemed that they really agreed with their destiny, and now they have become extremely docile.

Fodgen raised his empty glass and handed it to the youngest Ella rudely.

"Did you see that wooden barrel? Pour me wine."

Ella, she didn't like being called so rudely. She glanced at her sister, and had to break free of Verdegan's embrace for a while.

Although the craft ale is at the level of dry red wine, the oak glass in Fodgen’s hand is enough to hold nearly 500 ml.

The good wines they bought from the Yilmalun people were all packed in oak barrels carefully crafted by coopers, and only one of the pouring outlets was heavily clogged with a wooden block.

Its alcohol content has reached the limit of deep fermentation. Tolerating this excessive aroma is really a challenge for Ella.

It was also because of the alcohol that the clever sister Carlotta consciously finally found a chance to escape.

Ella finally filled the wooden cup in her hand. Under the roar of a group of mercenaries by the campfire, she swayed and handed the cup to her owner.

the host?

Correct!

The current Carlotta, like a kitten, deliberately rubbed the chest of the old fellow Fodgen.

Fodgen, who was excited about drinking, was even more refreshed.

He took the wine glass and took a ferocious sip first, and the splashes of wine dripped a lot on Carlotta's head.

"It's a good drink, I'm just a pity, you two are still too young."

Hearing these words, Carlotta simply stroked Fodgen's chest with both hands, gently pulled his hair, and even put his head on it.

My sister Ella was taken aback. She was already on guard for serving. She couldn't think of her sister, who had always been very determined, but...

Carlotta tried every means to put on a flattery, "My lord, we are indeed too young. In a few years, we will serve you well."

Fordgen's head buzzed, and a sense of happiness full of hope for the future filled his mind.

He didn't worry about continuing to drink, but handed the glass to the girl beside him.

"This is good wine, drink it, my Carlotta. Hmm... my woman."

Seeing this old guy's flushed smiley face, Carlotta felt that he still needed to work harder. The old guy must drink more wine until the moment he can't drink.

But looking at this glass of wine that was slurped by the old guy, not to mention that there is a natural nausea, it is this excessive alcohol that Carlotta can barely endure.

Seeing her hesitating, Fodgen continued to urge: "Give me a drink, and my good things will be given to you. You can't help but appreciate."

After gritting her teeth, the girl held the wine glass in both hands and took a sip with her eyes closed.

Is it bitterness with a weird pungency, just this broken thing, men still like to drink?

Carlotta thought of the dead grandfather, the dead father, and all the dead relatives. They all like to drink, and sure enough, only men will like this thing.

She swallowed as soon as she wanted to, but her voice was no longer controlled by her mind.

Suddenly, Carlotta sprayed a mouthful of wine all over the floor, and the mercenaries onlookers laughed.

Fodgen also laughed out loud and continued to stare at the girl's face with a wine glass: "Doesn't it taste good? You must give me a drink. Otherwise, I should punish you."

Carlota pursed his lips, feeling bitterly noisy, very boring. Reluctantly, I can't toast at a critical moment and not eat or drink fine wine. In order to escape, it is the rotten acid water. Today I have to take a sip.

Carlotta took a sip after all, unable to savor the annoying bitterness and acridity, she suddenly raised her head and smiled with difficulty: "My lord, I have already drunk it. You want to drink it too."

"Okay! You are really my canary. You can already serve men and drink."

Having said that, Fodgen really drank it in one fell swoop, and then he sighed: "I think you were so stubborn a few days ago, I didn't know that I really treated you two."

"Oh, my lord, please forgive our stubbornness."

"Okay, I forgive you." After all, Fodgen's glass was thrown to Ella.

Upon seeing this, Carlotta immediately greeted her sister: "Ella, pour the grown-up wine quickly."

Today's sister has become very strange, since it was her sister's request, Ella had to do it.

The appearance of their obedience seemed to come from the heart, Fodder rooted a cup of wine [书趣阁www.shuquge.vip], and poured the ale into their already bulging belly in one breath.

Fodgen drank three more cups, and after a deep hiccup, he apparently still hadn't enjoyed it. He threw the wine glass to Ella again, and this time, the girl had no choice but to say that the wine barrel was empty.

"Empty?" Fodgen, who was already a little confused, greeted his confused subordinates, and brought in a new wine barrel.

Ella struggled to open the cork of the new barrel, and the strong alcohol squirted out directly. The girl subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, and refilled the cup with difficulty.

At this moment Carlotta suddenly preached his sister seriously: "Get the wine! I didn't see our master has not had enough!"

Fodgen, who became clumsy, grabbed Carlotta's golden braids: "Carrotta, don't say that to your sister."

"My lord, we... just want to serve you well."

"Really?!" Verdegen apparently went up, his mind was actually very excited, but he seemed to be reluctant to tell. He grabbed Carlotta's neck very rudely, so that the girl thought she was going to be strangled to death by this man, which of course was not the case.

When Carlotta smelled the strong smell of the glass of wine, she knew the power of it. The more good the wine is, the more spicy it is, and the more difficult it is to drink. What she thinks is that she also knows that this kind of wine is more likely to make a strong warrior pass out a puddle of flesh.

"It seems that you... are smart girls. Both of you are my wives, Carlotta... Carlotta, you know everything... Maybe you already want to serve me in a different way. Nothing will happen. At that time, you are all beautiful... I want you to give me two beautiful sons. You... You have injuries on your leg! When we go back, I will invite the best witch doctor to heal you." After all, Fodgen can be regarded as letting go.

Carlotta clutched her neck and coughed twice, personally holding the wine glass and handing it to Fodegen, who had trouble with his hands and feet. The cup was directly on the beard, and she looked at Fodegen, who was staring at him with a red face, with a smile.

"My lord, keep drinking."

"Okay! Let's drink! Brothers, I'm very happy today, everyone is going to be drunk! Celebrate... Celebrate our arrival in safety Yilmallen! Celebrate me... I have taken two wives."

But the mercenaries felt that the gold master was joking, and other businessmen were looking for young women to bring them back. They didn't think their gold master wanted to train their own women from an early age. After all, the gold owner is the gold owner. Today's gold owner is in a good mood, but spent money to buy a craft ale that is almost a bullock cart!

The owner did not intend to buy so many alcoholic beverages to be sold at the Mellaren Bazaar. Looking at the battlefield, it was obvious that everyone drank so much.

Yes, who would have thought that the Yilmalun people still have such a good wine in their hands, and today is also a treat for the gold master.

What are your concerns?

Fodgen’s entire caravan was sipping swigs, and this is exactly what Carlotta wanted to see.

Finally, Fodgen got into his tent with the only remaining consciousness. Some mercenaries also returned to their tents, and many others lay down by the campfire in a very twisted posture. Some even fell asleep with beef in their hands.

It was late at night, and Fodgen in the tent was asleep wrapped in a sheepskin blanket. I don't know how much alcohol he has poured into his body. After all, his current condition is a hangover.

Completely different from him, the older sister was energetic after drinking some wine, while the younger sister did not drink.

Sister Carlota has been awake, and sister Ella has fallen asleep by snuggling next to her sister.

The three of them were in the same tent, probably because of their flattery in exchange for Fodgen's attention. Fodgen and his people were defenseless.

My sister stayed awake at all times, and touched her wound when she was a little drowsy, and finally got the time she needed.

Carlotta gently woke up her sister: "My dear, the time has come. We are ready to run."

Ella muttered weakly: "Sister, I thought you identified with that man."

"Silly girl, that's a deception. Now we can run away, pay attention, and leave."

Since then, the two children gently drilled into a comfortable leather sleeping nest. Instead of wearing boots, they carried their somewhat damaged leather boots in their hands. They walked barefoot on the sandy grassland, not only slipping out of the tent, but also to the campfire.

They picked up some leftover beef chunks and leftover granola, stuffed them into a linen pocket they found, and disappeared where they couldn't find the campfire.

During this night, no one noticed the disappearance of the two children because of a collective hangover.

For Fodgen and his people, if another group of bandits attacked in the dark, his people and property would surely be lost. Perhaps he should be thankful that it was only the escape of two little servants, rather than his own head being chopped off by the bandits.

It was finally dawn, and Fodgen, with a very dizzy head, only regained consciousness from abdominal distension a long time after the sun had risen. He wanted to go out for a comment, and only after he got up did he realize that he had lost some of his treasures.

"Carota! Ella!"

Fodgen's eyes widened and looked at the opened leather sleeping nest and the leather boots of the two girls disappeared.

His beard was trembling, and for a moment he thought he was dreaming. He tugged **** his beard, only to realize that he was awake.

"Carota! Ella! Where are you?!"

Anxiously, he stood up suddenly, but the sharp pain in his head forced him to sit down altogether.

He hurriedly put on his leather jacket, ignored his boots, and walked out of the tent barefoot. As a result, he bumped into not only his mercenaries, but also some other people.

There are five tall men from outside, all of them wearing fox fur hats with feathers on their heads. After all, everyone is a businessman, even a businessman who traffics in onions is a businessman. To be a businessman, you have to pay attention to your appearance. Nowadays, merchants and even noble tribal leaders need precious leather and beautiful feathers to decorate themselves.

Those who came were all temporary business partners of Fodgen. During this trip, the only purpose of the five guys was to urge Fodgen to set sail.

An older man, he ignored Fodgen’s obvious anxious attitude and stepped forward: "My friend, as promised yesterday, we should set sail now."

However, Fodgen directly brought in his mercenary captain and hurriedly asked: "Did you see the two kids?"

"Sir? Haven't they been in your tent all the time?"

"Bah! They're gone. By the way, did they go out to the bathroom?" As Fodgen looked around, he ordered his subordinates: "Hurry up and see Cao Dong, find the two children and bring them to me. come back."

The mercenaries did not understand the words of the benefactor, but the benefactor was such an order, they had to follow it, even if everyone did not see anyone coming out of the tent.

The merchants in the fleet saw that Fodgen was so sloppy about his party, the old man directly moved his old face over: "Now let's talk about business! Fodgen, we must go now."

"Yes! I know, but..." The more anxious, the more painful Fodgen's head.

Because even if the people of Yilmalun know the craftsmanship, even if the alcohol content is high, there are still a lot of impurities such as methanol mixed in it, and it is inevitable to drink too much and headache.

The mercenaries looked for it, and even tried their best to screen among the refugees, but found nothing.

"Damn, they might have escaped!?"

The fleet merchants were even more angry, and they felt that they had been teased.

The old man finally broke out in spirit and yelled: "Fudgen, are you lying to us? You are a bastard!"

"You!" After being scolded, Fodegen's head hurts, and his thoughts can be regarded as returning to today's business. "You dare to scold me."

"Vordegen, Fodegen of Mälaren! We are all together, you know the rules of the company. I tell you, we set off now, and will arrive at the Mellaren market tomorrow. If you miss today, we will Don’t go. And the deposit you paid, I don’t want to take it. You know the rules."

Rules, Fodgen knows the rules too well.

After all, he is a purely agricultural merchant who sells onions and wheat. They also have a commercial agreement with the Yilmalen people. When the harvest season is approaching, if he can't do things on the date, the business opportunity may be long-term. Possession.

The work of the dry transport ship was originally part-time, and if it weren't for the money given by Fodgen, they were not willing to do it.

In a dilemma, Fodgen estimated that the two children were running away. Thinking of this, he felt that Carlotta's reaction last night was more than abnormal.

"Carrotta, you are a little bitch! You actually took you to every door! You ran away, it was a dead end! It was a waste of my love."

The mercenary immediately asked: "My lord, are you still looking for it?"

"Looking? What are you looking for?! Those are two children who are looking for death. They don't want to be happy. Why should I force them! Alas, at least I still got two little babies." So far, Fodgen could only comfort himself. For a moment, he ignored the high-grade amber in the girl's hands, and the financial gain was actually good.

Fodgen began to pull out of the camp, and suffocated again, verbally apologizing to his colleagues for waiting. He also blamed himself a little, maybe he should have given them a fetter from the beginning, they would give up only if they brought them back.

But then again, all of them are from Ostala. Why do other refugees become extremely respectful just by giving them some meat?

Everyone is thinking about walking by the lake, where is a fleet of boats docking.

Near the shore, Fodgen oversees the boarding of refugees under his control. Here, all the children will be placed in the same large merchant ship.

Before that, he did not give up and personally screened out refugees, but unfortunately, Carlota and Ella were not among the children here.

He looked up to the sky and barked: "Carota! Ella! Where did you two **** go?!"

At this time, a clever woman said boldly: "My lord, I know these two people."

"You know?!" Fordgen took a look at the woman who was talking, as if grabbing a glimmer of hope and hurriedly walked away. "Hurry up, where are they?!"

The woman was taken aback and reluctantly said: "They are the children of our tribe leader. Those two girls are dead."

"Dead? Nonsense!"

"My lord, we dare not talk nonsense. They are really the leader's children. The leader's family has gone to fight, and everyone is dead."

"Huh?" Things suddenly became bizarre, "Carota? Ella? The leader's child? How many girls with this name are there in your tribe?"

The woman immediately replied: "My lord, who would dare to give his own child the same name as the leader's child? None of us dare. Who else would dare to name his daughter after the goddess El? Only noble people !"

"You...Is it a ghost that accompanies me these few days? Huh? Ah! No!" For a moment, Fodgen regained consciousness!

He lowered his head and mumbled secretly: "I'll just say, how can you be a shepherdess. You are actually the children of Chief Ostara. Carlota, you are arrogant, and you are very scheming, and you know how to deceive. Run away! Run away! The Yilmalun people don’t necessarily have to be as kind as I am. If you two became slaves to others, that deserves it! It deserves to be eaten by a wolf!"

To be honest, the new situation that Fodgen learned was completely a thunderbolt. He even got a little back, so he was sober that he had lost them.

If you really have two wives like this, and other tribe leaders know about it, will you face life threats?

After all, the daughters of the leaders of the tribes may not follow the twelve-year-old betrothal tradition at all. Perhaps a daughter has a marriage contract since birth.

Who would have thought that the girl of Chief Ostara would not die? !

Although Fodgen estimated that the two girls might get into the Yilmalun community, if he was willing, he could pay his mercenaries to find them, and the possibility of finding them was quite high. He even feels hungry. Because of their identities, the two girls will eventually be sheltered by the leader of the Yilmalun people and become their adopted daughters.

The current situation is Maybe there is no safety hazard without them.

Merchants still don't touch anything that is arrogant. Otherwise, the ghost knows the girl's potential fiance's tribe, and will crusade with anger.

He thought that his days during this period of time could be called magical, even if it was served against his will yesterday, it was also the service of the leader of Ostara, which was really a dream experience.

Everything should be over, now it's better to go home and recuperate. After that, he sold all the refugees in his hands to Gould.

Fodgen, he felt that the Ostara were poisonous, and he had had enough of them magical. Leatherworker? forget it! Recruiting workers is to recruit some honest people. He even feels that the group of refugees he has on hand is a group of swindlers, who will run away when they go ashore.

This time Fodgen became vigilant. He ordered the mercenaries to tie up all the refugees and tied knots around everyone's necks. This was to prevent escape.

Fodgen got on the boat, and the fleet was carrying a lot of people, a lot of goods, and even wooden carts and oxen that pulled the goods, and headed towards the exit that left the lake.

Target, Lake Mälaren.