Chapter 332： Briton Slaves at the Bazaar

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Just for the sake of face and glory, the price was actually a pound of silver coins. After leaving the house, Rurik felt pain in the flesh for a second.

The loss of a pound of silver, now Rurik doesn't think this is a big loss.

What surprised him was that, as a wine manufacturer, when it was sold to Gould, the price was already very high, all because of the need to distill and purify the general ale, and then filter it with charcoal to make a jade liquid. , Only the concentrated process makes the cost of liquor rise a lot.

As for the glass bottle that carries the liquor, it is a consumable that tends to be mass-produced. At the beginning, it was indeed rare and expensive. In the long run, its value must not be as high as the internal liquor.

The "wholesale price" of a bottle of wine hits the price of a bottle of one pound of silver coins. Unexpectedly, after turning two hands, the price increase of the Mellaren tavern is not serious.

This surprised Rurik, it really did not meet the rules of a businessman's profit-seeking.

"Maybe, if they are too expensive, no one really buys them? The Merlaren reselling spirits are also small profits but quicker sales?"

After all, everyone has seen the so-called tavern by the Mellaren people. It is really a chaotic place, but this place is controlled by the guy Olegin.

Arik slapped his brother on the back: "My dear, how do you feel about this place?"

"Not very good! Dirty and messy, I'm afraid those drunk guys will rush up and be pierced in the throat by you."

"Hey, that's for sure. Any attacker, my attitude is to kill."

Rurik shook his head and persuaded like an adult, "You are so reckless. This is the territory of the Mellaren people. How can we retreat if you killed their people?"

"It doesn't matter." Arik squeezed his brother's shoulders vigorously. Rurik understands that this is the way the old man expresses his tough attitude. He just endures the pain in his shoulder without saying a word.

"No matter where it is, if the enemy attacks, only the enemy will die. Brothers have killed so many enemies on the battlefield, how can we be afraid."

After all, Arik was a burst of presumptuous laughter, which made others laugh arrogantly.

Rurik looked up at his cousin contemptuously.

After all, the newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. After a few battles, they have become more and more cruel. It's this mind, it's still too simple.

"Aric."

"what's happenin?!"

Rurik shook his head with a sullen mouth: "That bottle of wine is still too expensive."

"Oh, now that I think about my luxury, I apologize."

"It doesn't matter, at least you made a lot of face for the brothers. Haha, the owner of the tavern is the leader of Mellaren, we at least know this information. Now we are all Norwegian travelers, at least they think so."

"Okay!" Arik pinched his waist. "Brothers don't have to cover up, we are Norwegians. Let's go and see what weird things are in the market."

Almost all people of all colors are dressed in plain clothes, and there are a few gorgeously dressed, and they are walking around with people carrying swords or axes.

Acting as a thug for affluent households is an acceptable choice for many young people without power and power in Mellaren. Be a housekeeper for a few years, after saving some money, or buying some acres, or ordering a small boat, this is to get the capital to live on for the rest of my life.

Rurik took aim at the slightly fat man in the clothes and the woolen cap.

"Aric."

"What's the matter? Sometimes speak louder."

"That man." Rurik still whispered, "That's a rich man. Let's follow him quietly to see what this guy will do."

Following an indifferent person, Arik felt that it was unnecessary. Since my brother had thoughts in this regard, he could quietly follow up with his brothers.

There are many people walking in the market, and the following behavior of the crowd did not arouse any alertness.

After a while, I saw that the rich man, who was guarded by mercenary thugs, finally stood up straight in front of the lively crowd.

At least dozens of people gathered together, they were watching a bunch of special products.

"What's going on?!" Rurik was taken aback, "Aric, look at the pillars. How are some men **** on them, are they guilty? This is the execution scene?" Rurik subconsciously thought that the culprit had been killed by Mei. Captain Laren’s patrolling militia captured it, and he estimated that he was outside the scene where the prisoner was executed.

Hearing what my brother said, Arik subconsciously thought that this was the execution ground. Look at the ragged people who are tied up. To end their lives, all they need is an axe.

Yevlo coughed slightly, and said with a sullen face: "My lord, that's not a prisoner, that's a slave."

"Slave?" Rurik twisted his body immediately.

"What? Master, do you think it's very novel?"

"No. I'm just curious, are these slaves **** here because they run so desperately?"

"Of course not." Jeflo knew the slave market of the Mellaren tribe very well. He deliberately pointed to a pillar that was erected like a ship mast: "Master, if any escaped slave is caught, it will be hanged. On that wooden pole."

Rurik looked at the column, and felt a strong touch in his heart.

He looked at the few slaves who were **** with ropes for sale, and couldn't help but feel sorry for their plight.

This is human nature! In an instant, Rurik had the idea to save them, but in the face of the current situation, he saw that a group of local rich people had taken the lead, and his own reason had the upper hand. Now he would not lose any loss if he stood on the sidelines. Intervention is too much trouble.

Rülik’s psychological fluctuations were keenly noticed by Yevlo.

"Master, do you plan to buy these slaves?"

"No, I have already arranged the slave purchase to Gould. Now we are just spectators."

Saying to leave Rick, continue to watch, the more he observes, the stronger the inner touch.

They do not regard slaves as human beings, or the Mellaren people or even the entire league. The narrow concept of masters is limited to boys and girls in the league who have reached the age of twelve.

The so-called slave trade, because there are no laws and regulations that need to be followed at all, it relies on unspoken rules constructed by everyone. For example, the bankrupt farmers, they will spontaneously become slaves and eat food, and the young and powerful are willing to serve as mercenaries for the rich. Even some begging children, boys or girls can be cultivated into labor, and girls or girls who are pretty, they can also be taken away as slaves by wealthy households.

Asking himself, Rurik has consciously relied on the unspoken rules of this alliance since ancient times for two years, and has obtained many typical conceptual slaves for Roseburg. Even if Rurik didn't want to admit that, in the hearts of the Roths, a group of businessmen who had business dealings with Gould knew about this-the Russ chiefs were powerful slave owners.

Rurik heard some awkward-looking guys speaking some awkward language as they peddled their goods in public—five Briton men.

"It's Briton? Yes, their hair is not golden."

Rurik pinched his chin, even with his entourage acting as spectators.

The slave trader quoted his price, and every Briton waiting to be sold was fifty silver coins.

"Ah! The price is far less than a bottle of wine! Is the value of a person so low?!"

Arik obviously heard his brother's muttering, and pressed his big hands on his shoulders: "What? You actually treat them as human beings? You are so kind."

"Then forgive me for my kindness. Alas, I hope to get some more laborers for our Ross people. I can arrange for them to mine."

"Do you still want to buy them? Rurik, we only carry a pound of silver now."

"Then forget it! You and them are out of luck, and they are destined not to be servants for my merciful me."

Listening to the old brother putting gold on his face, Arik smiled. To be honest, Arik didn't like these Britons at all, thinking that the five Britons who were raised by Rurik were worshiping a strange god, Arik felt that these guys were really not so good.

Arik actually likes Novgorod people, not only his wife is Novgorod, but also because he noticed that the married women are kneeling down to the goddess Freya, whom the Russians believe in, especially Not a single Novgorod woman died in a dystocia. Everyone said that the goddess had blessed these outsiders and became their own, which made them completely abandon their faith in their hometown.

After all, he is a strong and young man. His wife was originally a pretty ordinary village girl in Novgorod. He saw that his younger brother had been arranged a lot of marriage contracts by his uncle who was the leader. Arik said that it is impossible not to envy. However, his son is less than one year old, and his wife is still young and beautiful. In this way, I got a few beautiful women from Novgorod to get married. I'm afraid this will make my own gangsters.

Getting a group of maids from Novgorod to serve him and his family is already listed in Arik's plan. What's more, he also has a "wolf ambition" deep in his heart. Since you can have a group of Eastern maids to serve as Ji concubine, why not get some Eastern maids to serve as hard labor? If all these can be achieved, I can go further.

For example, the younger brother Liurik went to be the master of the Novgorod people. I heard that there is a place called Smolensk in the south, where people also speak the same language as Novgorod, but it is not as strong as the north. He is destined to be less noble than his younger brother, but also noble than other Ross fellows.

"In the future, I will take my brothers to conquer Smolensk and let the locals be my slaves. From now on, I will collect tributes last year? It's wonderful to think about it."

The so-called Britons peddled by the real Norwegians, the locals assumed that the slaves brought by the Norwegian slave traders were Britons, and even became another term to describe slaves.

In fact, these so-called "Britun people" are residents of the Kingdom of Northumbria on the British Isles. Rurik remembered that most of the real Britons had orange-red hair, because their ancestors were Celtic. These people have brown-yellow hair and are taller. Looking at their wilted faces, they really have a strong sense of familiarity.

Whether it is Northumbria or Messiah, the main groups of people that make up the two kingdoms come from the Saxon and Anglo tribes that landed 400 years ago. In essence, these people have a strong blood relationship with the Mellaren. Sex. It's just that the immigrants and the survivors of Britain under Roman rule had a large-scale intermarriage, and there were fewer people with pure blond hair.

Because they knew that the once noble Roman nobles were all black-haired people, the chiefs who established the kingdom, while accepting the Christian faith, were also trying to make their descendants darker and darker in blood.

But the era of Viking's plunder has already begun.

The bays of Scandinavia facing the North Sea formed a tribal alliance of Norwegians to looting Britain, abducting people or digesting themselves, or selling them to those living in the "sacred land" of Svealand on the other side of the mountains. People can seek great benefits.

The five slaves were censored as if they were animals, and their mouths were opened by wealthy buyers. By observing the teeth, a knowledgeable buyer can know a series of information such as the age and physical condition of the slave. This inspection routine was originally used to check cattle and sheep, and it was as easy to use as a slave.

In the end, these people bought them back as coolies to do farm work. Compared with tenant farmers who paid rent, they still used the labor of slaves to cultivate, and they could earn greater profits.

Many wealthy buyers gathered together. Obviously, they had a lot of disagreements on the division of slaves, and they needed to negotiate their purchase rights.

There are still many passers-by onlookers here, and the scattered copper coins in their hands do not want to buy a strong slave, not even the weakest female slave. They simply watch the excitement with greedy eyes, after all, their lives are full of boredom.

No one pays attention to the dozen or so people wearing burqa, and Lurik seems to be non-existent.

"It looks like the animal has a master, maybe we should bring more silver coins when we come again, so that we can satisfy your kindness." Arik said bluntly.

Rurik didn't think his cousin was complimenting himself, it was more like a satire.

"I didn't watch it." Rurik deliberately put on a disdainful attitude.

"Then go deep into the bazaar and take a look?" Arik asked.

"Alright. The Mellaren people's market is really big. They sell all kinds of things. I'm very curious about that Olekin."

Yevlo hurriedly bowed: "My lord, you must be able to see that person soon."

"Is it because Gould sent the messenger? I'm already standing here, Jeflo, do you know where Olekin lived?"

"Ah! This..." How didn't Jeflo know? Everyone knows all the mercenaries from Mellaren's native place in the team.

"Take me over, I want to find out."

Yevlo looked very nervous He continued to bend and persuade: "My lord, that Olekin is here to be arrogant, I'm afraid we will have to shut the door if we rashly ask to see him."

"Why? Wouldn't he refuse to see me if he didn't give him a welcome gift? Only he is a so-called leader?"

"I'm afraid that's the case, sir. That's a really arrogant man. He has a strong private soldier in his hand. No one dares to challenge the rules he set."

"Bah! Listening to you, how do I think that is a greedy and arrogant man? No matter, I just want to see that guy's mansion, as long as I can see the mansion a few steps away."

Yevlo let out a sigh, if the owner only requested this, of course he could do it. What he is most afraid of is that the two sons of the big leader Rose will cause some trouble in the territory of the Mellaren because of being too rebellious.

Although he is very much looking forward to the hegemony of the entire alliance when he grows up, Rurik, who he serves.

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