Chapter 339： I am Rurik. I also ask you to admit that Ostara did not...

The son was frightened by the other's eyes and regressed? Although Olekin was disappointed with his son's actions, he had to admire the so-called "Rulik's aura." However, his son was humiliated, didn't he also slapped his face?

Olekin coughed twice, and then ordered: "Ross, kneel down! Salute me! If you refuse, then leave! Your refusal is a betrayal! The business you desire is over here, and we, Mellaren People will forbid you and all those who have something to do with you from entering the Great Lakes."

In order to support their own power, use trade sanctions as a means?

Rurik felt that this was just a gulp, a bluff, and the leader would not be so stupid that he really didn't do business with the Ross people. Rurik looked at the surroundings and couldn't help feeling that this Olegin was really interesting. Yes, there are only five unarmed people in the room and nothing more.

If Olekin is really prepared and stimulated by Arik’s out-of-control silent challenge, he will use a signal like a cup-wrestling to summon dozens of swordsmen and axemen to appear suddenly, in order to determine who Has the greatest authority. Obviously Olekin was very sincere for today's meeting. In this matter, it was clear that the Rus did not do well.

"Oops, offended him twice..."

Thinking that the disaster could not continue to spread, Rurik stepped forward and stood in front of Arik.

"You? Chief Otto's daughter? I hope you can say beautiful things, and it's best not to smell like your brother."

Rurik nodded, and immediately took off his fleece cap. He looked at Olegin with a peaceful look, just to let him see his face clearly and make a little memory by the way.

Sure enough, Olekin had just felt that the voice of "the so-called Rurik" was a bit familiar, but now seeing the child's face, he suddenly thought of something.

Olekin's body was trembling while sitting upright, and his eyes were also trembling.

Rurik bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Honorable lord, I am a boy, and I am the real Rurik. It is a pity that my reckless brother makes you unhappy."

"No!" Olekin had already fully reacted, and he stood up suddenly: "You? Are you not Norwegian travelers? How did you become Russ?!"

Rurik immediately knelt down and replied with a sincere gaze: "Yes. I'm sorry to cause the noble leader to misunderstand, and the previous thing, we have sins, should not confront the noble leader, now we have more Deep sin. Oh, maybe because we have been in the north for too long, people have become vulgar. I hope that the noble lord will look at the future traders and forgive us."

Rurik said several "Leaders" on his face, and using this technique, he kept telling Olegin that his position as the leader has always been recognized by the Rus.

The boy spoke very well, and the childlike innocence in his eyes really relieved Olekin a lot, and at the same time realized that he really has a weight in the hearts of the Ross people.

For a moment, Olekin fell in love with the half-kneeling boy. He wished that all the Ross people, or all the nobles from other tribes, had the eloquence and awareness of his own identity like this boy.

In other words, he was very happy to be immersed in the atmosphere of being worshipped, and this joy let him down.

Rurik was the first to kneel on one knee, with his small head hooked down, facing the leader with beautiful and reflective blond hair. Yeah, it's all that Lurik is always taking care of himself with his hair. He is extremely hygienic and makes himself too clean. He does not have the sloppy image that a boy needs to have in everybody's mind.

There is a natural difference between boys and girls, even if they do not change their voices, Olekin can tell them apart.

Of course he still has some doubts, could it be that this little boy is Rurik? The credible envoy clearly claimed that the visitors were Rurik and his two younger sisters.

Under Olegin's gaze, Rurik knelt on one knee to give a soldier salute, and Carlota also saluted immediately. Seeing this, Arik, who was very reluctant, made a fierce ideological struggle in his heart, and finally knelt on one knee under the premise of focusing on the overall situation.

"You still kneel, you should have saluted long ago!" Olekin nodded in satisfaction.

Although the specific situation has not been clarified yet, anyway, there must be a real Rurik. The Rurik, who is said to inherit the position of Elder Mai Otto of Ross, knelt down here, which is equivalent to saying that the next leader of the Ross has also acknowledged his authority.

The last time I saw Rose leader Otto was a long time ago. Olekin vaguely remembered that he was a very capable man, and a ruthless man who always wanted to attack the Gotland traitor. After this guy lost his son, his whole person became a little bit. depressed.

Thinking back to the past, Olekin became more and more convinced that the ponytailed and respectful boy who was kneeling on the ground was Rurik.

I’m afraid it’s been ten years since I said goodbye to Otto. Olekin asked immediately, "Pretty boy, tell me your age."

"I... nine years old." Rurik told the truth.

"There is no problem, you are the real Rurik. Then you..." Olekin put out an angry look again, looking at the tall half-kneeler: "Who are you? Oh right. , You must be Arik! Unfortunately, when I deal with your leader, I didn't know your existence."

"I am Arik, and I am the nephew of Chief Otto. I am the bravest fighter of the Ross tribe and a hero in battle. I am afraid that there is no second person in the entire alliance that has the strength of mine." Arik held his head up and said Resolute eyes answered questions.

"Bah!" The sound of a walrus tusks carefully carving a cup was heard at the same time when Karl was in trouble. The fragment of the cup was beside Arik, angrily he turned his head and glared at the arrogant young man.

Carl continued to attack: "Are you Ruths trying to hide in the bay at the end of the world? You claim to have killed countless enemies. I think you are bragging. You are just a warrior of the Ruths, and I! Invincible Karl! I am the whole The bravest warrior in the alliance, soon, I will be the leader of the alliance, and then I want you to kneel down and kiss my boots."

The son's rude behavior really annoyed Olekin. He needs to establish authority in the alliance for a long time, but he does not want to always face the tribes he joined in a condescending manner. Sometimes he needs to be brothers with those leaders. And the son's words are really irritating, his words are clearly looking forward to his early death.

Olekin snapped: "Karl, you shut up, it's not your turn to chatter here."

"But, he is humiliating..."

"To shut up!"

Carl tried to calm down with anger. He just didn't speak, he had to stare at Arik who was full of anger like two spearheads. It seems that to resolve the hostilities between the two sides, a duel of fate is needed, and this is something Olekin never wants to happen.

Rurik was a little upset about his cousin's untimely active performance, but he also disliked the "Prince" of Mellaren who claimed to be Carl. If this person really becomes the leader as he wishes, admit him? Pooh! Don't worry about such an alliance.

The scene fell into a speechless embarrassment again, and someone needed to break the deadlock.

Rurik calmed down. He noticed the unconscious trembling of the face muscles of the leader Oleg, and even after the bickering and threats he had just experienced, the person opened his eyes and became ambiguous.

That being the case, an urgent matter should be on the table.

In particular, Rurik said of Carlotta, who tried to stay calm, "Dear lord, can you guess the identity of this girl?"

"She?" Olekin came here quickly and didn't want any woman to participate in any kind of meeting between the tribes. He could see that the girl was beautiful and pleasant, so he smiled and compensated for the tension just now. : "She, should be your sister."

"Probably so, but she is not from Ross."

"Who is she?" When Olekin saw Carlotta's figure from the beginning, he believed that this girl was either rich or expensive. The first impression is very important, especially in this era. The more dignified people are, the more they need to show their dignity on the bright side. Being low-key on important occasions is a kind of stupidity.

"She is from Ostara." Rurik said calmly.

"What? Ostara?"

"Yes. She is the last descendant of that tribe."

Hearing Rurik’s explanation, Olekin couldn’t help but open his mouth: “Huh? It’s true? But Ostara was already destroyed by the Danes last year.”

After Olekin's scar was violently opened, Carlotta's tears were like a fountain, and two water swords gushing, and soon her tears were sparkling in the light of the oil lamp. For the leader who met for the first time, Carlotta very much hoped to get help from this person, but the leader did nothing.

Carl, who shut his mouth for a while, hugged his arms and questioned with disdain: "Is it possible? There are still Ostara people alive?"

This statement can be called a knife stab at Carlotta's heart. She stared at Carl with tears in her eyes, her face full of grief and anger.

Carl just shrugged, he didn't care about the eyes of a child.

Rurik suppressed the inner atmosphere, and sighed deliberately, "Ostra never perished! Some Ostras did not die, they fled to Mellaren, and they longed for the protection of their lord. But you didn’t do it. Some merchants were collecting these fugitives, and in the end we bought them from the merchants and redeemed them.” At this point, Rurik deliberately bowed, posing a humble Gesture: "Great leader, there are many Ostara people or maybe you should recognize them. Also, recognize this girl as the leader of Ostara."

The development of the matter was completely unexpected, Olekin hesitated while pinching his beard.

At this moment, Carl categorically said: "Father, this girl is too suspicious. You can't agree to this rashly."

Olekin turned his head immediately: "Perhaps, she is indeed the last descendant of the chief of Ostara's family."

In order to verify her identity, Carlotta wiped away her tears suddenly, and with a cry of tears, she took out her treasure-the amber that belonged to her that was constantly polished into a ball.

A girl possesses such rare treasures? Olekin squeezed his chin, recalling some of the past hard.

Carlotta continued to cry, helping the lord to remember; "A long time ago, my grandfather bought three large ambers at the Mellaren Bazaar. They were polished and they were gifts from my grandfather. I own them. One of them."

"Ah! It turned out to be like this!" Olekin finally remembered something, and then looked at the rare large amber in the girl's hand, and believed the girl's words.

"Then, lord, can you...recognize me?" Carlotta said weakly.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Olekin couldn't help moving his compassion.

In some matters, Olegin naturally has a violent side, and he will keep enough attention to noble people.

But the arrogant son Karl spoke for him again: "Let a girl be the leader of a tribe? We want to recognize her? Still too ridiculous. Is the authenticity of her identity confirmed by her holding a piece of amber? Maybe only God can. At a glance, this is the performance of the Ross people."

Olekin calmed down again, although his son's frequent interruptions made him annoyed how to get him involved, but his son's words need to be considered.

After all, it was unprecedented to admit a girl as the leader.

For Carlotta, she regarded the leader's hesitation as an implicit way of refusing to admit that she was the leader.

She could no longer control her emotions, and shouted in grief and indignation in the girl’s sharp voice: "We Ostra was attacked, we failed, our people fled, and you can’t save you! You should speak to the Danes and the Gotlands. Revenge. Are you sure that you are not the next target to be attacked by them? Those Danes, children and women will be killed by them, they are a group of beasts even more terrifying by wolves. You have to watch out for them, not just don’t give We help, and now... still refuse to recognize my identity."

For an instant, Olekin felt a bit cold in his back. The person who yelled at herself was not just a girl, it was as if she represented hundreds of the undead of Ostara, sending a soul accusation to herself.

Olekin managed to squeeze a smile, intending to coax a child, in order to calm Carlotta's emotions.

"I can admit that Ostara is not dead, and I admit that your people are still living. But your identity... can't Ostara elect a man to be the leader?"

"This..." Carlotta turned his face to look at the ground, not wanting to say anything.

Rurik took her words and asked back: "Any ordinary cow-herding boy can take over the position of leader, is it just because he is a boy? Isn't that messy? The last descendant of the leader of Ostara's family She is the only one, she is noble. At least...at least Otto, the leader of our Ross people, admits that she can be the leader of Ostara."

It was all about this guy, and Rurik wondered what else Olegin could say?

"Your father? Otto? I haven't seen him for many years, but you haven't been born yet..." Olekin raised his head and thought for a while, he almost publicly recognized Carlotta as the leader. , No matter how his hapless son made trouble from it.

"I object!" Carl stepped forward. "It's still ridiculous! At any time, who would agree with a woman as a leader, let alone a child."

Carl again! They are also taking out the so-called tradition to talk about things. This **** tradition...

In itself, the so-called talk of tradition, in Olegin's view, should be a kind of art of speech, so-called morality to let opponents subdue. But this is supposed to be a way of doing things, does the tribe need to maintain the so-called tradition completely? Is there any benefit to this kind of self-confidence?

As the leader, just now Olekin weighed the pros and cons of admitting Carlotta's identity.

Obviously, he needs to declare to all his allies that the Ostara tribe has not perished, and even has a leader although it is a female leader. After all, they have not all disappeared, and the unhelpful insults placed on the Mellaren people should disappear soon.

Carl's untimely spoiler is real and worrying about both the atmosphere and the situation.

The only son seems to be really pampered for a long time. He really has a high self-esteem. He obviously has his own set of overconfident ways to behave in the world, but what he lacks most is the experience of dealing with powerful allies, and even the future. As the leader of the alliance, even if it is nominally stable political means.

A person who is easy to get angry, how to deal with a scheming person.

In short, his son is thirty one, he should have been very mature, and the reality of today is breaking the old father's heart.

On the other hand, Rurik, a nine-year-old child, had to pay attention to the depth of the city, the decisiveness of his speech, and the manners he showed. He can only envy Otto in his heart. After the accidental loss of two sons, the third son really has a noble soul.

Of course, to make Olegin believe in the legendary identities that are added to Rülik's "Odin Blessing", he will not believe it anyway, he cannot accept that someone in the alliance claims to be more noble than himself.