One Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters a Sword

Gould felt that he had to show his hand to the chief of the clan, and to open the eyes of the clansmen onlookers, and even his own family and guards.

Suddenly, he drew his dagger, and the sight really startled Ungriff.

Gould asked calmly: "Look at this sword, it's sharp and shiny, just like our friendship is long and solid."

"This is..." For a moment, Ungriff had noticed that the color of the sword was different, it was brighter and whiter.

"It's called stelsvord." Gould explained a brand new word, and he hurriedly explained: "The Russ have mastered a magical skill, and they will make some magical swords. I ordered this sword for two pounds of silver! Maybe you don't believe that my sword can cut your sword!"

"Really? I don't believe it."

The only thing Ungriff is proud of is his life as a warrior. When people are old, they are very strong when they are young. The upper body covered by clothing, those scars are his Medal of Honor. Especially the scars under the eyes, which were wounded by the flowing arrows.

In that battle, the Danes released a few arrows, but unfortunately they were scratched, but fortunately their eyes were saved.

Is it something a man would do to send archers to fight? Real men should hold swords and slash each other to compete in martial arts.

Ungriff drew his sword, and he looked confident: "Come on! If you can cut it off, I can say that your sword is really a divine sword."

"Oh? Do you think I'm too fat to even hold a sword? But if I cut off your sword..."

"It's okay, I also want to see the miracle you mentioned."

Russ people can always do something interesting, and today Ungriff was purely interested, so he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands: "Come on! Chop it!"

"Really let me come?!" Seeing that the other party was serious, Gould smiled honestly: "Oh, my dear brother, you look down on me like a seal too much. You really think that a person like me can be like a soldier. Normal combat? I don't want to insult your sword, just let my warrior captain come in person."

Gould beckoned and ordered Yevlo, who was watching the play, to approach.

"Master, what are your orders?" Yevlo, who had short hair and a unkempt head, bowed and waited for the order.

"Take my sword and cut off his sword."

"As ordered!"

The moment Yevro clenched the sword, he realized that it was different.

It is not the hilt of this dagger that is inlaid with beautiful gems, but the distinctive color of the blade. Yevro has been trained as a swordsman for more than ten years since he was bought home by Gould! After such a long time, Yevluo has accumulated too much "killing experience".

Holding the sword tightly, Yevro swung left and then to assess its strength, and was surprised by noticing that the sword was still flexible.

Because of the ordinary iron sword, how can it have any elasticity? Bends in battle are a no-brainer! The only good thing is that it doesn't break easily.

Since the master ordered,

Yevro finally clenched the hilt with both hands, shouted, and slashed at Ungriff's sword.

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the sword was divided into two sections.

The half-slashed blade swirled wildly in the air, and finally landed on the ground.

The scene fell into extreme silence for a while!

Ungriff's eyes widened, and he was silent for a while before realizing what had been invented.

When Yevro witnessed this wonder, the first thing he did was to check whether he had broken his master's divine sword. He especially stared at the blade that was most likely to crack, and as a result, he raised the sword to face the sun, and couldn't see any trace of the blade at all.

Master's sword, there is no damage at all!

Realizing this fact, Yevlo broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

It was Ungriff who was also sweating on his feet: "Gould, my friend, the Ross people... how could they be?!"

"Haha. Because they were blessed by Odin." Gould shrugged and took the opportunity to show off: "Their leader is named Otto, and you have met this person before."

"Yes, I've seen it. It was a long time ago. That man hasn't come to our remote place for many years."

"He has a son named Rurik." Gould turned his back and pointed to his ship with a big hand: "Rurik has been blessed and brought many things that are not found in this world. The Divine Sword that breaks the ordinary sword is made of Valhalla's wisdom. In addition, there are many magical things, all from Valhalla!"

"This...is this true?" Youdao is that the businessman's mouth is not very credible. After seeing the miracle, Ungriff had to think for a while.

"Rurik, he may have been an ancient heroic spirit, and he did not return to the world without Odin's order. However, perhaps he has forgotten his identity, but he retains a lot of knowledge of Valhalla. Now, the Rus people have begun Equipped with such a sword!"

This was addressed to Ungriff as well as to Yevlo. Yevro will definitely have a brand new identity in the future, and Gould hopes that this young man who has been cultivated by himself will be able to obtain more security for himself after giving it to Rurik. Therefore, Yevlo must be made aware of Rurik's extraordinaryness at the first time.

Hearing this, Ungriff was not as simple as sweating on the soles of his feet, he was sweating all over.

Ungriff said angrily: "Oh, fortunately we are solid allies with them. If an enemy has such a terrible weapon, wouldn't we!"

"You don't have to worry." Gould patted his heart and said, "My brother, I have spent every winter in that fjord of the Rus, and I am already friends with that Rurik. I will represent Unkla. The Sri Lankans have a good relationship with him. You never have to worry, Ungriff. As long as we don't take the initiative to destroy the alliance, our relationship will always be like brothers."

Ungriff was very pleased, and asked: "Oh, now that my sword is broken, I want to buy one of these. If I can buy it for two pounds of silver, I will pay for it."

The implication is that this guy just wants to buy his own sword.

Of course, this business is not impossible. businessman! As a businessman, as long as the price is high enough, anything can be sold, even the soul!

Gould was after the best interests, and he said immediately: "The cost of my sword is two pounds of silver. I am a merchant, and if you want it now, please give me four pounds of silver."

"you!"

"What? It hurts?! My friend, we are in business! If you have reasons, of course you can take the money to Roseburg in person. But the local blacksmiths have already started working day and night, and they won't just because you are Ankrath. The big boss will reduce the price, and will not make it for you in advance. Moreover, they must believe that you have a lot of wealth as a boss, and they will take the opportunity to increase the price. My friend, you can't even get four pounds of silver. Bar."

"You!" Ungriff really liked it, but he couldn't stand being looked down on by Gould. He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, and cheered up: "I buy it! I can get four pounds of silver coins!"

"Of course, you are also rich. My friend, please allow me to go to the council chamber first, and we will talk about some big things."

"Okay! I just happened to go back and get the money."

Anglath tribe, she is a larger village! In order to maintain the operation of the clan, the clan people all have to pay taxes to the big chief.

Farmers pay taxes to the village chief, and the village chief provides public services to the farmer group. A tacit understanding was born naturally between each other, which turned into a contract.

There is an advantage to being a big leader, that is, you don't have to work yourself. Only Ungriff was particularly satisfied with this.

The so-called tax payment means that farmers and hunters regularly pay some grain or fur according to the family.

As for the dozen or so big businessmen of the tribe, don't expect to pull out even a single copper coin from their mouths.

The Gould family is very rich, and he just doesn't give the big chief a penny. In this regard, Ungriff can only scold the merchants for their immorality, but the tribe needs a considerable amount of daily necessities and needs to be trafficked by the merchants. First of all, he cannot force the merchants to take out the money by force. Secondly, even with force, they can't run away when they hear the wind? Then, who would come to remote Uncles to sell?

Gould's eldest son was also a fat man, but the young man was instructed to take his wife to the Meralon tribal fair, and to run Gould's outlet in Melalon. What makes this old guy more regretful is that the eldest son clearly did not inherit his ability, and the two children born by the daughter-in-law are actually daughters, and they will inherit their obesity very well.

After all, it was his granddaughter, and Gould felt regretful, and he had to show a smile to the children on the bright side.

But the future is still bright! He still has many sons, and even his body can make more maids give birth to new sons for him. In fact, up to now, Gould is a little dizzy in the face of his children and grandchildren, there are too many children! And the number of children with their own blood is still increasing.

Now, he ordered himself to hire the guys from Roseburg, hired a group of porters at the dock, and his own servants, totaling more than 200 people, to help him load and unload the heavy cargo on the ship.

After all, in this era when port machinery, even the most primitive "human squirrel-cage crane", was not invented, the Ancora people simply never thought of the possibility of these devices. German work.

Those employed, of course, were the hordes of farmers who swarmed the docks for work. They all know that Gould must have given a huge sum of no less than one silver coin in terms of moving goods!

For the average farmer, a silver coin is already a very pleasant income, which means that it can be exchanged for new farming tools, or buy half a deerskin to make a leather jacket from a Norwegian merchant who occasionally passes over the mountains.

Accompanied by his own captain, Yevro, and nine other guards, Gould walked towards the tribal council chamber with extremely confident steps.

It seemed that it had just rained, and the roads in the tribe were a little muddy. Looking at the houses of the tribe, and the old women who were leaning against the door watching them, a sense of regret came to my heart.

A winter has passed! Angola is still the same, as if ten or twenty years later, it is still the same.

Look at the Rus people again, everything is changing dramatically! Otto led his tribe to build new settlements, Aric led his tribe to wage a war of revenge, and Rurik was quietly and quickly improving the strength of the Rus through more inventions.

The development of a tribe must have an inseparable reason from the decision of its big leader!

The power of the Rus people is thriving, and the hometown of Ankras is stagnant!

Seeing these scenes, how could Gould not want to leave here? As a businessman, of course, you have to mix with powerful people, it is best to make allies and form an interest group.

Gould came to the council hall of the tribe. He came a little earlier, and soon, the wealthy households in the tribe gathered around.

This group of colleagues is definitely not here to discuss matters, he just wants to have a good chat with Gould for the first time. Buy as many Gould items as you can. Yes, Gould's second-order dealers, this group of colleagues is the third-rank dealers.

The merchants of Onkrath secretly had an unwritten agreement that merchants who bought goods from Gould could not go to the Melaron Market. Although of course they can steal it, that is, they and Gould have no price advantage at all. The three dealers buy from the second dealer, but they have to earn a price difference. They make no money in Melalen, and it becomes profitable to sell goods to other allies.

Therefore, Gould, the businessman of the Ankras system, almost monopolized the trade with the Melalen tribe. For the trade of other allies, Gould would not play in person, and he would give the guys a chance to eat in the name of it.

Everyone was enjoying themselves on the leather cushions, and the merchants were chattering about Gould's magical experience in Roseburg, and, of course, about the Excalibur.

It's a baby after all! They are both merchants, and if they can buy it for four hundred silver coins, anyone can afford the money.

Some of them have suggested that don't care about Ungriff's mood, everyone is fighting for this sword, and whoever has more will sell it to whoever!

To be honest, Gould was really moved, and he felt itchy, thinking it was not impossible.

What is that Ungriff? businessman! The principle is whoever has the higher price will sell the product to whom.

After a while, Ungriff came with the purse, and everyone could see that the old fellow had a very complicated face.

Ungriff was simply unable to show himself in front of Gould, and he went as close as he could to make himself look lavishly dressed, and in the end, to be like the common merchant of the tribe.

He put the money bag on the table and shook it deliberately to prove that it was full of silver.

Four Roman pounds in silver, totaling more than fifteen hundred grams.

"The money is yours, and the sword is mine. Let's deal now."

Gould smiled naively: "No! Chief, I changed my mind."

"What? You're not selling it? Oh, well, after all, that's your sword, I shouldn't be loved." After speaking, Ungriff put the silver bag to his side and felt a great feeling in his heart. Glad.

Ungriff is really guilty, and he really hurts to take out this money. He was in conflict. After all, the sword of the Divine Sword was not long. It was obviously a short sword for self-defense and could not be used for frontal combat. Buying it is more to show one's own identity. It costs four hundred silver coins, and if you want face, you will lose your money.

Gould shook his head: "Because of the merchants, there are many people who are willing to bid higher. Chief, if you can bid higher..."

"What?!" Ungriff, who understood the situation for a moment, was suddenly displeased, and he tried his best to suppress his mood.

Gould also stopped his chest: "As you can see, the higher price wins. Now, let's start negotiating, the price starts from four hundred silver coins."