Chapter 1,259 Karryurikovich’s Wife

The girl felt much better after eating a full meal, and her initial numb fear of the Ross Conquerors moving around her gradually faded away.

Facing this girl, Karl didn't want a servant, but more of a playmate.

Karl was very curious about this girl of almost the same age and stared at her face, which was neither stunning nor disgusting in appearance.

"You. During the day, I asked you to kneel down and surrender. Why? So brave?"

How did the girl respond to Karl's question? At that time, she was simply frightened into silence, and she still remains entangled and silent now.

"Answer me." When Karl asked, he imitated an adult and patted his chest, as if he were a man who stood upright: "I am the next generation of Duke of Ostara and the master of all of you. It is your honor to be my servant. ,tell me your name."

"I..." The girl who had been silent for a long time finally spoke.

"I am Karl Ryulikovich. What is your... name?"

At this moment, Karl introduced himself completely in the Slavic way. Although the name was very noble, as for how noble it was, the seven-year-old Karl had not yet intuitively felt it.

The girl slightly lowered her head and pursed her lips, "Solkina... Solkina Vyacheslavina (solkina·vyaa)."

Her name is catchy, and its original meaning refers directly to the morning sun.

In a sense, she is the "Princess of the Dawn" of the Polotsk people, but now because of her grandfather's humiliating surrender, the girl who was favored by the tribe has been reduced to an ordinary peasant woman half a year ago.

"Sorkina? That sounds great."

"You..." The girl also cheered up. The boy in front of her looked harmless. She wanted to understand the current situation and what her future would be like. "Do you want me to be your servant?"

"Of course. You are my servant now, don't worry, I will be kind to you. Everything will be fine."

"So...you won't hurt me." She subconsciously covered her head and continued to murmur.

"Hurt? Sorkina." Karl had already called her by her first name, "Why? Why should I hurt you when you do things for me in the future? You see, my army doesn't even intend to hurt you villagers."

"But...last year's war." The girl couldn't help but burst into tears when she mentioned the painful thing. She did not actively hold on to the past wars, nor did she have the intention or dare to verbally criticize the conquerors.

She also wanted to take the opportunity to relieve the pain in her heart and talk about her parents and the large number of people who died in the war.

Things were completely beyond Karl's expectation.

"War." He gently raised his chin and looked at the moon: "I don't understand it very well. However, anyone who dares to stand in the way of Ross is an enemy, and anyone who is willing to join Ross is a new Ross. Your parents fought After they die, their souls will live forever in Asgard, and those of you who survive will live a normal life under our ruler."

Karl imitated the adults and talked about the path. It was the belief of Russia and the northerners, but it was not the belief of the Polotsk people. Sorkina still didn't understand.

But she at least understands the meaning of glory.

"My grandpa," she said.

"Your grandfather?"

"Yes. My grandfather is Proclaw, and he is our greatest leader. However, he was defeated by you. He died, and I...have lost my nobility."

Karl was slightly surprised: "So, your grandfather was once the leader of Polotsk?"

"Yes. I used to live in the huge house where you planted the flag. He was defeated and I was kicked out as a family member. They said... I had lost my glory and was no different from other girls."

He gently pinched his chin and frowned. Suddenly, Karl realized that his little servant named Sorkina was actually a down-and-out noble?

Karl knew very well about his mother's past when she was young. He inherited the name of Ostara, so naturally he had to have a deep knowledge of the tribe's homeland and many things in the past.

The defeated lost their glory, but the mother regained the glory of the tribe through marriage, and this was how the Principality of Ostara came into being.

Of course, things were more complicated than Karl realized. At that time, Ross, who was excluded, needed the support of the Ostarans and the Grans to establish a united tribal group and become a powerful force in the Swedish Alliance, even if the two The strength is very weak.

Karl was fully aware of why his mother wanted to use almost the entire principality's power, and with the support of his father's troops, he must directly rule Polotsk - just to gain the population and the strength capital to continue expansion.

Because the Principality of Ostara is in the Eastern New World, the greatest value of its existence is to guard the southern gate of the kingdom, and its strength is naturally greater.

Of course, Karl could not ignore another task in which he was forcibly taken to Polotsk by his mother.

He continued to listen to the girl in front of him who was finally no longer timid: "Sorkina, your new leader Rambat is dead. After his death, will your village have a new leader?"

"I haven't heard of it. We are the largest village here. If we can't choose the strongest one, it will be even less possible for other villages."

"So, you Polotsk people no longer have the highest nobles?"

"Yes." The girl nodded, but little did she know that the information she revealed actually confirmed that she was the direct and only descendant of the highest noble of the Polotsk people in the past.

Because Sorkina's only brother was obviously a young man who had just grown up. He was not yet married and had no children. He died under the iron hoofs of the Ross cavalry last year.

Among the descendants of the Proclaw chiefs, Sorkina is the oldest girl, even though she is only eight years old.

Sorkina is only one year older than Karl, but they grew up in completely different environments. Has Karl lived a life of luxury since his birth? He never had to worry about eating. Essentially, his parents were both from Sweden. They had pure Nordic blood and often ate meat. At the age of seven, his physical fitness and height far surpassed that of Polotsk boys of the same age.

Even though girls tend to be taller than boys of the same age when they are young, what is Sorkina like on an ordinary day? Like other tribesmen, she ate oats almost every day. Even though her late grandfather was the leader, as a granddaughter, she didn't have many opportunities to eat meat.

Especially for salt, the relationship between the Polotsk people and the people in the Gulf of Riga is up and down, and the opportunity to get a stable supply of salt is not stable. Salt must be eaten sparingly, so that people are forced to have a bland taste.

Karl nodded: "My mother will choose a fiancée from you for me. She must be the daughter of a noble! So, you."

He immediately stretched out his hand and pointed it directly at Sorkina's face: "I have decided that you are not my servant. You are my fiancée."

"Ah?" The girl was surprised again and couldn't help but cover her mouth.

"You do not want it?"

"I...I don't dare. I am willing, as long as I can..." She pursed her lips again and glanced at the wooden bowl placed at her feet: "As long as I can continue to eat enough, I can do anything."

"Then it's settled." Karl stood up and pulled the girl up, "Let's go! Follow me to see my mother."

Keeping the girl by the campfire and arranging for Karl to strike up a conversation in person to claim ownership were all part of Carlotta's deliberate ploy. She always felt that her son was a little lonely, as she knew her son better than her mother. This must be because although his son had the blood of Rurik, he did inherit the Principality of Ostara, and his status was slightly embarrassing among the brothers.

After all, legally speaking, the status of Ostara and Rus were once equal. Now Rus has been upgraded to a kingdom. As Rurik is the king, the biggest title is still the Principality of Rus.

There are many things that words cannot explain, which is why, apart from receiving education, Karl spent most of his time in Ostara City at the southernmost tip of Yin Ermen Lake.

The son's only playmates were local boys, and he was in dire need of female companions.

Besides, whether it is the tradition of the northerners or the Slavs, a boy becomes an adult in the full sense when he reaches the age of twelve, and capable parents must arrange a marriage for him.

Carlotta hopes that her son will grow up quickly. As a female generation, as a duke, the legitimacy is completely based on Carl's first right of inheritance.

By the time Karl reaches the age of twelve, it will be time for him to take over many matters in the principality. In this way, Carlotta felt that she could also relieve herself from the heavy pressure.

As a boy, Carl had to learn to interact with women early. Just like his father Rurik, he had his own maid when he was young. Karl, who inherited the Rurik bloodline, had to imitate his father who was like the "April Bull"!

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The key to reviving Ostara lies in population, and the Duke himself should set an example.

Poor Carlotta now strongly believes that she suffered severe physical injuries when she fled with her sister. Like many women, it is impossible to have many children in their lifetime. I am afraid that Karl is the only male heir to the principality.

Karl probably doesn't have a biological brother or sister. If he does anything wrong, the resurrected principality will face the end of heirs.

"Since you are Rurik's biological son, you should have the abilities of your father, so that my principality can rest easy."

Her thoughts were extremely realistic and pragmatic, and she truly felt that the little girl from Polotsk should have boldness in her weakness.

Carlotta does not need a personal maid, it is the maid that her son needs to live with since childhood.

She had been observing secretly, and even secretly had fun with Fisk. The two children seemed to be having a good conversation by the campfire, which fully satisfied Carlotta's needs.

The tent built in imitation of the Pechenegs was Carlotta's temporary residence. After dinner, she lay there on her back, imagining that her son had a loyal maid, just as Rumia was loyal to Rurik at that time. In that case, it would be great if history could repeat itself.

Suddenly, a boy's crisp call came from outside the camp: "Mom, I have something important to tell you!"

Carlotta stood up in anger and opened the door curtain herself. She was greeting her son with a smile, but she was shocked to see this brat directly pulling the girl's hand and standing in front of her.

"Oh? It seems that you are very satisfied with the servant you gave her? You actually regard her as a friend." Carlotta pretended to be serious.

"Not a friend. She is Sorkina, my fiancée." Karl couldn't hide his joy

"Fiancée?!" Although Carlotta hoped that her son could become a father at the right age, she did not plan that the maid arranged for him must be one of his wives. "There has to be a limit to playing house. You... are too early. There is no need to imitate your father in every aspect."

"not like this."

"how?"

"Mom." Karl said with a smile on his face, "It was you who asked me to marry the daughter of a Polotsk noble."

"Indeed. I haven't had time to order the nobles to assemble? It will take a few days to choose a wife for you."

"No need. She is! She is Sorkina, the granddaughter of the leader Proclaw. Is there any other noble daughter as noble as her?"

"Proclaw?" Carlotta thought for a moment, and an idea flashed in her mind. Then she stared at the girl's face with suspicion and warned sternly: "Girl! You can't lie. I know Proclaw." If you engage in counterfeit behavior, even if I admire you a little, the crime of deception is enough for me to put you to death."

Upon hearing the word "death", Sorkina subconsciously took a step back and actually hid behind Karl.

"Mom, you scared her."

"What a stupid kid." Carlotta scratched her head helplessly. Carlotta was once a simple girl, but the current situation forced her to have a city. If this girl is really the granddaughter of a great noble, it can indeed explain why this girl does not kneel during the day. Of course, we cannot deny the possibility of pretending to be someone else in order to gain glory and wealth.

Who is innocent? Of course he is his own son.

How could it be that Karl easily believed the girl's claims that lacked evidence? We also need to strengthen learning and training.

Let’s keep this matter under wraps for the time being. My son’s happy look is completely different from the bad and depressed mood he had before when he was tired from riding horses. As a mother, I am very happy about this.

Now that the matter has come to this, it seems that we need to gather the leading figures in the village as soon as possible to verify whether the girl who calls herself "Solkina" is really the granddaughter of the former leader.

Carlotta estimated that if it were verified to be true tomorrow, the girl's fate would change dramatically.

If it is false, then death will be given.

The cavalry barracks gradually fell into calm, with only sentries taking turns with weapons to guard against possible night attacks and retaliation by the Polotsk villagers.

That night, Carlotta naturally hugged her young son and fell asleep, while the girl was placed in a separate tent and closely watched.

For the first time, I have a servant, and for the first time I have a maid who can speak to me.

Curiosity intertwined with the desire to possess.

Carlotta slept very comfortably that night. She needed to rest after being tired for the past few days. After all, her body as a woman was not as thick and thick as those of men, not to mention her leg problems.

Carl, who was nestled in his mother's arms, tossed and turned, and finally fell asleep due to excessive exhaustion...

It was easy to prove the girl's identity, and the largest village in Polotsk had to produce more women for the conqueror to choose from. The envoy she initially sent had told the locals about the purpose of the conqueror's army - to choose wives for unmarried male warriors.

Should we take into account the wishes of ordinary villagers? Totally unnecessary.

People here have only one option for anything, and that is consent.

She also felt that she had given them great kindness. Taking out the young women from the village to marry them was not only a manifestation of surrender, but also a statement made by the conqueror to the villagers, saying that they would indeed be a family.

She consciously gave the locals enough time to think, and the news of the cavalry's arrival in Polotsk would spread to all the villages in the entire Polota River Basin on the new day.

Of course Carlotta knew that some people had fled with their families, leaving behind some fields and even empty houses.

At present, the army lacks the ability to control all villagers at once, especially the ability to control them like prisoners. If you want people to be willing to stay and accept a new life, they still need to get benefits.

Just like what he did in the city of Ostara, after providing better life opportunities, he gradually attracted some Slavic farmers who betrayed their manor, and these people suddenly became Ostara people.

"Maybe it's true. Sorkina, who claims to be the granddaughter of the former leader, is a breakthrough."

Early in the morning, she seriously mentioned the matter with Fisk, who had gotten up early.

As a stronger man than his father who died in the war, the latter felt that there was an easier way to make the girl tell the truth.

As if carrying a little rabbit, the frightened Sorkina was directly picked up by Fisk.

"Tell me!" His eyes were as wide as bells: "That Proclaw, I had in-depth communication with this person. Are you his granddaughter?"

"Yes. Yes..." the girl whispered timidly, squeezing out tears from her eyes. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he noticed Karl with a complicated attitude. His trembling eyes were clearly asking for help.

The girl's small actions may be difficult for a rough man to detect, but Carlotta, who is watching with her hands behind her back, can see clearly. "Little girl, you actually know how to coax a man?" Carlotta said nothing and just continued to observe.

Now Fisk simply put the girl down, held her thin cheeks with both hands, and carefully observed her face. With this gaze, he gradually felt that there was indeed a bit of the old guy Proclaw's shadow between his eyebrows. Who knows? Maybe an impostor. This face is quite attractive.

Around noon, more than 20 village elders, accompanied by Ross soldiers, were forced to verify the girl who had been taken away.

Among them was the old lady from yesterday.

These same people in the village are well-informed due to their old age. When the strong men are no longer available, they assume responsibilities similar to that of leaders. This time they must take advantage of the opportunity to find out why.

They were surprised at the cavalry camp. A large number of wooden sheds had been set up overnight, and tents covered with coarse cloth were densely arranged. War horses that were taller than local horses were herded in groups, and a group of tall warriors holding sword hilts lined up to patrol...

"Hurry up! Old men, don't wait any longer." The soldier urged.

The place was heavily guarded and the old men shuddered. In fact, the answer has long been known. If it is really the girl who was taken away yesterday, she is indeed Proclaw's granddaughter.

The little girl was frightened again, she was already her servant anyway. When Fisk let go of his hand, Karl quickly rushed over, helped the girl up and even held her in his arms.

"Same as your father. He really cherished his first servant." Fisk scratched his bald head and glanced at Carlotta with a teasing smile.

Karl had decided that no matter what the girl's identity was, she was his servant. Even if her mother planned to be punished for her crime of deception, he would stop her.

Although it felt very strange, Sorkina felt comfortable for a long time. Be a servant? She is not doing anything right now. She even has some calluses on her little hands from pulling weeds and removing dirt. Now that she is free, she suddenly feels uncomfortable.

It was the calluses on her hands that made Carlotta suspect that noble women did not need to do heavy labor.

Finally, around noon, the belated old men stood outside Carlotta's tent.

There was no courtesy, Carlotta was still gorgeous, and the sword hanging from her waist made her even more heroic.

She appeared with Karl, and at the same time pushed the little girl Sorkina in front of her.

Seeing the little girl's face, the elders were surprised, surprised, and even cried. At the same time, the little girl burst into tears again, just because the old lady of the same race was standing here.

If they don't even have a decent reaction, it almost proves that the girl is a fake.

However, their emotional reactions were extremely violent, and they were already very close to conjecturing that the matter was true.

"Her? What's her father's name? What's her grandfather's name?" Carlotta asked in Slavic.

The old men were too cautious about the onlookers, but the old lady shouted impatiently in a hoarse voice: "She is Sorkina. Her father's name is Vyacheslav, and her grandfather is our chief Procva." Husband. You Russians, it was you who killed her grandfather and her parents. Ugh..."

The old lady mentioned last year's war. Look at these old guys. Many family members in every household died in the war.

An old man made a look and asked the old woman not to anger the conqueror, but the old woman wisely kept her mouth shut. Because life has to go on, the conqueror gave everyone a chance to meet, and naturally he wanted to strive for a more decent future for the village.

Carlotta only felt compassion for a moment, but she knew best the suffering suffered by this group of people. But true Meng soldiers do not blame others, but seize every opportunity to revive.

As for revenge... it would be best for these Polotsk people not to seek revenge. The way to avoid the latter is to win them all over.

The breakthrough to win over is now.

Carlotta said twice, then suddenly pulled Sorkina in front of her, put her hands on her shoulders, and expressed her serious attitude to the old men: "Sure enough, no one said anything. I declare! This girl is my son's real wife." , I am the future duchess of the Principality of Ostara. She is the granddaughter of your great leader. You fought hard in Polotsk, and I recognize your bravery. Now, let’s get married! Your leader’s granddaughter is now my adopted daughter. , she will be my daughter-in-law when she comes of age!"

Especially the last sentence, Carlotta repeated it three times in order for everyone to understand.

This is the best solution. Sorkina has a family again.

Although this solution was not her subjective wish, she had to accept the reality for the sake of the entire village and Polotsk.

Sorkina is still a little confused, but she understands to some extent that her future will not be worse than that of a servant...