The three Ruriks quickly returned to the bustling and noisy camp. The place was still very lively, even more lively than when they left before, because today's game has ended and a group of victorious gamblers have been produced.
, now they are splashing gold and silver like crazy.
When the three of them saw this scene, Vasiliko couldn't help but asked Volorida why she didn't go to the tournament. He had always been interested in these things.
Volorida's answer was simple, that is, after experiencing the war, he had lost interest in such battles.
After this brief interlude, the three of them arrived at their target, a three-story house with a walled yard behind it. Black smoke was rising into the sky. It was obvious that this was a factory.
Square.
Where there is a workshop, there is naturally a shop. The first floor of the house is a weapons shop. The shop is filled with a variety of weapons, from long swords to scimitars. There are also many knife blades behind the finished products.
People choose, and then it is made into the style they need at the request of the customer.
In addition, there are many shelves with chain mail and scale armor on them, as well as various helmets.
The clerk guarding the store was originally drowsy, but he immediately became energetic when he saw the three Ruriks approaching. Although he didn't know the identities of these three people, his temperament and the value of those three people were worth nothing.
Fei's little decoration will tell you that the big customer is coming.
The waiter greeted the three of them and walked in. Vasiliko noticed that his accent was Chernigov, and then he found that the business in this store was very busy because the waiters in the store were putting new armor on the shelves.
, and he saw no dust on those shelves.
The youngest Rurik recalled the information his elder brother told them: Grisha was the most popular master in the blacksmith guild, and the works of him and his apprentices were already pursued by Kiev nobles in the era of Svyatoslav.
Object, with the current grand occasion of the martial arts competition, his business here will definitely be better.
Volorida directly handed over the things they obtained from the dead man to the clerk and asked him to bring them to the boss. Vasiliko obviously noticed that the man's face was nervous after the accident, and then he obviously took the things calmly.
Take it down.
This was Volorida's idea. Rather than deal with the master in vain, it would be better to go directly to the subject and return the things to the master, and then he would not be able to pretend to be stupid.
The three of them waited in the store for a while. During this period, Rurik kept carefully observing the weapons and armors in the room, and tried their effects from time to time. Volorida simply admired the gorgeous decoration of the equipment. As for
Vasiliko, he was thinking about how the master would deal with them next.
"You three, please come in."
The guy came out and invited them into the workshop, and the three of them agreed without hesitation. They knew that the master must have prepared something, but they were not afraid. This was entirely out of confidence in their own strength.
trust.
And just in case, Rurik also dispatched a group of Kiev battalion soldiers to wait nearby. Once the waiting time exceeds the agreed time or they hear the sound of fighting, they will rush in immediately.
Vasiliko couldn't help but sigh that it was a good thing that his eldest brother was here. Otherwise, according to the second brother's character, he probably wouldn't have just walked into the workshop without leaving any backup to deal with emergencies.
After walking into the house and passing through several doors, they came to the high-walled courtyard. When the three of them first walked in, an apprentice happened to walk over carefully carrying a large iron box of charcoal, and then they saw
Here is the overall view of the workshop.
There were craftsmen working on ironwork everywhere. In this cold weather, they were all dressed very thinly, with only a leather apron wrapped around their tops, because the stove was emitting extremely intense heat.
The sound of hammering iron tools continued to sound, mixed with the sound of molten iron solidifying under the impact of cold water. This was an extremely busy scene. Anyone who saw such a scene for the first time would definitely be surprised by it.
But the three Ruriks didn't, and they even looked down upon it, because they had seen this scene many times more spectacular in Moscow, that is, the workshop of the Moscow Blacksmith Guild. Compared with that scene, these things in front of them were basically nothing.
Nothing.
Under the leadership of the clerk, the three of them came to the master Grisha. The master was standing in front of a furnace that had just been extinguished. The apprentice was taking out the unburned coals and placing them in the brazier.
The master took off his blacksmith's apron and put on a fur coat. Vasiliko knew that coat. It was not a cheap thing.
Grisha is a strong middle-aged man who is almost fifty. He raised his head and looked at the three of them. His expression changed slightly, but then returned to normal, "You three, I am very glad that you sent this letter. This is
My cousin should have brought something, so where is my cousin?"
"He died. He died in a dry waterway outside the city that no one cared about. He had been dead for several days when we found him."
Rurik answered on behalf of everyone that while they were talking, many people gathered around unknowingly. Judging from their clothes, they were all blacksmiths and apprentices in this workshop, but Rurik showed no fear on his face.
Grisha's expression changed drastically. This answer obviously offended something. The master blacksmith just waved his hand, while those who surrounded him took out their weapons.
"Master Rurik, it's time to end this riddle. You came here with this thing. It seems that your father has finally noticed what we are doing. But I am very curious as to why he let his son
Are you in danger? Now that you have mastered this thing, why do you guys come again?"
"Father naturally has his arrangements."
Rurik said calmly, but underneath his appearance he was extremely surprised, not because the master in front of him recognized him, but because his father was actually related to the matter they accidentally decided to investigate?
"Forget it, no matter what the kid's idea was, he was really stupid to send his three sons to me. Guys, catch these three, don't kill them!"
Following Master Grisha's order, Volorida first knocked over the brazier filled with charcoal fire, and ashes spread everywhere for a while, captivating the eyes of those people, and then there was a scream.
The three Ruriks drew their swords, and then they killed the people in front of them like chopping melons and vegetables. Grisha's expression changed slightly when he saw this, but he did not panic too much because there were many of them.
But that slim hope soon came to naught, because the sound of fighting came from the front hall, indicating that Rostislav was rushing here. To make matters worse, a hole was directly broken in the nearby wall.
The three Ruriks were surprised to find that the one who took the lead to rush out of the hole was Domnar. Wasn't that the captain of his father's soldiers? And beside him were naturally his father's soldiers, who were fully armed.
Fierce and evil.
Facing the three Ruriks, Grisha's apprentices and employees could still maintain their courage, but facing Rostislav's soldiers, they had only one option, and that was to escape, and the faster they could escape, the better.
Grisha's people immediately collapsed. They had no courage to fight against Rostislav's men. A few of them who were not afraid of death were quickly cut down. The soldiers who attacked the house also came to the courtyard. The situation was already obvious.
"Is this still the case after all? Damn it."
Grisha passed a short knife from a fleeing apprentice. He looked at the knife, hesitated for a while, and finally wiped his neck with it.
The situation in the workshop was quickly controlled by Domnar and others, and the three Ruriks stepped aside at this time. Their faces were full of surprise. They did not expect that they would interfere in their father's affairs.
"You three, the Grand Duke invites you to Vladimir Palace."
Domhnall, who had some blood on his body, walked up to the three of them and said respectfully. Behind him, the soldiers were busy herding people together and controlling various parts of the workshop. As for Rurik and the others,
Those who came were immediately kicked out by them.
"It seems we can't refuse. Let's see what father says about this mess."
Rurik said to the two brothers, and everyone agreed.