king of ros

Chapter 215 Grease Dispute
"Okay, tell me what's going on?"

Not long after, at the scene of the brawl just now, Rostislav sat on a table made of wooden boxes and said impatiently while looking at the two groups of people in front of him.

Behind Rostislav stood a line of armored warriors. They were the personal soldiers who came after learning of the brawl in the Ross merchant camp. Rostislav immediately asked them to act as guards of honor for himself, the "judge".

The native Magyar judge also stood beside the prince, in order to respond to the inquiries of the Rus at all times, and behind him were several city militiamen.

Under normal circumstances, he should preside over the trial on behalf of the Kingdom of Hungary, but since there is a prince of Ross here who wants to deal with this shit, he should let it go.

The officials of Fekhshwar have recently been troubled by these huge foreigners. This kind of thing should be pushed out as soon as possible, so as not to come back to them in the end if there is a problem.

As for the two distinct groups of people in front of Rostislav, the first wave is naturally the Ross merchants who followed the Ross army—these merchants basically have the background of the Ross princes.

Most of them were wearing overcoats, but now the overcoats were dirty, after all, they had been beaten so hard just now, and the ground was full of sewage, but there were also some Magyars among the Rus.

On the other side, of course, were the people who fought with them. They were basically a group of Magyars. Most of them were dressed in simple clothes, and some were wrapped in furs, looking like nomads.

The two groups kept staring at each other with hatred, three people were killed in the fight just now, and nearly ten people were injured, and all of them had a lot of bruises, which was enough to make the anger between them rise to a higher level.

Some people may ask why Rostislav, who obviously participated in the fight, can make a gesture of judging the case here.

The reason is simple. He is the Prince of Ross, and the onlookers saw that Rostislav went up and knocked everyone down just now, without showing any bias.

Then he waited until the overthrown people woke up, so he could naturally settle the case so fairly.

And then, at the behest of the Prince of Moscow, both sides began to tell what happened from their perspective.

And in this description, Rostislav knew why they fought.

This is actually a simple matter. Some Ross merchants ordered a batch of oil from a Magyar tribe and planned to return to Kyiv to sell it.

The Russians talked for a long time about this business, and it took a lot of time to talk about it.

Originally, they thought it was over. After all, the two parties had already negotiated the business, and the Ross people also sent a deposit in the form of a gift, but they didn't expect that something went wrong the next day.

The next day they were told that the Magyar tribe did not do this business, which made the Ross merchants very confused. How could they go back on things that had been agreed upon.

So the Magyar tribe pushed out the person who had negotiated with the Ross people. The man used to be the chief of the tribe and a Christian, but now he seemed to be held hostage.

This made the Ross people wonder if there was something wrong with them internally, but the Ross people quickly put aside their doubts. After all, it was not something they should be in charge of, and continued to talk about business.

The Ross businessman very much hoped to complete the order, which was negotiated with so much effort, but the opposite party's refusal attitude was very firm.

And most importantly, they are unwilling to return the deposit given as a gift. In their words, this is a gift, not a transaction.

This makes Ross very angry, how can they bear their money being swallowed like this.

Then the conversation between the two parties became more and more explosive, and the words were not inferior to each other, so they directly raised their hands.

At first, only a few people were fighting, but then the two sides continued to pull people, and finally the whole camp fought until Rostislav arrived.

"Well, well, I generally know the situation, so I can do what I want to do next, and I will pay the life money. If I can't pay the life money, I have to take someone out to pay for it. As for the deposit or something, the Magyars will pay Just return the deposit.”

Rostislav's handling method is also very in line with the times, that is, to use money to buy human life, and if you can't buy it, you will naturally have to pay for it.

Fortunately, both parties are rich, and the life payment is nothing, and the deposit Magyars are also very straightforward. Originally, they just planned to blackmail a sum, but they didn't expect to have a big fight with these Ross people directly. scale brawl.

They don't want to see such a big disturbance, after all, they don't want to attract too much attention.

After solving the biggest cause of the fight, and exchanging life money between the two parties, the atmosphere on the scene immediately eased up. Isn't everyone fighting for money? Naturally, everything is not a problem when the money is in place.

Their leaders are becoming more and more harmonious, and this group of people is deeply acquainted with the way of talking nonsense to others, so harmonious that it doesn't look like this group of people had a fight before.

The people below are still hating each other, waiting for when to fight again, but the leaders have reconciled, how can they fight again.

This also dissipated the disappointment of the crowd. To be honest, there were a lot of fights and fights. The only thing that attracted the crowd was the scale. They thought they could see another fight, but it turned out to be like this.

And Rostislav stopped those Magyars—he could speak some Magyar, but he could only communicate in general—and asked them why they violated the contract and tore up the order.

But then their reaction made Rostislav amused. These people actually faltered and faltered, their eyes dodging, and the air of accusing the Ross people disappeared immediately.

"My lord, we have found a more suitable businessman, and they are willing to pay a better price. As for reneging on debts, it is just the greedy young people in the clan. Please don't worry about it."

In the end, an old man with a cross on his chest came out to speak, and the tribesmen echoed his words as if they had found a straw.

This old man, Rostislav, had the impression that he had stated what happened in front of him before, but he looked like he was being hijacked. Even when he stepped forward to explain to the prince, there were two people standing too close to him. Young man, it was as if he was being supervised.

Rostislav was puzzled by the performance of these Magyars. It was a normal business practice to tear up the agreement and find its home, but why were these tribesmen so nervous?
And just when the prince was thinking, the old man suddenly took the prince's hand and put a beautifully crafted emblem in his hand.

"This is a small gift, not worth mentioning."

The man thrust the thing into Rostislav's hands in this way, winked at Rostislav, and walked away surrounded by the tribesmen.

Rostislav was a little at a loss and could only look at the emblem in his hand. It was a combination of lightning and wings. It was a very low-quality and common amulet. In his impression, it seemed to be the emblem of a Hungarian pagan god...

Wait, why would a Christian send something like this?

Rostislav discovered the problem, and then his pagan sensitivity led him to think of something else.

What are they going to trade?Yes, it's grease!This thing is a good kindling thing!This could not help but make Rostislav sensitive.

It was just that Rostislav was going to catch up with the old man to ask, what was going on, and whether what the old man meant was what he thought.

But they found that the old man had entered the crowd and disappeared, and when Rostislav was about to search further, a soldier suddenly stopped him.

"Lord Rostislav, your uncles want you to go back. His Majesty Solomon and his mother will arrive tomorrow, and we must start preparations."

"Why at this time? Forget it, I'll go back."

Seeing this, the prince can only let go of the current matter, after all, that is the most important thing, and they are so far away from Ross for this reason, and they can't let go of the basics.

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(End of this chapter)