Rise of Rurik

Compared to these three pieces of glassware, Bona felt that what she had was much worse. How did Rurik and Kravassen make such beautiful glassware? Bona didn't know and didn't want to understand. She only sighed that Rurik set a thousand silver coins for it, which really can't be said to be expensive. They are truly rare treasures.

"Have you read it all?!" Rurik pretended to be displeased.

"Yes. You go and present it to the high priest, I think she will be happy." Having said that, Bona's possessiveness was hard to hide.

Rurik stopped talking: "You go and get the money ready. When I come out of Villa's room, I will see a hundred pounds of silver." After that, Rurik shook his neck: "Rumi Ya, come with me."

Bona was taken aback: "What, your servant will follow you..."

Rurik rolled her eyes at her: "My servant is like my third arm. Rumia, my loyal servant! Follow me!"

Rurik deliberately intended to utter the phrase "loyal servant" and was beating Bona.

At this time, because of the noise in the hall, Villa had already sat up from the thick leather cushion of the couch. She heard Rurik's childish voice, and she couldn't help but cheer up.

She is self-aware of her own body. She did get sick a while ago, but her condition did not worsen after all.

For sickness and death, Villa had to face it calmly. Some things that happened now, she also has concerns in her heart.

Rurik ordered Rumia to hold the small wooden box closely behind him.

He gently opened the leather curtain and called enthusiastically: "Grandma, it's me. I'm Rurik, and I'm here to give you a gift."

"Oh! It's you, my child." Villa coughed in excitement, trying to grab her crutches and barely stand up.

"Grandma, don't be impulsive, sit down quickly."

After Rurik helped her sit down, he also made Rumia sit down with him.

The three of them sat cross-legged, and under the dim oil lamp, Rumia opened the box.

Villa saw the treasure in the box at a glance.

"Ah! Is this the glass you speak of? It's beautiful."

"Grandma. I'm glad you've recovered. Look, this is the gift I gave you." Rurik happily held out the glass jug with a long mouth. Even if the light was dim, Veria paid attention to it. To this pot has a unique color, as if the color of amber.

"What's this called? Amber glass jug?" With his own understanding and the unique color of the jug he looked at, Villa said such a combination of words.

"It? The jug I gave you. And this." After that, Rurik showed his cup. "I gave you a pot and two cups. Of course, Bona paid for it."

"Really? The thing you gave me is really..." For a moment, Veria thought of many things, and many crystal tears dripped from her aging eyes.

Rurik saw all this clearly.

"Grandma, you're crying."

"Oh, Rurik. I'm really touched!" Veria's hands that were like dead branches held Rurik's little hands: "You got wisdom from Valhalla to make these treasures, I can enjoy it now...but I'm really too old."

Rurik kindly pulled out his right hand to help Veria dry the tears on her face.

This heart-warming move even more strongly stimulated Veria's heart that should have been aging.

Her words were also more kind: "You are like my grandson, only you are the old woman who truly and sincerely care about me."

Rurik was very happy to be praised, and he himself was indeed willing to be a good-for-nothing couple with Veria. Because, even out of psychological age, he is far smaller than this Villa.

To make such an old lady happy, Rurik consciously had some ideas.

"Grandma, I do think of you as my grandma. You seemed to be ill a few days ago, but I didn't take care of you well. It was my fault."

"Oh, my boy, you have done nothing wrong."

Rurik deliberately asked: "I heard that Bona made some medicinal soup for you, and your illness has improved a lot?"

"She? Forget it." Vilia stretched her mouth with half of her teeth and shook her head: "I made a little soup myself. Bona has not changed, she still likes money. I just can't think of it, because I have Money, she actually thinks she can replace me now."

"Grandma, are you angry?"

"Angry?" Villa sighed with tears in her eyes. "Maybe I chose the wrong person from the start. Bona was expecting me to die early, Rurik!"

In an instant, Vilia's sad and angry tone became firm, and her eyes were extremely serious. For some reason, Rurik felt a murderous aura.

"Grandma? You..."

"Rurik, and Rumia. The two of you come together."

Seeing the two children gathered in front of him, Villa said firmly and quietly: "Maybe my body can last for a year at most. Bona will be the high priest sooner or later. She is not an excellent high priest, she is not at all. Impious, she just likes money. Rurik, when you're leader, you just... you kill her."

Hearing the word "kill", Rurik suddenly trembled in shock.

Rurik's eyes widened: "Grandma, are you serious?!"

"Yes. Rurik, this is my last wish. You are going to be our leader, and you need a pious high priest, not a money-loving idiot. Bona better die early, otherwise, you... you Promise me!" Villa emphasized again: "Promise me, when you become the leader, you will get rid of her. Without her, it is very important to you."

"But! I..."

Rurik's hesitation really made Veria angry: "You can't hesitate, child. This is my last wish, and you must do it for the sake of our tribe. Not just Bona, but anyone in the tribe who opposes you, you They must be removed. Only you can bring us to prosperity, and all those who go against your will must be removed."

For a moment, Rurik fell into a kind of mental trance, he felt a huge rock pressing down on his heart, and he couldn't breathe.

"Son, Bona challenged not only my authority, but also the authority of the leader. She tried to deceive you, I am very happy, you are indeed the child blessed by Odin, you are wiser. Since Bona did that , what should you do?"

"Could it be, really get rid of her?"

"You still need to use her for the time being," Vilia continued solemnly, "but you must choose another suitable person to be the high priest who only obeys your orders. Listen, you are the child blessed by Odin, you The noblest. You don't really need a high priest at all, just because the clansmen think the tribe needs a high priest. You should know what I mean."

Rurik fully understood.

After all, isn't his current identity the "true son of heaven" to the Ross tribe! They are all "the Son of Heaven", what do they need to listen to the high priest's words? Maybe the job of the high priest is just to help the leader do something to appease people's hearts. In this case, the high priest must of course be infinitely loyal.

Because the high priest should be the tool man of the leader.

Veria's words have proved that she actually has a murderous intention for Bona. Rurik was shocked for a while at this kind and kind old man, but he actually has such a vicious side in his heart? Just vicious? Do not! It should be said that there is a very crucial decision.

Rurik nodded: "Bona is disrespectful to me, I don't like her. In any case, after I am the leader, I will not use her. So, who should I use? Like, that Parla?"

"Parla? That woman can't do it. Her heart is relatively pious, but she doesn't see a big battle." Villa not only commented on Parla, but also named and evaluated other lower-level priests one by one.

Rurik listened obediently, and couldn't help being distracted.

Co-authoring In Villa's view, the priests are all in comparison. Compared to them, Bona, who is now greedy for money and arrogant, is still the best. The rest are either cowardly or ungodly.

This can be very difficult.

Rurik asked suspiciously: "So, what should I do? Who can be the high priest?"

Villa's shriveled mouth showed a slight smile: "Who will be the high priest? Do you still need to ask me?"

"This……"

At this time, Veria suddenly grabbed Rumia's hand, which surprised the girl and Rurik as well.

She said to Rumia, "Will you always be loyal to your master?"

"Yes I am."

Rumia looked flattered, and Villa continued to ask, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

Veria stared at the deer breeder girl and said solemnly: "You must know that you should have died in the vast snow field. Your deer breeder relatives were given death by Odin, only you! Ding has spared your life. For it was Odin who made you a servant of Rurik. Remember that when you commit any act of infidelity, a thunderbolt strikes your head and you die instantly , your soul will linger forever in the underworld. I think you know what that means."

Vilia's words were obviously threats and urgings, and Rumia shivered when she heard it, and cold sweat broke out from her feet instantly.

Rumia said tremblingly, "I understand. I dare not disobey my master."

"You can't tell me. Now, bow down to your master."

Veria let go of her hand, and Rumia also faced Rurik very sensible. She was almost lying on the ground, kneeling.

Rurik looked at the humility of his servant. Do not! It must be a strong sense of fear! Rurik looked at Willia again, and asked in surprise, "Grandma? Actually, what you mean is to let her..."

"It's her."

Hearing this, Rumia was shocked. Still speaking, she closed her eyes tightly. She never thought that she had another possibility, and in the mouth of the Rus people high priest, everything was her own destiny.

Rurik asked in surprise: "But she's a deer breeder. Could such a foreigner be our high priest. Would the clansmen welcome him?"

Villa shook his head: "Do you still consider her an outsider?"

"No. I'd like to have her as family."

"You remember, she is your servant. It was Odin who gave her life, and you gave her everything she is now. Rumia should have prayed every day, praising Odin's forgiveness of her mortal fate. Only this Man, suitable to be your high priest."

"Yes!" Rurik was thrilled to hear it, he never imagined that the aged Villa would actually make such a talent recommendation.

Villa breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "My relationship with your father is an alliance, and this relationship is about to come to an end. Child, when you are the chief leader, a new era begins. You don't need to have a relationship with the priest. Keep the alliance, because you are the only one in the whole tribe who is truly blessed by Odin. Now you should also know that I am the one who was granted longevity by Odin and Rumia is the one who was spared by Odin. Except for the three of us, The rest of the tribe, even your father, are mortals.

We are all noble, but you are the most noble. For example, the cup you gave me, and those magical objects, which were given to you by Odin. You can talk directly to Odin in your sleep. Maybe you thought you were a god from Asgard, just because you forgot a lot. "

Listen to these! Rurik fully believed that Veria had fallen into a so-called myth of her own making.

Of course, Rurik felt that it was reasonable for her to say so. It's not that he declares everywhere that steel swords, soaps, and glassware are all Odinto's dreams. The high priest believed this, and it was reasonable.

Villa kicked Lumia who was still lying on her stomach: "Girl, get up."

Rumia sat up, her heart beating wildly.

"Listen! Rumia, you need to study better. From tomorrow, come to me when you come back from grazing."

"The High Priest..." Rumia was speechless.

"And you, Rurik. You two come together as usual." Veria added: "From tomorrow onwards, I will hurry up and teach your servant the prayers and the rules of the ceremony. When performing the work of the high priest, your servant Rumia must participate as a lower-level priest during key sacrificial ceremonies."

"Grandma, are you serious?" Rurik asked hastily.

"I'm serious. The longest day is coming soon, and I'm determined to let Rumia attend the ceremony."

As she spoke, Vilia saw that Rumia's expression was a little dazed. She stretched out her right hand abruptly and grabbed Rumia's neck abruptly, which really startled the girl.

"Rumia, I will ask you strictly, you have no reason to slack off. Forget your past, forget your past name, remember your new identity, and serve your master with the rest of your life. In this way, even if you have a deer breeder In the past, when you die, your soul will enter Valhalla to become the Valkyrie. And your master will eventually return to the sky and become the heroic spirit of the temple."

Rumia pursed her lips, expressing that she fully understood.

At this moment, Rumia was neither happy nor sad, she felt that everything was her own destiny.

She also knew that it had only just begun.

She realized even more that she could only rely on Rurik forever, and that infidelity and disobedience brought quick death.

Veria had nothing more to say: "Rurik, I took your gift. Remember, people's hearts change. Bona fell instantly because of a huge sum of money. Remember, When you are chief, your priests are not allowed to have more money. You must keep those servants always remembering that you gave them everything."

"Yes!" Rurik said quickly: "High priest, I will never forget your teachings."

Villa smiled slowly: "In this way, I will die without regrets. These are all my wills to you, but I will not leave immediately. When I feel that there are still some important things, I will You were called to guide you. Now you two can leave."

She is a wise elder, Rurik could hear that Veria was actually pushing herself, and as a leader, she should not be indecisive.

Ask yourself, Rurik does not deny that he still has many ideas of the so-called "Virgin Mary", which are not very in line with the values ​​​​of people in today's era.

As for now, his thinking has begun to change, and the speed of change may not be fast enough.

Rurik kowtowed three times to Veria's face. It was true that this move seemed strange to Veria, but she was clear about the obedience.

"You better leave quickly, or Bona will become suspicious."

"Okay." After saying that, Rurik pulled Rumia up.

The two returned to the hall empty-handed and saw Bona sitting in front of a wooden box full of silver coins.

"You're out at last, Rurik," said Bona. "Your gift, the high priest should be very satisfied."

"Yes. She is very happy."

"Then let's look at the money."

"Okay. All I see are silver coins. Are they really a hundred pounds?"

Bona was embarrassed: "Do you have to pick it up and try it yourself?"

Ten thousand silver coins weighed one hundred pounds, plus the weight of the box itself, the total weight must exceed forty kilograms.

Rurik really tried it, and with his own strength, he really could only push it reluctantly. After all, this body is still too young.

"What do you think? Want me to help you?" Bona asked deliberately.

"That's enough."

"Otherwise, I'll weigh it for you again, the balance is here."

"No. I trust you. No one lies in this holy high priest's house," Rurik said deliberately, looking into Bona's eyes.

"Oh, you don't have to doubt me. I dare not lie about this. I mean, do you need me to help you carry it?"

"No need." Rurik looked self-improvement: "Rumia, let's lift the box together, let's go!"

The two children barely lifted it, but even so, Rurik blushed and forced to move. Rumia's situation is similar, out of loyalty to her master, she dare not neglect.

The two staggered to carry the box to the muddy outdoors, then bent down and panted.

At this moment, Klavathon, who was already hiding in the deer pens where the reindeer were kept, was bored and fed the deer with the grass that had been cut and reserved, jumped out hastily and happily approached the heavy box, and was exhausted by the two children again. startled.

"And those priests aren't helping you? That's a hundred pounds of silver! It's too heavy."

"Those women are unreliable, Clavasson. They're a bunch of money-hungry philistines, not religious at all." Rurik gasped, his words full of criticism.

"Oh? That's what you said about them."

"Come on. Clavason, I still need you to help me carry things until I get strong. We'll go back to your smithy, you know."

Cravatson laughed out loud: "Haha, share the money? Good! You and I share the hundred pounds of silver equally!"

"Go back... go back and we'll count again." Rurik stood up straight in front of him, "Make sure it's a hundred pounds of silver."