Rise of Rurik

　　 "You...you...you've been..." Veria turned his head abruptly and grabbed Rurik's thin shoulders with both hands. "Could it be that Valhalla gave you the knowledge?"

　　 Obviously, Rurik felt that Villa was strongly stimulated.

　　 How should I answer? Because he already has the title of "Odin's Blessing", a set of military physical boxing has really played his own prestige in the children's fighting game.

　　 For several years, the priests and their father Otto have spared no effort to hype that Ric is a unique identity.

　　The vast number of people, their independent thinking will have not yet sprouted, they are indeed so-called ignorant people, and they naturally believe in the rumors of the gods.

　　 And this rumor, isn't it the Priest Veria who spread it himself?

　　 Suddenly, Rurik suddenly felt a strong black humor.

　　Perhaps, Veria is indeed in order to consolidate his position, and to further stimulate the more and more popular leader of the tribe, Otto, deliberately praised his son.

　　 Furthermore, children do have a different side.

　　 There is a saying that a lie will become true if you tell it too much, and even the creator of the lie is convinced.

　　 This is the current state of Veria.

Rurik immediately replied in the affirmative: "This is my destiny! I didn't know why I knew a lot of knowledge at first, but I knew it very well. Maybe I was an ancient scholar and an excellent craftsman. , I know Rome, I know that it was a great existence a long time ago. Maybe my soul entered Valhalla. For some reason, Odin ordered me to return to the world."

　　 "You... are you an apostle?" When speaking, Vella was already shaking unconsciously.

　　Lurik has clearly felt that his original awkward rhetoric is to make Veria convinced. In this way, the problem suddenly became simple.

　　 It is because the people of ancient times had an extremely narrow vision and an extreme lack of knowledge. They believed very much in the words of the priest, and the words that seemed absurd in later generations were also regarded as truth by people in this time and space.

　　 The point is that the priest himself is determined and pious for his beliefs.

"Yes, I should be an apostle. Valhalla did not clearly explain my mission. They only gave hints, but I already understand my mission. They are people who love our Ross tribe. They like the warriors among our people. Valhalla has reserved a lot of seats for the warriors. I believe that my mission is to lead our people to prosperity, so that Valhalla can wait for more warriors and win victory in the twilight of the gods."

　　 Is this something a seven-year-old child can say? Obviously not!

　　Villa herself never believed that a child's immature voice could easily say such awe-inspiring words.

　　 He must have accepted some kind of sacred power, he is a man of miracles!

　　 For a moment, Vilia thought of a lot of things, and tears were gushing from her old eyes.

　　 "Grandma priest, are you sad?" Ruriek asked kindly.

"No." Veria wiped a tear and stood up slowly on crutches, "Ruriek, my child. You are the man of miracles, our protector, and the leader of the future. You are from Val. Hala’s apostle, who had lost his goal, now you have grown up a little bit and you have fully understood your mission. You will inevitably become our leader. This is your destiny. But..."

Vilia tremblingly ordered: "Come with me now, child. Maybe, that treasure that has been in dust for decades, only you are its true guardian. Maybe everything is destiny, more than 30 years ago I received generous gifts from the Romans in black, and the long wait was for this moment."

　　Villa mumbled obscure words, and Rurik heard it very vaguely. He understood it more clearly that Veria wanted to hand over the treasure she had cherished for many years to her own inheritance.

　　 baby? Roman's baby. For a moment, Rurik was full of curiosity. The sky was going to be dark, so I hurried home to look for my mother? Not necessary for the time being.

　　 In order to avoid family worries, Rurik, who was behind Vilia, still mumbled: "I am a little worried about my mother, I should have gone back immediately."

"Oh! Don't worry." Veria immediately ordered a lower priest to report, and then continued to mumble: "You will go back safely. Before that, you must see the treasure. When I leave forever, it will be yours. inherit."

　　 "I...I will."

　　 Leurik opened his mouth and came, but he couldn't think of any treasure that could make Veria say such serious things.

　　Gold? Or silver? Probably not these vulgar things. If good things cannot be exchanged, the greatest value of gold and silver is probably to decorate the beauty of women, and men like some tribal family with sufficient wealth, drill holes in their teeth and frantically decorate it with gold.

　　 The dark room is illuminated by oil lamps, and a large number of wooden boards are laid flat on a cabinet made of wooden boards.

　　Rick was familiar with what were carved on those wooden boards, and soon, because he had learned how to use the Rune alphabet, he would remember all the knowledge stored in the room.

　　 may indeed be the case.

　　Lurik knows that a wood block can record less information than an A4 sheet.

　　 Now he is more interested in the wooden box that Veria pulled out by himself.

　　 "Priest, what is this?"

　　 "Please call me grandma, my child." Vilia wiped the sweat from his forehead, and it was really not easy to pull a wooden box from the pile of debris.

　　 "Good grandma, what's in it?"

　　 "ROMAbok."

　　Villa just simply answered the "Book of Rome".

　　 In Old Norse, "bok" means "the carrier of a large number of words."

　　 Lurik listened to novelty, what does "Romans" mean?

　　 He tucked his head off and watched the squatting Vilia trying to open the rusty lock with a rusty key. After a lot of effort, the lock still couldn't be opened.

　　 "Oops, I haven't opened the lock for many years, and it seems that the lock is not working."

　　 "Then smash it?" Rurik asked tentatively.

　　 "Yes. But my child, if I do, you must give me a guarantee."

　　 "Huh? What guarantee."

"There is a precious book in the box, which records very advanced knowledge, maybe you can understand it and master it. It is very precious, once opened it will not be well preserved. You must promise me, You will be the protector of the book and always protect it."

　　Lurik didn't think much about it, but still said straightforwardly: "I will."

"Your answer is a bit perfunctory..." Veria turned his old face and said solemnly: "I don't have the ability to understand all of its content, but I can be sure that through this book, you can learn a lot about the Romans. . You want to be a great leader, we want to make greater deals with the Romans, and you must protect this book. Now tell me your answer."

　　 "Ah, I will protect him as I want to protect my family. In the future, I will order my children and grandchildren to continue to protect it."

Rurik’s seemingly empty words made Villa very happy. After all, her life is not much. Almost everyone in the tribe is dismissive of knowledge. Only she has spent half a lifetime protecting the "Roman Man in Black" as a gift. Of a book.

　　 She believes that Rurik's words are the truth of the child, because they are worthy of belief.

　　Villa found a small hammer and forcibly smashed the black rusted brass lock.

　　 It is actually a brass lock! Through the bright yellow color of the cross section of the lock, Rurik can draw multiple conclusions.

　　 At this moment, Villa's mood is a bit complicated.

　　 She held the lid of the box, her heart beating faster.

　　 "I hope the book is intact and not decayed."

　　 "Don't worry, grandma." Rurik said casually: "The copper has turned black, which means that it is very dry and no books will be damaged. If water gets in, the lock will turn green."

　　 "Huh? Strange explanation."

　　Lurik didn't want to talk about the black rust of copper oxide, he urged: "Open it quickly."

　　Villa did not hesitate any more, the lid was opened, and a book made of all-body sheepskin that was well bound was displayed in front of Rurik.

　　 "This is the book, my child, from now on, it is yours."

　　 When Veria, her gaze turned slightly to Rurik, and she saw the child's surprised eyes.

　　 Because Rurik recognized the leather cover of the book, the words formed by the Roman letters marked on it, Rurik never dreamed that he knew it.

　　 This book clearly marked "EXODUS". From these letters alone, he was very clear that this book recorded Moses leading the tribe to leave Egypt and return to Canaan.

　　The cover and pages of the book are mainly made of sheepskin. Naturally, there are not many words that can be recorded on these materials. This book is only a small part of the entire scriptures, and only this part of it actually lives in Scandinavia in the far north, which is really intriguing.

　　Lurik asked suddenly: "Grandma, as you briefly explained, did you really get it from the mysterious man in black?"

　　 "Yes~www.readwn.com~ I hope you understand the above knowledge because I didn't understand it."

　　 "Ah! That's it..." Rurik muttered silently: "I think, I already know it completely."

　　Lurik used his brain to think about it. I am afraid that the people in black in Veria's mouth are the so-called missionaries of Eastern Rome, and they hope that all the barbarians in the north will become new lambs.

　　 Exodus itself is a history book, and it is also an ode to Moses and the people who dare to travel long distances without fear of hardships for their pious beliefs.

　　Those people in black, they walked from the warm and comfortable Constantinople all the way to the extreme cold north, hoping that those Vikings who are good at fighting and trading abandon their Odin worship and become one of them.

　　 Maybe they are themselves the new Moses.

　　 Obviously, the Ross tribe at that time dismissed it, and the plan of the men in black fell through. If it hadn't been for Veria to move compassion, he would not accept this book.

　　Those people in black are probably all turned into dust, but this book is perfectly preserved by people who are considered to be old.

　　Think about it, if this is the case, everything is truly a legend.

　　If everything is destiny, the new nation formed by the fusion of Slavs and Rus will eventually become the new Rome in charge of the Double Eagle Banner.

　　 If this book has been preserved until a thousand years later, it will become a sacred object with great cultural significance! It is also the treasure of Rose's town.

　　 Thinking of this level, Rurik flipped through it and felt the softness of the parchment. He also concluded that the words were all hand-written. He knew nothing about the content of ancient Latin, and he really only counted the famous book titles.

　　 He is thinking in his heart that this book bound with parchment really needs to be properly protected.