The people of the tribe believed the priest's prophecy the most, and they also believed the words of the wise man Vilia the most.
The anxiety of the onlookers was instantly eliminated, and then the negative emotions of the entire tribe would also disappear.
The people began to disperse, and only Niya and Rurik were left behind by the priest Vilya.
"Great priest, do you have important instructions?" Niya has always admired Wei Liya in her heart, and was even a little afraid.
"Your son, Rurik, is a person blessed by Odin." Vilia thought for a moment and had an idea, "Actually, you can leave. Your son will stay with me today."
"Are they some instructions?"
Vilya said casually: "Odin gave me more revelations about Rurik, and I want to explain some things to him face to face. I thought about it again, maybe it would be better for you not to listen to these words."
At this moment, Rurik was a little confused. He looked at the elderly Granny Welia and felt that this old man had a kind face and was worthy of getting close to.
He asked his mother how she was doing now.
Niya stroked her son's shoulder and looked at Vilia: "Okay, I'll hand him over to you." Then he bent down: "The priest wants to say something to you. That's what Valhalla has given you. Don't you?" You can refuse, you know?”
"Yeah...I understand." Rurik nodded, thinking in his mind that it was probably the simple old Granny Vilia who had something to say, and it was not suitable for outsiders to know.
Rurik cautiously entered the priest's residence following Vilia. Today was also his first time here.
"Child, don't be nervous, just follow me." Vilia instructed.
Rurik hummed. He opened his eyes wide and looked left and right, curiously observing everything he saw.
Vilia leaned on crutches and slowly turned into a small room in the chief priest's house.
It was a dark room. When Villa walked in, an inexplicable sense of fear immediately took over Rurik's body.
After all, until now, he still doesn't know what this old grandma Vilia is going to do.
"Don't be afraid." Villa asked kindly, and then she lit the oil lamp in the room.
Rurik asked cautiously: "Dear priest, this is..."
"You can call me grandma, my child." Vilia waved, and Rurik walked in obediently.
There are some wooden counters on display in the room, with some wooden boards neatly placed on them, and there are even obvious scrolls.
Thinking with his toes, Rurik also knew that these must be some bookshelves.
Those wooden boards and scrolls must be the treasured books of the tribe. Thinking of this, Rurik suddenly became full of curiosity.
Could it be that the Vikings, who are known as brutal bandits on the sea, still have their own book? !
Vilia slowly turned around, and the exaggerated wrinkles on her face, illuminated by the dim oil lamp, enhanced her comforting kindness.
"Rurik, my child, do you know where this place is?"
"It's... it's a mysterious place. I saw those wooden boards, and the carvings on them must be words, recording some stories."
Hearing these words, Vilia was really excited.
For decades, only one child in the entire tribe could tell that they were books.
Vilia tried hard to suppress the excitement in her heart, and her squinted eyes suddenly opened at this moment.
"Rurik, let me tell you, these wooden boards are all books. What is a book? Use words to record a large number of things that happened in the past. Carve them on wooden boards or write them on sheepskin. It is a book."
At this moment, Rurik understood the word for "book" in Old Norse, and the big concept was "bokk".
After all, the Danes and Norwegians who invaded Britain all spoke Old Norse, and a large number of words in them have basically similar pronunciations. Therefore, a large number of Norse words entered directly into Old English, ultimately influencing the language thousands of years later.
"But grandma, you brought me here, do you hope that I can learn the contents of the book?"
"Of course! Of course it is..." At this moment, Vilia couldn't help but express her excitement. For the time being, she breathed a sigh of relief and said straightforwardly: "Child, I have a dream."
"Your dream? Is it about me? Is it that you want me to become the leader?"
Facing a rare teachable boy, Villa approached Rurik and stroked his immature head with his old hands.
"My dear, you will indeed become the new leader in many years. I hope that you will become a wise leader."
"Like my father Otto?"
"No!" Vilia shook his head, "He is just smarter than ordinary people in the tribe, and you are far better than your father. You have the potential in this area. In order to make it a reality, I think you must make this a reality." Learn everything in the room."
With the old hand still on his forehead, Rurik raised his head slightly and looked at the old grandmother with wide eyes.
"Grandma, I am willing to learn this knowledge. This is not just to satisfy your wishes. I think since I want to be the future leader, I must know more."
"You!" Rurik's level of consciousness was completely beyond Vilia's imagination.
She forced herself to calm down and continued: "You really need to know this knowledge. Your father knows some of it, and maybe you will be happy to know all of it."
"I will. But what exactly is this knowledge?"
"Sit down first and I'll tell you slowly."
It has been many years since Rurik was a rare visitor to this "library" that houses all the intellectual heritage of the Rus tribe.
Rurik pretended to be obedient and sat on a pair of animal skins, listening to Vilia's explanation.
Rurik was not too surprised by the results of her story. The boards and scrolls here are mainly filled with the past of the Ross tribe, that is, their own history.
They are the Ross tribe! It will become a great group one day, and Rurik is the pioneer of this change.
The torrent of history is upon him, and Rurik is willing to follow the development of this context.
Now he never thought that the Ross tribe actually recorded its own history. If these wooden scrolls were lost, everything about the Rus tribe before they settled in Novgorod would have been a mystery!
"Now that you understand what is recorded on the board, you should remember it because your father remembered part of it. Do you have any reason to remember it all?"
Rurik nodded obediently: "I understand."
"No..." Villa shook his head, "Child, you need to know more. Your father can convince the crowd and become a leader. Why can he convince the crowd? It's all because he has mastered a lot of knowledge and he can explain the mystery. Din’s will.”
Having said this, Vilya calmed down and asked seriously: "Rurik, do you completely believe in the existence of Valhalla and Bodhisattva?"
"This..." Rurik was a little confused. Originally, he didn't believe in these myths. Taking into account the feelings of priest Vilia, he finally nodded: "I believe it. Just like when I was born, you told the people that I was Those whom Odin blessed.”
Vilia laughed lowly for a while and then said: "That is my plan, my child."
"Ah! So, actually I'm not?" Rurik deliberately pretended to be surprised.
"No! Now it seems that my judgment was correct. You are indeed the one blessed by Audi. But there are some things you need to understand. You have seen what happened just now. I took out the ruby and signaled to everyone that they would come back safely. Actually, I'm not entirely sure about this. I'm sorry, my son. I can't judge your father's situation."
Rurik found it very strange that Vilya spoke like this. It's not because she can't perform divination correctly, it's also impossible for her to do such supernatural things. She was a person with a long life and was respected in this ignorant era.
The only thing that surprised Rurik was that Vilya himself admitted that the divination was invalid.
"So, what's going on with my father..." Rurik asked pretending to be surprised.
"I'm sorry, my son. We are all mortals. Odin will not answer prayers just because of a few fish. Odin will only send Valkyries to search for warriors, and Valhalla will not grant us just because of trivial matters. Revelation. Only on some special events, I can get revelations from Valhalla, such as your identity, you are indeed blessed."
Vilya's words were so breathtaking that Rurik could not imagine that she could explain it this way.
Rurik asked quickly: "Then my father and the others..."
"Don't worry." Vilia stroked Rurik's head again and comforted: "They must have brought too much wealth, which delayed their return. In my long life, there have been many voyages. It took more than forty days. Those women were too young and just waited a little longer, thinking that their husbands would never come back. In fact, it was just the opposite. They would bring back huge wealth."
"I hope it's all true," Rurik muttered.
"This is true. You deserve to be believed. Son, I know what you have been doing during this time. It is obvious that you already have a certain appeal, and you have incredible ideas to train those children, which is good."
"Ah! Do you support it?"
"Of course, you can continue to train them, and you also have to come to me to learn the knowledge on the board. You are very young now, and you have a lot of time to spend on learning instead of wasting on fighting games. If you think you can, we will now Just start. I am willing to teach you. Child, you should be able to understand that my time is running out, and you must become the new wise man of the tribe as soon as possible."
At this moment, Rurik showed no resistance at all.
The priest's longhouse is very warm, and secondly he himself is full of good feelings about the tribe's past.
The old Vilia gained strength from this boy with a golden ponytail. She eagerly brought a few pairs of wooden boards and placed them in front of Rurik.
With just one glance, Rurik was completely dumbfounded.
Why? I saw dense symbols engraved on it, and they were carved very neatly. Rurik also knew that this was the rune script that the priests were particularly proficient in. They used rune script to record the tribe's own history, and Rurik couldn't understand it at all.
They are like heavenly books, but rune script is also a pinyin script, which determines that its information content is limited.
Even though there are a lot of boards here, the amount of information is not that much.
Rurik stared at the board and frowned: "Grandma, I can't understand."
Vilia smiled knowingly: "It's just temporary. I will teach you how to use letters in the next few days. You are a rare smart child. You are likely to learn it in a few days. A month at the latest is enough. Dark Night In the next winter, you can no longer lead those children to train, and you can't waste your time, just come to me to study. After the new winter, you will be able to understand the contents of all the wooden boards and scrolls."
