"You...you...you have been...from the beginning..." Vilia turned her head suddenly and grabbed Rurik's thin shoulders with both hands. "Could it be that this is also the knowledge given to you by Valhalla?"
It was clear that Rurik felt Vilya was strongly stimulated.
How to answer? Since he already has the title of "Odin's Blessing", a set of martial arts fists really shows his prestige in children's fighting games.
For several years, the priests and their father Otto have spared no effort to promote Rurik's unique identity.
The majority of the tribesmen have not yet developed their will to think independently. They are indeed so-called ignorant people, and they naturally believe in the rumors of gods and gods.
And wasn’t this rumor spread by Priest Vilia himself from the beginning?
Suddenly, Rurik felt a strong sense of black humor.
Perhaps, Villa did deliberately promote his son in order to consolidate his position and further attract the increasingly popular leader Otto of the tribe.
Furthermore, children do have a unique side.
It is said that if you tell a lie too often, it will become true, and even the creator of the lie will believe it.
This is the current state of Villa.
Rurik immediately responded in the affirmative: "This is my destiny! I didn't know why I knew so much knowledge at first, but I just knew it very well. Maybe I was an ancient scholar and an excellent craftsman. , I know Rome, and I know that it was a great existence long ago. Maybe my soul entered Valhalla, and for some reason, Odin ordered me to return to the world."
"You...you are an apostle?" As he spoke, Villa was already trembling unconsciously.
Rurik had clearly felt that his clumsy words had convinced Vilia. In this way, the problem suddenly becomes simpler.
It is because people in ancient times believed in the words of priests due to their extremely narrow vision and lack of knowledge. Words that may seem absurd in later generations are also regarded as truth by people in this time and space.
The key is that the priest himself is firm and devout in his faith.
"Yes, I should be an apostle. Valhalla did not clearly explain my mission. They only gave hints, but I already understood my mission. They are people who love our Ross tribe, and they like the warriors among our tribe. Valhalla has reserved many seats for warriors. I believe that my mission is to lead our people to prosperity, so that Valhalla can wait for more warriors and achieve victory in Ragnarok."
Is this what a seven-year-old child can say? Obviously not!
Wei Liya himself never believed that a child with a childish voice could easily say such righteous and awe-inspiring words.
He must have received some kind of divine power, he is a miraculous man!
In an instant, Vilia thought of many things, and her old eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Grandma Priest, are you sad?" Rurik asked kindly.
"No." Vilia wiped away her tears and stood up slowly on crutches, "Rurik, my child. You are a man of miracles, our protector, and the future leader. You are from Var The apostle of Hara who once lost his purpose, now you have grown up and fully understand your mission. You will inevitably become our leader, this is your destiny. But..."
Villa ordered tremblingly: "Come with me now, child. Maybe, you are the only true guardian of that treasure that has been sealed in dust for decades. Maybe everything is fate, more than thirty years ago I have been blessed with generous gifts from those Romans in black, and I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Vilia muttered something obscure, and Rurik heard it very vaguely. He understood clearly that Wei Liya wanted to hand over the treasure she had treasured for many years to him to inherit.
baby? The treasure of the Romans. For a moment, Rurik was filled with curiosity. It was already getting dark, so why did you hurry home to find your mother? Not necessary for now.
In order to prevent his family from worrying, Rurik, who was following Vilia, still muttered: "I'm a little worried about my mother. I should have gone back immediately."
"Oh! You don't have to worry." Villa then ordered a lower-level priest to report the news, and then continued to mutter: "You will go back safely. Before that, you must see the treasure. When I leave forever, it will also be yours." inherit."
"I...I will."
Rurik opened his mouth, but he really couldn't think of any treasure that could make Vilia say such serious words.
gold? Or silver? I'm afraid it's not these vulgar things. If it cannot be exchanged for good things, the greatest value of gold and silver is probably to decorate women's beauty, and men from some small tribes and families with enough wealth will drill holes in their own teeth and decorate them with gold crazily.
The dark room was illuminated by oil lamps, and a large number of wooden boards were laid flat on the cabinets made of wooden boards.
Rurik is very familiar with what content is carved on those wooden boards. Soon, because he has learned how to use the rune letters, he will remember all the knowledge stored in the room.
Maybe it is.
Rurik knew that a wooden tablet could not record as much information as an A4.
Now he is even more interested in the wooden box that Vilia pulled out with his own hands.
"Priest, what is this?"
"Please call me grandma, my child." Vilia wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was indeed not easy to pull out a wooden box from the pile of debris.
"Okay grandma, what's in this?"
"ROMA bok."
Villa simply answered "Book of the Romans."
In Old Norse, "bok" refers to "the carrier of a large amount of writing".
Rurik heard this with curiosity. What does "Romans" mean?
He cocked his little head and watched the crouching Vilia trying to open the rusty lock with a rusty key. After a lot of effort, the lock still couldn't be opened.
"Oops, the lock hasn't been opened in many years, and it seems the lock is no longer working."
"Then smash it open?" Rurik asked tentatively.
"Yes. But my child, if I do this, you must give me a guarantee."
"Huh? What guarantee?"
"There is a precious book in the box, which records very profound knowledge. Maybe you can understand it and master it. It is very precious, and once it is opened, it will not be well preserved. You must promise me, You will become the protector of the book and always protect it.”
Rurik didn't think much and said bluntly: "I will."
"Your answer is a bit perfunctory..." Villa turned his old face and said seriously: "I don't have the ability to understand all its contents, but I can be sure that through this book, you can learn a lot about the Romans. .You are to be the great leader we are to make a greater deal with the Romans and you must protect this book. Now tell me your answer."
"Ah, I will protect him like I want to protect my own family. In the future, I will order my descendants to continue to protect it."
Rurik's seemingly empty words made Vilia very happy. After all, her life was short, and almost everyone in the tribe disdained knowledge. Only she spent half her life protecting the gifts given by the "Roman Man in Black" of a book.
She believed Rurik's words to be the child's truth because it was worth believing.
Villa found a small hammer and smashed the rusty copper lock.
It's actually a copper lock! From the bright yellow color of the cross section of the lock, Rurik can draw multiple conclusions.
At this moment, Vilia was in a complicated mood.
She hugged the lid of the box, her heart beating rapidly.
"I hope the book is intact and not rotten."
"Don't worry, grandma." Rurik said casually: "The copper has turned black, which means it is very dry here and no books will be damaged. If water gets in, the lock will turn green."
"Huh? Strange explanation."
Rurik didn't want to talk about the black rust of oxidized copper. He urged: "Open it quickly."
Villa didn't hesitate anymore. The cover was opened, and a well-bound book made of whole-body sheepskin was displayed in front of Rurik.
"This is the book, my child, and it is yours from now on."
When Verya turned her eyes slightly to Rurik, she saw the child's shocked eyes.
Because Rurik recognized the leather cover of the book, and the words made up of Roman letters marked on it, Rurik never thought that he actually knew it.
This book was clearly marked "EXODUS". From these few letters alone, he knew very clearly that this book recorded the story of Moses leading his people out of Egypt and back to Canaan.
The book cover and pages are mainly made of sheepskin, so naturally not many words can be recorded on these materials. This book is only a small part of the entire scripture, and it is really intriguing that only this part ended up in Scandinavia in the far north.
Rurik suddenly asked: "Grandma, as you briefly explained, did you really get it from the mysterious man in black?"
"Yes. I wish you knew the above because I don't."
"Ah! That's it..." Rurik muttered silently: "I think I already know it completely."
Rurik thought about it, and he was afraid that the men in black mentioned by Villa were the so-called Eastern Roman missionaries. They wanted all the barbarians in the north to become the new lambs.
The book of Exodus itself is a history book, and it is also an ode to Moses and his people who dared to travel long distances despite the hardships for their devout faith.
Those men in black traveled from the warm and comfortable Constantinople to the extremely cold north, hoping that the Vikings who were good at fighting and trading would give up their worship of Odin and become one of them.
Maybe they themselves are the new Moses.
It was obvious that the Ross tribe at that time was dismissive of this, and the plan of the man in black failed. If Villa had not been moved by compassion, he would not have accepted the book.
Those men in black have probably turned into dust, but this book has been perfectly preserved by this old man until now.
Think about it, if this is true, everything is really a legend.
If everything is fate, the new nation formed by the fusion of Slavs and Rus will eventually become the new Rome in charge of the double eagle flag.
If this book had been preserved for a thousand years, it would have become a sacred object of great cultural significance! It is also a national treasure of Ross.
Thinking of this aspect, Rurik flipped through it casually, feeling the softness of the parchment, and came to the conclusion that the text was all handwritten. He knew nothing about the content of ancient Latin, and he really only counted the famous book titles.
He was making some calculations in his mind that this book bound with parchment should indeed be properly protected.
