After receiving Rurik's order, Klavason returned home and immediately filled the stove with charcoal.
He had decided that he would not rest until he had twenty glasses out and heat-treated.
The sound of forging in the blacksmith shop disappeared, replaced by the faint sound of wind.
Klavasen asked his sleeping wife to help him operate the air bag blower, while he paid attention to the molten material in the crucible.
The night did not disturb his work at all. After the pressed cup was plasticized, he used tongs to take it out of the mold and set it aside to dry. All twenty cups have been made, and even if there are still raw materials left, Klavasen will not continue making them.
All the unburned coals in the furnace were dumped at the door, and Klavasen added some more firewood. He made a smoldering charcoal fire and put all the new lead glass into it. All that was left was to wait. Klavasen sat outdoors with his elderly wife, talking about his son's marriage, the money he could earn in the future, and many more...
Roseburg seemed to have finally fallen into silence, but this was not the case.
The triumphant heroes were praised by their families, and because the penny gathering was tomorrow, many people were so excited that they couldn't sleep at all.
Those who couldn't sleep were the priests and Harold Johnson who counted the coins himself.
Every time the Sorong fleet returns, it takes time to prepare for the reasonable distribution of supplies, and counting the supplies is the top priority.
Harold Johnson's inner excitement overcame his sleepiness, and he was unexpectedly surprised by the large number of coins he counted.
"One hundred and thirty thousand silver coins, one thousand gold coins! So much money!" He knelt down directly in the long priest's house. There were boxes piled around him, which were full of gold and silver, as well as another pile of worthless copper coins.
In fact, the so-called quiet night was very short-lived. When Klavasen pulled out the heat-treated glass from the burned ashes, Harold Zuosen really completed the counting of the spoils.
We are getting closer and closer to that "nightless night", that day is the summer solstice.
In Roseburg, the nights are getting shorter every day.
The fishermen who followed the sunrise rowed their boats to the sea shortly after the sun rose. A few boats that fished at night also returned victoriously.
The people of Roseburg began a day that seemed ordinary but actually exciting.
After closing the stalls at the fish market in the morning, the young people who participated in the war flocked to the priest's longhouse, waiting to receive their money.
Many of them forgot about their fatigue and stayed up all night at the thought of holding on to the huge wealth.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and the same was true of Harold Johnson, who had finished counting.
The air outside was cool and fresh, and Harozolson, who had been looking for a rest for a long time, heard the noise outside. He walked out of the longhouse of the priests and wanted to take a deep breath, when he saw his subordinates arriving one after another.
He stretched out his hands like the leader Otto and said, "Brothers, don't make any noise here at the priest's house. Keep quiet, and we will start sharing the money soon!"
When Harold Johnson said this, everyone became even more noisy.
After all, this guy is not the real leader, so why listen to his instructions seriously. Getting money is the last word.
"After all, I'm not the leader." Haro Zuosen shrugged, went back into the longhouse, and met Priest Bona who was just taking a nap.
"Priest, the money delivered to you is right there. There are two big boxes in total, 30,000 silver coins, a small amount of gold coins, and some gemstones and jewelry. I will distribute the remaining money immediately. Do you have any objections?"
How could Pona have any objections? The thought of her huge wealth made her smile from ear to ear.
She tried to calm down and said: "We are very satisfied with your gift. Next, we will distribute the trophies to the warriors. We should participate in this matter."
"This...maybe I don't need to trouble you."
"No." Poona waved her hands to object, "The high priest is old, and I am now responsible for many rituals. I will assume the new position of high priest, and now I feel that we should personally distribute the money to every warrior. In hand."
"Is it really necessary?" Harold Johnson asked inexplicably.
"It's very necessary." Poona put her hands on her waist and said as if it was natural: "Don't forget who prayed for your victory. It's ours! For such a great victory, we also want to thank God for his grace."
Harold Johnson was right to think about it. He couldn't help but yawned to prove his fatigue, so he compromised with the priests and even told them how to distribute the coins.
Is it really necessary for the priests to distribute money?
Pooh! But Bona had never seen so much gold and silver, and she could not wait to hold every silver coin in her hands. Even though the priests now have a public wealth of more than 30,000 silver coins.
What a huge fortune! Its ownership belonged to the entire priesthood, and specifically, the use of the wealth was in the hands of the high priest.
How many more years can Villa live? Bona felt that the old man only had two or three years to live, or even more pessimistically, he might die in the next winter.
By then, she, Bona, would officially take over, and a new era would begin.
Even though she hasn't succeeded yet, Bo Na's mentality has changed dramatically overnight.
Not only has her mentality changed, but the work she was supposed to continue to do today has also been suspended. Why? The purpose of boiling oil and making soap is to make money, but now that the priest controls 30,000 silver coins, why do he still work? It is enough for everyone as long as they enjoy their life with dignity and preside over the ceremony during festivals.
Bona can't wait to show her presence to the victorious warriors!
She called to the lower-level priests who had already obeyed her orders: "Let's help them carry the boxes. We will distribute the money to the warriors! In the name of Valhalla!"
Bona deliberately said some high-class words to highlight her identity, but this time, her self-confidence was so high that she actually took away the antlered helmet worthy of a real high priest.
In the chief priest's house, she held the antlered helmet that had been passed down for countless generations in her hands and muttered triumphantly: "Now, you finally belong to me. The high priest, Bona, is someone who even the leader must respect. .”
After muttering, she put the helmet on her head, as if she had replaced Vilia.
Seeing this, a lower-level priest who still had rationality and principles in his mind hurried over and said cautiously: "Bona, is it too early for you to do this? Our high priest..."
"Is there a problem? It's just a little early! Parla, you can call me high priest now."
"No...it's too early." The young priestess Parla shook her head.
"Are you questioning me?"
"You..." Palla saw the threat in Pona's eyes. She was indeed very disgusted with Pona's transgression this morning. Considering that Pona's succession was certain, Palla had no choice but to lower her head and whisper in a low voice. He called out: "Yes, high priest."
All the young priestesses were working together to carry the heavy money box, and Parla put her long golden braids on her head, like a beautiful patterned necklace.
This Parla is by no means a beautiful woman. She has a square chin and her muscle texture can be seen in her rolled up sleeves. She is such a strong woman.
The long-term work of burning oil has made her develop very good arm muscles, and she can carry the money box with ease.
She and her companions struggled to carry the box, but Bona was the only one wearing a deer-antler helmet and a huge deer-skin shawl, looking like a high priest.
Apparently, Poona is already taking on a new role.
No, Bona opened the leather curtain of the priest's longhouse and faced the many assembled warriors with this attitude.
The high priest actually appeared, and her image took on a completely new look!
Arik had actually arrived a long time ago. He mingled with his brothers who had experienced the battle, and everyone gathered here to have a good time.
There was also a small linen bag hidden in the leather coat that Arik was wearing. Stuffed inside was the glass given to him by his younger brother. If he really got this treasure from his brother for free, Aric still felt a little guilty.
This time at the venue where the spoils of war were distributed, Arik's main purpose was to receive at least twenty pounds of silver for himself, and for this purpose he brought four linen sacks to contain the coins.
Secondly, it is to display the glass in public to help my brother do some publicity.
He was expecting to receive the money very quickly, but he really didn't expect that the high priest had changed.
Arik left the speechless crowd and asked first: "You are Bona! Why do you wear the high priest's antlered helmet? Is our high priest already...dead?"
"No! Watch your tone, young man! The high priest is still resting, so I will take care of today's affairs." As she spoke, Poona revealed with great confidence and continued to face her fellow tribesmen with her chin.
She stretched her arms in a completely ritualistic manner, and her whole body was bathed in the golden sunshine of the morning.
She just wants to have a holy posture and wear the ancestral antlered helmet that everyone considers sacred. Although there is no real successor, she is officially performing the work of the high priest!
Arik shook his head: "No! Since you are not the high priest, please take off your helmet."
"Is this necessary?" Bona still stretched out her chin, her eyes aimed at Arik, this gesture clearly showed contempt.
"No! You're not qualified yet!" Arik gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and walked over at a brisk pace.
As a man who has made great achievements, Arik is now extremely confident! He felt that he had a greater responsibility because of this, which was to help his uncle, who was like his biological father, and his cute and accomplished cousin, to maintain the order that the tribe should have.
He stepped forward and wanted to take off Niya's helmet aggressively, but this move was stopped by Haro Zuosen.
"Uncle? Why? Stop me!"
"Calm down! Young man." Haro Zuosen said harshly.
"But she is not the high priest!"
"She will be the high priest sooner or later. I know what you are struggling with. Is it necessary? Haro Zuosen continues to be harsh."
"Of course it's necessary." Arik did his part and still wanted to take off Bona's helmet.
Bo Na was also startled by the young man's impulsiveness. Then she saw that the young man was still holding the hilt of the sword and subconsciously took three steps back.
In this scene, Parla, who was still carrying the box behind, looked at An Shuang, and she snickered secretly.
Harold Zuosen just hoped that the money would be divided as soon as possible, so that he could take his own wealth and go home to have a good rest under the care of the two maids.
He continued to grab Arik's arm, pulled him to his side, and warned sternly: "Don't be impulsive, young man! They are Odin's servants, you must respect them. Listen, today they are responsible for distributing money, you just need to Just get the money.”
"But Villa is not dead." Arik continued to emphasize.
"That old man's life is about to end. Have you forgotten that her body was like a withered branch during the Spring Festival? The high priest now has to have a good rest every day. Although she may be in her sleep, her soul is summoned by Valhalla. "
"The high priest is really about to die?" Arik asked in shock.
"What do you think? Be polite to Bona now."
"Actually, my request is very simple." Arik said: "As long as she takes off her helmet, everything will be easy."
"No, I'm afraid she won't do this. Don't do anything drastic again. Note, this is the door to the chief priest's house!"
Arik was naturally in awe of the gods. He shook his head and stopped talking nonsense, and his arms relaxed.
Arik didn't apologize or express anything. He withdrew, hoping that his uncle would resolve these matters upon his return.
The antlered helmet was already a symbol of priestly authority, but now it is even more different! Because the high priest has the right to control the public property of the priests. In the past, those so-called properties were daily necessities that could be consumed quickly, but now it is very different.
More than 30,000 silver coins! Bona loves money, but now she just wants to take it as her own immediately. If he serves as the high priest now, the wealth will naturally fall into his hands.
The antler helmet has become a proof of the owner of huge wealth!
I don’t know what Harold Johnson said to Arik. Bona was glad that Arik returned to the team. Maybe that brat has accepted the reality?
The heavy box was finally placed on the ground. Pona replaced Harold Johnson and continued to walk towards the crowd with open arms.
She suddenly stopped and announced everyone's share of the wealth.
"The war chief, Haro Zuosen, received two thousand silver coins. The second war chief, Arik." At this point, Bona knocked inadvertently, "It is also two thousand silver coins. Everyone else who participated in the operation died alive. Yes, they are all two hundred and twenty silver coins..."
The distribution method of silver coins, gold coins and copper coins has actually been discussed by everyone a long time ago, so Poona's actions may be a bit unnecessary.
Precisely because he had made plans long ago, including commanding operations and performing meritorious deeds, Arik gained ten times the wealth of others. This is also recognized by everyone. Because everyone worships heroes and supports them to get more treasures.
Everyone can tell who is involved in the action. Furthermore, the white cloth strips tied to the arms during the night attack also came in handy now. The family members of those who died in the battle also received cloths and learned that the bodies of their relatives who died in the battle were taken to an island for burial. The dead did not return to the cemetery at Fort Ross, and Tombstone Island would become another stronghold of the Ross people, much to the relief of the families of the war dead.
Bona is going to go too far!
Although the antlered helmet was heavy, she didn't care at all.
A weighing wooden scale was taken out. The priests usually used it to weigh the priests' tributes. Now it was perfect to use it to weigh the coins.
The young priestess quickly made a platform with stones and wooden boards on the flat ground, and the wooden scale was placed on it.
In fact, the so-called two thousand silver coins are actually the so-called "twenty pounds of silver." After all, the silver coins in this time and space are not perfectly regular circles, so when using them, weighing them is the last word. When it is only used for a small amount, the merchant will make a conclusion about its quality by looking at its appearance, and then re-estimate the value.
Bona continued to face everyone, shouting at the top of her voice to order those who saw the large amount of coins to stay calm, and also called on the onlookers to shut up. : "Now you are ready, you'd better line up for me! Those who have received the money should immediately step aside and are prohibited from trying to collect it again."
As she said that, Pona pointed her finger at the sun in the sky: "Be careful, your actions are all watched by the gods of Valhalla. Any wrong move will cause your soul to be abandoned by Odin. Remember! No. Lie to the priests. Don’t lie to the gods!”
In fact, Bona was afraid of people pretending to be the leader. Today, she put on the antlered helmet presumptuously, which really made her feel guilty. If another person pretended to be the leader, it would be a mess.
In the past, because of the prestige and charisma of Villa and Otto, when the spoils were distributed, no one claimed them falsely or repeatedly.
Bo Na had to emphasize that she was also trying to cheer herself up.
In full view of everyone, she placed a carved stone weighing two pounds on a bronze tray suspended from a wooden balance.
It has to be said that the weight measurement tools of the Russians were all introduced from ancient Greece along with the ancient trade lines.
She measured the accumulated twenty pounds of silver coins ten times, and counted ten additional gold coins. This was the spoils of war belonging to the combat commander!
Not surprisingly, Harold Johnson became one of the coin recipients.
Next up is Arik.
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Chapter 160 Priest Bona’s Transgression
