Compared with these three pieces of glassware, Bona felt that what she owned was really inferior. How did Rurik and Klavason make such beautiful glassware? Bona didn't know and didn't want to understand. She could only sigh that Rurik priced it at a thousand silver coins, which really couldn't be said to be expensive. They are truly rare treasures.
"Have you finished reading 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, Poona's possessiveness was hard to hide.
Rurik stopped nagging: "You go and prepare the money first. When I come out of Vilia's room, I want to see a hundred pounds of silver." After that, Rurik shook his neck: "Lumi Ya, come with me."
Bona was surprised: "What, your servant will follow you too..."
Rurik glanced at her and rolled his eyes: "My servant is like my third arm. Rumia, my loyal servant! Follow me!"
Rurik deliberately intended to utter the phrase "loyal servant" to knock Bona down.
At this time, Villa had already sat up from the thick leather cushion of the couch because of the noise in the hall. She heard Rurik's childish voice and couldn't help but cheer up.
She is self-aware of her body. She did get sick some time ago, but her condition did not continue to worsen.
Villa faced illness and death calmly. Some of the things that happened now made her feel worried in her heart.
Ryuri ordered Rumia to hold the small wooden box tightly and follow him closely.
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." Vilia coughed twice with excitement and tried to grab her crutches to stand up.
"Grandma, don't be impulsive, sit down quickly."
After Rurik helped her sit down, he also asked Rumia to sit down as well.
The three of them sat cross-legged, and under the dim oil lamp, Rumia opened the box.
Vilia caught a glimpse of the treasure inside the box.
"Ah! Is this the glass you were talking about? It's so beautiful."
"Grandma. I'm glad that your health has recovered. Look, this is my gift to you." Rurik happily held out the glass pot with a long mouth. Even in the dim light, Vilia paid attention. This pot has a unique color, just like the color of amber.
"What's this called? An amber glass pot?" Villa said this combination of words based on his own understanding and the unique color of the pot.
"It? It's the pot I gave you. And this." After saying that, Rurik showed his cup. "A pot and two cups are both given to you by me. Of course, Bona paid for them."
"Really? The thing you gave me is really..." For a moment, Vilia thought of many things, and many crystal tears dropped from her aging eyes.
Rurik saw all this clearly.
"Grandma, you're crying."
"Oh, Rurik. I'm really touched!" Villya's hands that looked like dead branches grasped Rurik's small hands: "You got the wisdom from Valhalla to make these treasures. I could enjoy it now...but I'm really too old."
Rurik took out his right hand kindly and helped Vilia wipe away the tears on her face. This heart-warming move strongly stimulated Vilia's already aging heart. A surge of blood surged into her heart, and Vilia shed more tears.
Her words were also more cordial: "You are like my grandson. You are the only one who truly and sincerely pays attention to me, an old woman."
Rurik was very happy to be praised, and he himself was indeed willing to be a year-end couple with Vilia. Because, even in terms of mental age, he is far younger than this Vilia.
To make such an old lady happy, Rurik knew he had some ideas.
"Grandma, I do regard you as my grandma. You seemed to be sick a few days ago, but I didn't take good care of you. I was wrong."
"Oh, my child, you have done nothing wrong."
Rurik asked deliberately: "I heard that Bona made some medicinal soup for you, and your illness was much better?"
"Her? Forget it." Vilia tightened her mouth with half the teeth, shook her head and said: "I made some soup myself. Bona has not changed, she still likes money. I just can't think of it, because she has Money, she actually thinks she can replace me now."
"Grandma, are you angry?"
"Angry?" Vilia sighed with tears in her eyes, "Maybe I chose the wrong person from the beginning. Bona actually hopes that I will 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. You two come over here."
Seeing the two children gathered in front of her, Vilia said firmly and quietly: "Maybe my body can last for one year at most. Bona will be the high priest sooner or later. She is not an excellent high priest, she is not good at all. Not pious, she only likes money. Rurik, when you become the leader, you will... you will kill her."
Hearing the word "kill", Rurik suddenly trembled with shock.
Rurik's eyes widened: "Grandma, are you serious?!"
"Yes. Rurik, this is my last wish. You are going to be our leader. What you need is a pious high priest, not a money-grubbing fool. Bona had better die soon, otherwise, you...you Promise me!" Vilia emphasized again: "Promise me that 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 Vilia angry: "You can't hesitate, child. This is my last wish. For the sake of our tribe, you must do this. Not just Bona, anyone in the tribe who opposes you, you They must be removed. Only you can bring us to prosperity, and all those who work against your will must be removed."
For a moment, Rurik fell into a mental trance. He felt like a big stone was pressing on his heart, making him unable to breathe.
"Child, 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 a child blessed by Odin. You are wiser. Since Bona did that , what should you do?"
"Do you really want to get rid of her?"
"For the time being, you still need to use her." Vilia continued to say seriously, "But you must choose another suitable person to be the high priest who only obeys your orders. Listen, you are a child blessed by Odin, you You are the most noble. In fact, you don’t need a high priest at all, just because the tribesmen think that the tribe needs a high priest. You should understand what I mean.”
Rurik has completely understood.
After all, with his current status, isn’t he the “right one” for the Ross tribe? He already has the status of "Emperor", so why should he listen to the words of the high priest? Maybe the job of the high priest is just to help the leader do something to appease people. In this case, of course the high priest must be infinitely loyal.
Because the high priest should be the tool of the leader.
Vilia's words had proved that she actually had murderous intentions towards Bona. Rurik was shocked for a moment that this kind and kind old man actually had such a vicious side in his heart? Just vicious? No! It should be said that there is also a very crucial decision.
Rurik nodded: "Bona is disrespectful to me. I don't like her. In any case, I will not use her after I become the leader. So, who should I use? For example, that Parla?"
"Palla? That woman can't do it. She is relatively pious at heart, but she doesn't like big battles." Villa not only evaluated Parla, but also named other lower-level priests one by one.
Rurik listened obediently and couldn't help but feel upset.
Co-author In Vilia's view, the priests are all competing against each other. Compared to them, Bona, who is now greedy for money and arrogant, is still the best. The rest are either cowards or ungodly.
This is difficult.
Rurik asked doubtfully: "So, what should I do? Who can serve as the high priest?"
A slight smile appeared on Villa's dry mouth: "Who will be the high priest? Do you still need to ask me?"
"this……"
At this time, Vilya suddenly grabbed Rumia's hand, which surprised the girl and also surprised Rurik.
She said to Rumia: "Will you always be loyal to your master?"
"Yes I am."
Rumia looked flattered, and Vilia continued to ask: "Are you sure?"
"I am sure!"
Verya stared into the eyes of the deer herder girl and said seriously: "You have to know that you were supposed to die in the vast snowfield. Your relatives who are the deer herders were all given death by Odin, but you are the only one! Odin! Ding spared your life. Because it was Odin who arranged for you to be Rurik's servant. Remember, when you do any disloyalty, a thunderbolt will hit your head and you will die immediately. , your soul will also wander in the underworld forever. I think you know what that means."
Vilia's words were obviously threatening and urging. Rumia shivered when she heard this, and her feet instantly broke out in cold sweat.
Rumia said tremblingly: "I understand. I dare not disobey my master."
"You can't tell me. Now, kneel down and worship your master."
Vilia let go of her hand, and Rumia also faced Rurik very sensibly. She almost lay on the ground, kneeling in a posture of worship.
Rurik looked at his servant's humility. No! It must be a strong sense of fear! Rurik looked at Vilia again and asked in surprise: "Grandma? Actually, you mean to let her..."
"That's her."
Rumia was shocked after hearing this. Still speaking, she closed her eyes tightly. She never thought that she had another possibility, and in the words of the Russian high priest, everything was her destiny.
Rurik asked in surprise: "But she is a deer herder. Could it be that such a foreigner can also be our high priest? Will the tribesmen welcome her?"
Vilia shook her head: "Do you still regard her as an outsider now?"
"No. I want her as family."
"Remember, she is your servant. It was Odin who gave her life, and you gave her everything she has now. Rumia should have prayed every day and praised Odin for forgiving her fate of death. This is the only way. Man, fit to be your high priest.”
"Yes!" Rurik was shocked to hear this. He never expected that the old Vilia would actually make such a talent recommendation.
Villa breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Your father and I are in an alliance, and this relationship is about to end. My child, when you serve as the chief, a new era begins. You don't need to be with the priests. Keep the alliance, because you are the only one in the entire 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, Everyone else in the tribe, even your father, is mortal.
We are all noble, but you are the most noble. For example, the cup you gave me and those magical objects were all given to you by Odin. You can talk directly to Odin in his sleep. Maybe you think you are a god from Asgard, just because you have forgotten a lot. "
Listen to this! Rurik fully believed that Vilya had fallen into the so-called myth she made up.
Of course, Rurik thought it was reasonable for her to say this. It’s not like he declares everywhere that steel swords, soaps, and glassware are all Odin’s dreams. It makes sense that the high priest believed this.
Vilia kicked Rumia, who was still lying down: "Girl, get up."
Rumia heard the sound and sat down, her heart beating wildly.
"Listen! Rumia, you have to study better. From tomorrow on, come to me when you come back from grazing."
"High Priest..." Rumia was speechless.
"And you, Rurik. You two come together as usual." Villa added: "Starting from tomorrow, I will seize the time to teach your servants those prayers and the rules of the ceremony. While I can still When performing the work of the high priest, your servant Rumia must participate in the key sacrificial ceremonies as a lower priest."
"Grandma, are you serious?" Rurik asked hurriedly.
"I am serious. The longest day is coming soon, and I am determined to let Rumia participate in the ceremony."
As she spoke, Vilia saw that Rumia looked a little dazed. She suddenly stretched out her right hand and grabbed Rumia's neck abruptly, which really shocked the girl.
"Rumia, I will strictly demand you. You have no reason to slack off. Forget your past, forget your past name, remember your new identity, and serve your master for the rest of your life. In this way, even if you have a deer herder In the past, when you die, your soul will enter Valhalla and become a Valkyrie. And your master will eventually return to heaven and become a heroic spirit in the temple."
Rumia pursed her lips to show that she completely understood.
At this moment, Rumia didn't feel happy at all, but she didn't feel any sad either. She felt that everything was her destiny.
She also knew that everything had just begun.
She even realized that she could only rely on Rurik forever. Disloyalty and disobedience would bring about quick death.
Vilia had nothing more to say: "Rurik, I accepted your gift. You must also remember that people's hearts can change. Because of a huge sum of money, Bona immediately fell. Remember, When you serve as chief, your priests are not allowed to have more money. You must always let those servants remember that everything they have is given by you.”
"Yes!" Rurik said quickly: "High Priest, I will never forget your teachings."
Villa smiled slowly and said: "In this way, I will die without regrets. These are all my wills to you, but I will not leave immediately yet. When I feel that there are still some important things, I will I asked you to guide you. You two can leave now."
She is a wise elder, Rurik can hear that Vilya is actually pushing himself, and as a leader, he must not be indecisive.
Asking himself, Rurik does not deny that he still has many so-called "Mother's" thoughts, which are not very consistent with the values of people in today's era.
As for now, my thoughts have begun to change, but maybe the change is not fast enough.
Rurik kowtowed three times in front of Vilya. It was true that this move seemed strange to Vilya, but the compliance with it was clear to her.
"You'd better leave quickly, otherwise Boona will get 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 finally out, Rurik," said Bona. "The high priest should be very satisfied with your gift."
"Yes. She's happy."
"Then let's take a look at the money."
"Okay. I see they are all silver coins. Do they really weigh a hundred pounds?"
Bo Na felt embarrassed and said, "Is it possible that you can pick it up yourself and try it?"
Ten thousand silver coins weigh one hundred pounds, plus the weight of the box itself, the total weight must be more than forty kilograms.
Rurik really tried it, but with his own strength, he could only push it reluctantly. After all, this body is still too young.
"What do you think? Do you want me to help you?" Poona asked deliberately.
"It's quite substantial."
"How about I weigh it for you again? The scale is right here."
"No need. I can trust you. No one in this sacred longhouse will lie." Rurik looked into Bona's eyes and said this deliberately.
"Oh, you don't have to doubt me. I don't dare to lie about this. I'm asking, do you need me to help you move it?"
"No need." Rurik looked confident: "Lumia, let's lift the box together and let's go!"
The two children barely had the strength to lift it. Even so, Rurik managed to move while suppressing his blush. Rumia's situation is similar. Out of loyalty to her master, she does not dare to neglect.
The two stumbled and carried the box to the muddy outdoors, then bent over and panted.
At this moment, Klavasen, who had been hiding in the reindeer pens and was so bored that he fed the deer with the grass he had cut and reserved, hurriedly jumped out and happily approached the heavy box. He was also overwhelmed by the fatigue of the two children. Startled.
"The priests won't help you either? This is a hundred pounds of silver! It's too heavy."
"Those women are unreliable, Klavason. They are all a bunch of mediocre people who are eager for money, and they are not religious at all." Rurik breathed heavily, and his words were full of criticism.
"Oh? That's what you say about them."
"Come on. Klavathon, I still need you to help me move my things until I get stronger. Let's go back to your blacksmith shop, you know."
Klavason immediately laughed out loud: "Haha, split the money? Okay! You and I will share this hundred pounds of silver equally!"
"Go back... let's count it again when we go back." Rurik stood up straight in front of him, "Make sure it's one hundred pounds of silver."
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Chapter 166 Not having her is important to you
