Roger and the Baron rummaged through the cellar for parchments and counted the property in the cellar.

"I didn't expect that I am quite wealthy." The baron seemed to have discovered a treasure.

Roger really didn't know why he was so happy. He was speechless for this man who didn't even know how much wealth he had in his cellar.

Roger continued to count, and he found that the Baron was not actually poor. Although he owned very few gold and silver coins, this may be the reason why the Baron felt that he was poor.

But there are well-preserved salt and pepper in the cellar, which are actually hard currency.

The Baron did not take these things seriously that his late wife had bought and could never finish.

But when Roger said that his father used to pay salt directly to his subordinates as salary and use pepper as currency in exchange for things with merchants, and others were happy to accept it, the baron was always happy.

But these were not the most valuable. Roger found a whole box of books in the corner, and he carefully took one and looked through it.

"These are all left by Christina. She is a devout believer and likes these things."

The baron opened the box of memory.

"It was the church she wanted to build back then. It cost a lot of money. She always commissioned monks to write books, and they are all here. Haha, a lot of money was spent on things that are not practical."

"Why is the Bible not practical?" Roger changed a book and looked through it.

This is the "Gospel of St. Cuthbert" (note: now in the British Museum). The book is very small, just a little bigger than a palm. It has a red leather cover and parchment. The scribe is particularly talented. The text is elegant and is simply a model of handwriting.

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Roger said: "Books are very valuable."

"Who wants these things?"

"Monks, priests, pious people, especially those who are rich and want to pretend to be pious, many people want these books. They are willing to spend a lot of money to buy them. My former Latin teacher only had a Bible.

They are as precious as life. These books are priceless treasures in the eyes of these people."

"The book in your hand was as precious to Christina as it was to you," the Baron recalled. "I should have buried it with Christina, but everything happened so suddenly at that time. I was thinking for a long time.

Time is so chaotic that I forget about it."

Roger felt that the atmosphere in the cellar was a bit depressing, so he deliberately changed the subject. He asked: "This "St. Cuthbert's Gospel" looks to be old. It should not be written by your wife."

"Ah, that's a long story. It was Christina's dowry. When she married me, she didn't care about other dowries and just held this book in her hand." The Baron recalled with a smile.

"According to her, it was passed down from her ancestors.

Her ancestors were a Viking who followed the legendary hero Ragnar Lodbrok and plundered the holy island of Lindisfarne in Northumberland, northeast England.

There is a monastery there, and there is a saint buried there, probably named St. Cuthbert.

They opened his coffin to see if there were any precious burial objects, but this book was all they found.

And they found that the saint's body had not decayed and his flesh was still intact. They thought this was a miracle.

So her ancestors took the book away, not daring to violate the saint's body.

She believes that her ancestors later converted to God because they were inspired by this book."

"This inspiration," Roger felt awkward listening to it. He remembered the Pharaoh's curse. He put down the little red book and picked up another one.

He said: "I think the curse is pretty much the same. It would be better for the saints' burial objects to be returned to their original owners."

"Yes," the Baron seemed to feel a little cold when he heard the word "curse".

He rolled his arms and said: "I heard that Ragnar died miserably later. Anyway, I have no intention of opening Christina's coffin again. I will never sell this book, and there is no point in keeping it. Well, let's look back

I'll ask my Norman relatives in England to help me send it back."

"Haha", Roger looked at the book in his hand and suddenly laughed out loud.

He said to the confused Baron: "This is an interesting play. It is a play by Sister Hrothweita that reflects Christian themes. It is quite funny. We can rehearse the liturgical drama."

"Tch," the Baron said dismissively, "just tell me how much these books are worth. I plan to sell them all."

"If you rush to sell, you may not be able to sell it at a good price. I suggest taking a long-term approach."

"I listen to you. I'm used to being poor anyway, so I'm not in a hurry."

The baron walked to a sealed wooden box. He called Roger over and said, "This is my most precious thing. It is priceless, but I will not sell it."

Roger's curiosity was aroused: "What is it?"

"As my attendant, you haven't been taught properly yet. I'll teach you a lesson today."

The baron picked up the box and took Roger to the hall.

He opened the wooden box, and a chainmail suit covered with scars and spots of rust was displayed in front of Roger.

Roger curled his lips in disappointment, saying it was priceless. Not to mention the set of silver-plated chainmail that his father wore, even the one his father gave to Bohemond was much better than this.

The Baron looked at the rust spots with some sadness. He asked Roger to get a wooden barrel, a wooden stick and dry sand. Then he put the armor into a wooden barrel filled with dry sand and stirred it repeatedly with a wooden stick.

The baron stirred and stirred vigorously, taking it out from time to time to look at it. If he thought it was not bright enough, he continued to stir.

Roger's arms felt sore just looking at it, and he felt that his future was bleak.

Roger asked the Baron: "Should I do the same? I don't think I can disturb it much."

The baron was stunned for a moment, and he patted his forehead: "Look at my brain, I originally planned to teach you, but I did it myself."

The baron closed the lid of the barrel tightly and told Roger: "Push it to the yard and roll it until the chainmail is as bright as new."

So Roger played the roller game all afternoon. "Gift" came to join in the fun. It found it very interesting and came forward to help from time to time.

After struggling until dinner, Roger completed the task.

After entering the house, he saw the baron wiping his iron helmet. He walked up to him curiously and asked, "Why are there no horns?"

"What horn?"

"Horns, aren't your ancestors Vikings? Why don't you wear a horned helmet like them?"

"I've never heard of this saying. Who would wear a helmet with horns so that the enemy can grab and behead him?"

Roger didn't know whether he remembered it wrong or the Baron made a mistake. He said: "But it will be very popular."

The baron asked back: "What about you, do you want to be popular or to save your life?"

"I want both."
Chapter completed!