Chapter 166 It is very important to you without her
Compared with these three pieces of glassware, Pona felt that what she had was really inferior. How did Rurik and Klavason make such beautiful glassware? Pona didn’t know and didn’t want to understand. She could only sigh, leaving
Rick priced them at a thousand silver coins, which really cannot be said to be expensive. They are really 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." With that said, Poona's possessiveness was hard to hide.
Rurik stopped nagging: "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 and said: "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, due to the noise in the hall, Vilia had already sat up from the thick leather cushion of the couch. 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.
Veria used to face 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 was so excited that she coughed twice 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 too.
The three of them sat cross-legged, and under the dim oil lamp, Rumia opened the box.
Vilia saw the treasure in the box at a glance.
"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 is this called? An amber glass pot?" Villa said such a 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. "One pot and two cups, both were given to you by me. Of course, Bona paid for it.
."
"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 are 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 kindly took out his right hand and helped Vilia wipe away the tears on her face. This heart-warming move strongly stimulated Vilia's aging heart, and a wave of hot blood surged into her heart.
Leah cried more.
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 so much, and he was indeed willing to have a relationship with Vilia. Because, even in terms of mental age, he was far younger than 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!"
For a moment, 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 up to one year. Bona will be the high priest sooner or later. She is not an excellent high priest, she is not good at all.
She is 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!" Villa 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 go 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, which made 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 my current status, isn’t it the “right one” for the Ross tribe? Now that I have the status of “the emperor”, what else do I need to do to listen to the words of the high priest? Maybe the high priest’s job is just to help the leader to appease the leader.
In the matter of the human heart, since this is the case, the high priest must of course 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 originally kind and kind old man actually had such a vicious side in his heart? Just viciousness? No! It should be said
There is also a very crucial decision.
Rurik nodded: "Bona is disrespectful to me and I don't like her. In any case, I won't use her after I become the leader. So, who should I use? For example, that Parla?"
"Parla? That woman is not good. She is relatively pious at heart, but she doesn't like big battles." Villa not only evaluated Parla, but also named and evaluated other lower-level priests one by one.
Rurik listened obediently, but couldn't help but feel upset.
Co-author In Veria'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 cowardly or ungodly.
This is very difficult.
Rurik asked in confusion: "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, Vilia 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 commit any act of 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, almost lying on the ground in a kneeling posture.
Rurik looked at his servant's humility. No! It should 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."
After hearing this, Rumia was shaken. She closed her eyes tightly while she was still talking. She never thought that she had another possibility, and in the words of the Russian high priest, everything was determined by her fate.
Rurik asked in surprise: "But she is a deer herder. Is it possible that such a foreigner can be our high priest? Will the tribesmen welcome her?"
Vilia shook her head: "Do you still regard her as an outsider now?"
"No. I would like to treat 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.
This man is suitable 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 become 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 a 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 your sleep. Maybe you
I thought I was a god from Asgard, just because you have forgotten a lot."
Listen to this! Rurik completely believes that Vilia has fallen into the so-called myth she made up.
Of course, Rurik felt that it was reasonable for her to say so. He also declared everywhere that all the steel swords, soaps, and glassware were all dreamed of by Odin. It was really reasonable for the high priest to believe 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, when you come back from grazing, come to me."
"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'm 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 startled 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, and disloyalty and disobedience would bring about quick death.
Villa had nothing more to say: "Rurik, I accepted your gift. You must also remember that people's hearts can also change. Because of a huge sum of money, Bona immediately fell. Remember,
When you serve as leader, 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."
Wei Liya 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 was a wise elder, Rurik could tell that Vilya was actually urging herself, and as a leader, she should 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 speed of change is still not fast enough.
Rurik kowtowed three times in front of Vilia. It was true that this move seemed strange to Vilia, but the obedience involved was clear to her.
"You'd better leave quickly, otherwise Bona 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 finally came out, Rurik." Bona said. "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, but with his own strength, he could only push it reluctantly. After all, this body was still too young.
"What do you think? Do you want me to help you?" Poona asked deliberately.
“It’s really substantial.”
"How about I weigh it for you again? The scale is right here."
"No need. I can trust you. In this sacred longhouse, no one will lie." Rurik said deliberately while looking into Bona's eyes.
"Oh, you don't need 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 blushed and reluctantly moved. Rumia's situation was similar. Out of loyalty to her master, she did 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 was already hiding in the deer pens where reindeer were kept, was bored and fed the deer with the grass he had cut and reserved. He hurriedly jumped out and happily approached the heavy box. He was also tired by 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, Klavasen. 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 how you evaluate them."
"Let's go. Clavassen, I still need you to help me move things before 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 and said, "Make sure it is one hundred pounds of silver."