Chapter 41 The Man of Miracles and Veria's Treasure
"You...you...you have been...from the beginning..." Vilia turned his 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?"
Obviously, Rurik felt that Vilya was strongly stimulated.
How should I answer? Since I already have the title of "Odin's Blessing", a set of military boxing has really shown its own prestige in children's fighting games.
For several years, the priests and their own father Otto have spared no effort in promoting 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 deliberately promoted 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 became 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 just 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 win victory in Ragnarok."
Is this something a seven-year-old 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, Welia 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 have fully understood 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 real guardian of that treasure that has been sealed in dust for decades. Maybe everything is fate, more than thirty years ago
I have received generous gifts from those Romans in black, and I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Vilia muttered some obscure words, which Rurik heard very vaguely. But he understood clearly that Vilia wanted to hand over the treasure she had treasured for many years to him to inherit.
Baby? The baby of the Romans. For a moment, Rurik was full of curiosity. It was already getting dark, so he hurried home to find his mother? There was no need for it for the time being.
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! Don't 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 can't be exchanged for good things, the greatest value of gold and silver is probably to decorate the beauty of women, and for men of some small tribes and families with enough wealth to use it in their own lives.
Drill holes in his teeth and decorate them crazily with gold.
The dark room was illuminated by an oil lamp, and a large number of wooden boards were laid flat on the cabinet 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 that is indeed the case.
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 Villa 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 "a carrier of a large amount of writing".
Rurik was surprised to hear it. What does "Romans" mean?
He cocked his little head and watched the crouched 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.
"Okay. But my child, if I do this, you must give me a guarantee."
"Ah? 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 going to be a great leader and we are going to make a bigger deal with the Romans and you have to 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 that Rurik's words were the child's truth because it was worthy of belief.
Villa found a small hammer and smashed the rusty copper lock.
It turned out to be a copper lock! Through the bright yellow color of the cross section of the lock, Rurik could draw multiple conclusions.
At this moment, Wei Liya felt a little complicated.
She hugged the box lid, 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 any longer, the lid was opened, and a well-bound whole-body sheepskin book was revealed in front of Rurik.
"This is the book, my child, and it is yours from now on."
When Vilia turned her eyes slightly to Rurik, she saw the child's shocked eyes.
Because Rurik could recognize the leather cover of the book, and the words made up of Roman letters marked on it, Rurik never thought that he actually knew them.
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 cover and pages of the book are mainly made of sheepskin. Naturally, there are not many words that can be recorded on this material. This book is only a small part of the entire scripture. Only this part actually ended up in Scandinavia in the far north. It is really amazing.
Food for thought.
Rurik suddenly asked: "Grandma, as you briefly explained, did you really get it from the mysterious man in black?"
"Yes. I really hope you understand the above knowledge because I don't understand it."
"Ah! That's it..." Rurik muttered silently: "I think I already know it completely."
Rurik thought about it for a while, and he was afraid that the men in black mentioned by Villa were the so-called Eastern Roman missionaries, and they wished that all the barbarians in the north would 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 without fear of hardship 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 an old man until now.
Think about it, if this is really the case, 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 is preserved until a thousand years later, it will become a sacred object with great cultural significance! It will also be 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 a mental calculation that this book bound with parchment should indeed be properly protected.