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Chapter 74 The Priest's Memories

Returning, Otto greeted the cheering crowd and asked them to move out of the way.

On the other hand, in the large priest's wooden house, Priest Vilia stayed indoors calmly, because she knew that her fragile body should not be exposed to the cold outdoors, even if she was wearing a thick leather coat.

She already knew that the leader Otto had returned victoriously with a large number of deer, and the messenger who quickly came to let her know that the leader had gone to a very far place this time and also robbed a large amount of wealth from the deer herders.

The vast wealth excited the young people accompanying him, but Villa was not so happy.

She is too old, and the only thing that makes her happy is that her body can continue to maintain her health.

She knew exactly what her physical condition was like.

Wei Liya even had a premonition that his life would come to an end within two or three years.

Everyone is mortal. Regarding the leader's rare robbery of a deer herder in a distant place, Villa quietly recalled his young self.

Although those past events were all experienced by me, when I recall them now, everything becomes so distorted, as if they happened in a dream.

Vilia, her mind has become a little difficult in her old age, and sometimes she regards dreams as reality.

She worships Odin devoutly and prays silently every day that she can become a Valkyrie after death, even if she is the lowest servant of Valhalla.

If her dream comes true, and she becomes a Valkyrie, she will not hesitate to bring Otto's soul to the Hall of Valor after his death.

The more she thought about it, the more she dreamed about it, and the wonderful dreams deepened her belief.

Recalling my childhood experiences, I have forgotten too many things.

She has forgotten the faces of her parents, and many of her childhood friends have passed away. Looking back on the past, she can only remember the great spiritual stimulation.

For example, my father promised herself to her husband because of the benefits of some coins. He never expected that he would have a miscarriage, so he simply survived. And the poor husband also died in the wilderness in a certain year, probably attacked by wild beasts.

Of course, it is also possible that they were deliberately attacked by those deer herders.

Because Roseburg is originally the home of deer farmers.

The Ross tribe robbed the fjord from those people, which had iron ore and copper mines and could also stock some animals.

She was very young at that time, and she had forgotten why the war started. But did the war need a real reason?

The Deer Breeders are not allies, and are at best poor trading partners. Therefore, the so-called trade relationship can be easily torn apart, and any tribe of the thinking tribe can go to war against the Deer Breeders without any sanctions.

Reminiscing about the past, my young feet wandered among the ruins of collapsed tents, my own tribe cleaned up the bodies of the dead, and other tribesmen gathered around the campfire to eat barbecue.

Many places were on fire. After the flames were extinguished, the tribesmen built new settlements in the fjords abandoned by the fleeing deer herders. Soon, the young children were already old.

Just as Vilia was reminiscing about the past, the noise outside finally brought her thoughts back.

Suddenly, the drooping leather door curtain was opened, and a strong, bearded man stepped in with a glorious face.

"Ah! Great priest, I am Otto, I am back."

"I know you're back!"

Seeing this man with disheveled hair and a slovenly beard, Vilia felt really warm. Otto was Vilia's ally. Based on the memories and thoughts just now, when she saw Otto in front of her, she couldn't help but think about what would happen if she aborted the child.

He was born smoothly, and he is probably the same age as Otto when he lives to this day.

Thinking of this, she became even more kind to Otto.

Life is like this, and the safe birth of a child is a miracle.

What's more, there is a bad tradition common among all tribes. Every family worships those warlike gods, so everyone prefers sons. In addition to faith, they also need a male to inherit the family business.

However, very limited resources can only be allocated to a small number of offspring. Many baby girls are thrown into the forest just after they are born. They are claimed to be picked up by good Samaritans, but in reality they are left to fend for themselves.

Only the strongest person or the eldest son in the family can inherit the family business. The weak will have to move when they grow up and will not inherit a copper coin.

Even so, there are already a small number of women and many of them cannot survive the hurdle of childbearing.

Although men who live to adulthood do not have the burden of childbearing, they will always take crazy risks for wealth.

Just like Otto's adventure this time, if they get lost, or find more terrifying enemies, or even enter the edge of the human world and fall into the unknown territory under the World Tree, everything will be full of terrible variables, which will lead to everyone

Lose your life.

Vilia's efforts to remain calm were still suppressed by her willpower, but she had begun to become talkative and hurriedly patted the leather cushion next to her.

"Come here! Tell me what you have been through!"

"Okay priest, maybe these things should wait until all the elders come..."

"You don't have to wait for those guys." Villa said as she tried to stand up, but the low-level priests immediately surrounded him, helped him up, and handed her the wooden staff inlaid with gems.

She continued to mutter: "You are the leader. Those elders are just a little older than you, but those guys are already very old. Do you still listen to those people's opinions? They should listen to you. You are our leader

!”

Otto thought about it and realized that she was right.

The so-called elders are the older men in the tribe. Of course they were brave and good at fighting when they were young. But now that they are getting older, they have gradually become slacker.

It cannot be said that this kind of laziness is a wrong behavior. If I were not the leader, I would definitely be doing the most ordinary things like them, waiting for the end of life, like an iron sword that slowly rusts and finally breaks. In that case

, it is impossible for him to have strong physical ability to carry out this long-lasting expedition.

Otto had a lot to say to the priest, but the most important thing was the many details about the attack on the deer herders' camp, and the great exploration of the unknown world in the northeast by the tribe.

The important information obtained during the adventure needs to be informed to the priest. Otto knows very well that after learning the information, Villia will definitely send someone to carve it on the wooden board in rune script.

No matter whether the tribesmen are willing to learn or not, even the wooden boards will be damaged. But the priest group will keep repairing the wooden boards to pass on the information, so that when the tribesmen finally enlighten and are eager to know everyone's past history, everything will be recorded on the wooden boards.

At least another "good scholar" has appeared, and he is currently obscured by his wide torso.

Otto was wearing a sheepskin coat and his own iron battle helmet. He was holding the hilt of a sharp sword hanging on his belt, which still jingled as he walked around the sacrificial wooden house.

The image of a warrior was vividly displayed. The young junior priests looked at the heroic appearance of their leader and were afraid that Odin should look like this.

Otto walked towards Vilia with such a heroic appearance. He knew that the old priest liked to see himself like this.

Soon, the lower-level priests whose eyes were focused on Otto then took aim at the opened leather door curtain.

I saw a little boy with a ponytail stepping vigorously into the warm room, only to see his young hands pulling in another girl.


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