The Rise of Rurik

Chapter 41: The Miracle Man and Veria's Treasure

"You...you...you've been..." Veria suddenly turned his head and grabbed Rurik's thin shoulders with both hands. "Could this be the knowledge that Valhalla gave you?"

Obviously, Rurik felt that Veria was strongly stimulated.

How to answer? Because he has the name of "Odin's blessing" on his body, a set of military boxing has really played its own prestige in children's fighting games.

For several years, the priests and their father, Otto, have spared no effort in hyping Rurik as a unique identity.

The vast majority of clansmen, their independent thinking will have not yet germinated, they are indeed so called ignorant people, and they naturally believe in the rumors of Gods.

And wasn't this rumor spread by Priest Veria himself from the beginning?

Suddenly, Rurik felt a strong black humor.

Perhaps, Veria was indeed trying to consolidate his position, further pulling Otto, the increasingly popular leader of the tribe, and deliberately promoting his son.

Furthermore, children do have a different side.

There is a saying that the lie that is told too much becomes the truth, and even the creator of the lie believes it.

This is the current state of Veria.

Rurik immediately answered affirmatively: "This is my destiny! I didn't know why I knew so much at first, but I knew it very well. Maybe I was an ancient scholar, an excellent craftsman. I know Rome, I know it was a great being long ago. Maybe my soul entered Valhalla, and for some reason, Odin ordered me to return to the world."

You... are you an apostle?" When he spoke, Veria was already trembling unconsciously.

Rurik had already clearly felt that his original rhetoric had made Veria convinced. In this way, the problem suddenly became simpler.

It is because the ancient people, because of their extremely narrow vision and lack of knowledge, believed very much in the words of the priests, and the absurd words of later generations were regarded as truth by people in this time and space.

The key is that the priest himself is also very devout to his own beliefs.

"Yes, I should be an apostle. Valhalla did not clearly explain my mission, they only gave hints, but I have understood my mission. They are people who love our Ross tribe, they like the warriors of our tribe, Valhalla has reserved many seats for the warriors. I believe that my mission is to lead our people to prosperity, so that Valhalla can wait for more warriors to win in Ragnarok."

Is that something a seven years old could say? Obviously not!

Veria himself would never believe that a childish child's voice could easily say such righteous and awe-inspiring words.

He must have received some kind of divine power, he is a miracle man!

In an instant, Veria thought of a lot of things, and her old eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Grandma Priest, are you sad?" Rurik asked kindly.

"No." Veria wiped her tears and stood up slowly on crutches. "Rurik, my child. You are the man of miracles, our patron, the future leader. You are from Vallhala's lost apostle, now you're older and fully aware of your mission. You're bound to be our leader, it's your destiny. But..."

Veria trembled and ordered: "Come with me now, child. Maybe, that treasure that has been sealed for decades, only you are its true guardian. Maybe everything is destiny, more than 30 years ago. I have been generously gifted by the Romans in black and have waited so long for this moment."

Veria muttered something obscure, which Rurik heard very vaguely. He did understand a little more clearly.

Veria wants to give her the treasure she has treasured for many years to her inheritance.

Treasure? Roman's treasure. For a moment, Rurik was full of curiosity. The sky was going to get dark, so I hurried home to find my mother? Not for now.

In order to avoid the family's worries, Rurik, who was following behind Veria, muttered: "I'm a little worried about my mother, I should have gone back immediately."

"Oh! You don't have to worry." Veria immediately ordered a lower priest to report the message, and then continued to mutter: "You will return safely, and before that, you must see that treasure. When I leave forever, it will also be owned by you. inherit."

"I...I will."

Rurik opened his mouth to come, but he really couldn't think of any treasure that could make Veria say such serious words.

Gold? Or silver? Probably not these vulgar things. If you can't exchange for good things, the greatest value of gold and silver is probably used to decorate the beauty of women, and men like some small tribal families with enough wealth drill holes in their teeth and frantically decorate it with gold.

The dark room was lit by oil lamps, and a large number of wooden boards lay flat on the wooden cabinets.

The contents of those wooden carvings are familiar to Rurik. Since he has learned how to use the rune alphabet, he will keep in mind all the knowledge stored in the room.

Maybe it is.

Rurik knew that a woodblock could not record as much information as an A4.

Now he is more interested in the wooden box that Veria personally pulled out.

"Priest, what is this?"

"Please call me grandma, my child." Veria wiped the sweat from her forehead, and it was indeed not an easy task to pull out a wooden box from the junk pile.

"Okay grandma, what's in here?"

"ROMA BOK."

Veria is simply answering the "Book of Romans".

In Old Norse, "Bok" was used to describe "the carrier of a large number of words".

Rurik listened to the novelty, what does "Romans" mean?

He hooked his head off, watching the crouched Veria try to open the rusted lock with the rusted key. After a lot of effort, the lock still won't open.

"Oops, I haven't opened the lock for many years, and it looks like the lock won't work anymore."

"Then break it open?" Rurik asked tentatively.

"Yes. But my boy, if I do, you must give me a promise."

"Ah? What guarantee."

"There is a precious book in the box, which records very advanced knowledge, maybe you can understand it and master it. It is very precious, and once opened it will not be well preserved. You must promise me, You will be the protector of the book and will always protect it."

Rurik didn't think much about it, and still said bluntly, "I will."

"Your answer is a bit perfunctory..." Veria turned her old face and said solemnly: "I don't have the ability to understand all of its contents, but I can be sure that through this book, you can learn a lot about the Romans. . You're going to be a great leader, we're going to make a bigger deal with the Romans, and you've got to protect the book. Now tell me your answer."

"Ah, I will protect him the way I want to protect my own family. In the future, I will order my children and grandchildren to continue to protect it."

Rurik's seemingly empty words made Veria very happy. After all, her life was short, and almost everyone in the tribe disdained knowledge. Only she spent half her life protecting the gift from the "Roman Missionary".

She believed that Rurik's words were the truth of the child, because it was trustworthy.

Veria found a small hammer and smashed the black rusted copper lock.

It's actually a copper lock! From the bright yellow color of the cross section of the lock, Rurik could draw several conclusions.

At this moment, Veria's mood is a little more complicated.

She held the lid of the box, her heart beating fast.

"Hopefully, the book is intact and not rotten."

"Don't worry, grandma." Rurik said casually, "The copper turned black, which means it is very dry here, and any books will not be damaged. If water gets in, the lock will turn green."

"Huh? Strange explanation."

Rurik didn't want to say anything about the black rust of oxidized copper, he urged: "Quickly open it."

Veria did not hesitate any longer, the lid was opened, and a well-bound book made of all-over sheepskin was revealed to Rurik.

"This is the book, my boy, from now on, it's yours."

When Veria turned her gaze slightly to Rurik, she saw the child's astonished eyes.

Because Rurik could recognize the leather cover of the book, and the words made of Roman letters marked on it, Rurik never dreamed that he would actually recognize it.

The book was clearly marked "EXODUS", and from just these few letters, he knew very well that this book recorded that Moses led the tribe out of Egypt and returned to Canaan.

The cover and pages of the book are mainly made of sheepskin, and there are not many words that can be recorded on these materials. This book is only a small part of the whole scriptures, and it is intriguing that only this part has ended up in Scandinavia in the far north.

Rurik asked suddenly: "Grandma, as you briefly explained, did you really get it from the mysterious man in black?"

"Yes. I hope you understand the above knowledge because I can't understand it."

"Ah! That's it..." Rurik muttered silently, "I think I already know it all."

Rurik pondered with his mind, I am afraid that those men in black in Veria's mouth were the so-called missionaries of Eastern Rome, and they wished that all the barbarians in the north would become new lambs.

Exodus itself is a history book and an ode to Moses and his people who dared to travel long distances for the sake of their devout faith.

Those men in black, from the warm and comfortable Constantinople, all the way to the cold north, hope that the Vikings who are good at fighting and trading will give up their worship of Odin and become one of them.

Maybe they themselves are the self-proclaimed new Moses.

Obviously, the Ross tribe at that time dismissed it, and the plan of the man in black fell through.

Those people in black are probably all turned into dust, only this book is perfectly preserved by the old people.

Come to think of it, if that's the case, everything is a legend.

If everything is fate, the new nation formed by the fusion of the Slavs and the Rus will eventually become the new Rome in charge of the double eagle flag.

Had this book been preserved for a thousand years, it would have become a relic of great cultural significance! It is also the treasure of the town of Ross.

Thinking of this level, Rurik casually flipped through it, feeling the softness of the parchment, and came to the conclusion that the text was all handwritten.

He was thinking in his mind that this book bound with parchment should indeed be properly protected.