Because of the influence of Rurik, the entire Rus tribe suddenly burst out with great vitality in the cold winter.

There is only one source of this vitality-the desire for wealth and power.

Ordinary fighters require a good boat, a steel sword of their own, a beautiful and obedient wife, and Mandengdeng's silver coins in a wooden box.

The most important thing is silver coins, as long as there is money, personal desires can be realized!

At the end of March, seal hunters who had hunted vigorously discovered that in many areas of the sea, the ice may break at any time. They all have good eyesight. In the sunny evening, they can already see the sparkling sea.

The good news spread quickly to the entire tribe, and all the tribesmen and the visitors were extremely excited.

Simultaneously with the melting of sea ice, there was also the melting of land ice and snow.

People no longer have to worry about snow damaging the house. Instead, some people need to consider the waterproofing ability of the thatch on their roof.

During the day, the messy roads in Roseburg became muddy after being trampled on, and at night they were frozen again.

The chilling time has receded, and the snow around Roseburg has receded a lot, green reappeared in some places, and weeds have officially begun to sprout!

A small amount of Kaiken land was put into use for the first time, but it was not wheat that was sown, but onions.

On March 28, the vernal equinox of the Julian calendar, the High Priest Veria brought his men and the girls of the tribe who helped make soap, and they all performed a small sacrifice at the stone boat altar.

From this day on, the day became longer and longer, and after ninety-two days, there would be no night in Roseburg.

The small sacrifice is only the beginning. When the ice on the coast disappears and there are only some floating ice in the visible sea, that day is the "Spring Festival" of the Ross tribe!

The festival is getting closer and closer, and Villia finds Otto and asks him to go to his residence. In addition to explaining the date of this year's "Spring Festival", he also needs to ask him clearly about the details of the event that will shake the peace of the Ross tribe.

Although Veria is an old man, she has no dementia yet. During this period, she heard some explanations from her men about the possibility of war.

war? With whom? !

Ah, it is actually a Gotland, the young man finally feels that his axe is sharp enough, and finally intends to take revenge!

On the 6th of April in the Julian calendar, a calm but undercurrent morning.

The fishermen go to the sky, and they believe that there will be clear and less wind in the future. According to the experience of previous years, the spring festival took place just a few days ago. The fishermen have a superstition that after the festival, the sea waves are calm, and the sea monsters will not be caught if they go out to fish.

However, everyone knows that when the sea ice melts, sea fishes that conquer the long winter have become fat and strong, and people with good luck can even catch large fishes that are more than two stikas in length.

There have been brave people who risked death by sea ice or were caught by the legendary sea monster, pushing the fishing boat into the sea, forming a group to avoid the ice and start fishing.

All the shipbuilding workshops all opened the wooden doors of the docks, whether they were large newly-built ships or repaired old ships, they were piled up on the beach on a large scale, waiting for the sacrifices to pass and pushing them into the sea as soon as possible.

Fishing policy? Do not! This is not there.

The Ross tribe is completely dormant for nearly half a year by the extreme cold. As long as the sea ice melts, they must fish.

The spring festival to them is the fishing festival of the Rus.

As the climate became quite mild, Otto wore a leather jacket and swaggered behind the priest Chuanxiner and walked into the longhouse of the priest.

Entering this room is like entering home. He threw the leather jacket to the priest, and sat cross-legged in front of the old-fashioned Vilia in the image of a capable linen.

"High priest, you call me. What do you want to explain to me? About the sacrifice?"

"Of course! Everything is the same as in previous years."

Veria coughed lightly in his throat, without any procrastination, and said frankly: "I watch the sky at night and also know the sea ice situation. The time for this year has been set, and it will be April 15th, which is nine days later. ."

Otto pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "It's a day earlier than yesterday."

"The date of the spring festival varies from year to year. The important thing is that we made the sacrifice." Veria said bitterly: "After the festival, you have already taken the tribe to Novgorod. You must start now. This matter!"

"Yes, I still won't let you down this year."

"Of course you won't let me down, but!" Vilia stretched her neck, her old hand gripped her crutch tightly, and she asked with a very serious attitude: "Leader, I heard something. You plan to take it. Are the people starting a war?!"

war? ! Whenever he hears this word, Otto is completely vigilant based on instinct.

"Look at your nervousness, those rumors seem to be true. Chief, after so many years, you finally intend to avenge your brother."

At this moment, Otto couldn't argue.

But regarding the war, the priests have always supported it. Veria is very old, and in her long life she has witnessed the Rus people's northward pioneering and wars with neighboring nations.

Until now, the Ross people have not failed! What is the failure? No one knows.

Otto thought for a while and explained honestly: "I haven't made up my mind about this matter."

"Oh? In fact, do you have an objection in your heart?" Veria asked deliberately. The implication was actually to encourage the leader to send troops.

"The murder of my brother, I will never forget it. I must avenge this hatred by the Gotlandians. But is it advantageous for us to launch an action soon? Are our people in the same hatred and hatred? Now, the young people in the tribe are more eager Revenge is more about taking away the Gotland's treasure. They are brave. I support them, and I will not restrain their bold attempts."

Veria narrowed his eyes and said along the way: "In fact, you are worried that the young people's actions will seriously violate your next plan?"

"Ah! You who know me are still you, great priest." Otto cheered up and let out a sigh.

Veria had already seen Otto's mind and said: "Our future needs those young powers. Besides, we dormant in Roseburg praying for shelter from the mountains and the cold. This is not a long-term solution at all. We must fight out. If young people lack the correct command of the leader, they will make trouble."

"Yes, so I plan to build a new stronghold. It must be a warm area where wheat can be grown, and it must be far enough away from our enemies. I have chosen an approximate location and I am ready. I will spend some time The settlements are well built, and we strive to eat the wheat we grow before the new winter."

Veria nodded: "I know this too, and I fully support your decision."

"When the sacrifice is over, I will gather the shrewd people of the tribe together, and I will discuss these matters with them."

"Let's go south to avenge the Gotland people? You really have to get together and discuss it. Chief, I think our tribe will come out this year. As a leader, you are taking a risk."

From Villa's tone, Otto felt a hint of danger. Of course, grievances must be reported, but is the timing reasonable?

He reluctantly replied: "I will definitely arrange it, and all our actions will be triumphant."

"You must win, I hope we have very few losses." After saying that, Vilia let out a long sigh, and suddenly her eyes widened: "There is one more thing, Rurik hasn't come to me these days. , I heard he was in the smithy? Is it still about the steel sword?"

"This... is actually something else."

Otto really didn't want to say any more. So, when his son saw the glass bottle of the big merchant Gould, he heared on the spot and heard Odin's oracle, so he happily went to the blacksmith's shop to discuss the production. Matters of glass bottles. What the son has to do has never failed. Otto believes that his son may succeed and earn more money as a result.

It was Otto who focused his experience on new voyages during this period.

Children of the tribe? Let them play freely, run freely in this small world of Roseburg, and play savage games.

"Maybe Rurik has some fantastic ideas again." Villa continued to ask. "He stays in the blacksmith's shop and continues to want to make money?"

"Yes... Yeah. He is addicted to making money now, and I have to admit that Rurik is really a business genius."

"Just to make money?" Veria interrogated: "Boss, what are you hiding."

Otto gritted his teeth and inadvertently revealed his displeasure: "Liu Rick... he intends to establish his own power, with at least a hundred servants, and to hire a guard loyal to him only. He plans to spend his own money to raise this group of people, and if he is willing, he may plan to raise more people."

Upon hearing this, Veria's heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand.

Her heart was violently agitated, and her old hands couldn't help pressing the position of the heart, and she sat quietly for a while in Otto's horror before relieving her energies.

"High priest, you... are you okay."

"I'm okay, I can't die." Veria bit the last few teeth, lifted up and revealed that he closed his eyes, making a contemplative look.

"High priest, are you really okay?"

"I'm normal." Veria sighed up to the sky, looking at the longhouse beams with empty eyes, and sighed: "Rulik is indeed different from you, Otto. You just want to be a chief, and he wants to be an Austrian chief. Gusto!"

"Augustus? What does this mean." Otto asked puzzled.

Otto didn't know the meaning of the word "Augustus", and even felt that its pronunciation was somewhat similar to his own name.

Veria, who continued to look at the beams, laughed with relief: "My leader, maybe your son will become the leader of the entire alliance. It's even more than that! If he can conquer the entire sea, if he succeeds. Now, he is Augustus."

Unify the positive sea area? Otto himself did not have such ambitions, and even felt that it was unnecessary, and he did not care about it. The son inherits the position of Chief Ross, as long as the people are managed well, so that everyone can get what they want, and he is a good chief. Otto felt that the final result of his son's struggle was at best as the leader of the tribal alliance, allowing the Ross tribe to replace the Mellaren tribe.

"High priest, what exactly do you mean by Augustus, is it...is it greater than fuherra (the biggest leader, the leader of the tribe)?"

"Of course. The leader of the Romans is called Augustus, and the king of Frank also wants to get this title. Once he knows the greatness of this title, all the capable people want him. I have taught you this for a long time. Vocabulary, it seems that he really intends to implement it."

"Huh? It started when he planned to raise a group of servants and guards?" Otto asked puzzledly.

"Perhaps. Chief, you can go back. Think about what I said, and I will continue to prepare for the sacrifice."

"But this word..."

"Don't ask too much." Villa waved his hand, "Do what you should do and support all your son's actions."

Otto didn't think much, since the high priest didn't want to let himself stay for a long time, he left early. When he went out, he didn't take Veria's words about "Augustus" too much to heart.

But Veria was very relieved about this. She really couldn't figure out how could such a word pop out of her mind when she was talking to Otto?

Yes, it must be an oracle!

Correct! It must be Odin who has given his blessing again, and will guide Rurik into the "Augustus" of all northerners, that is, the supreme of this cold world with constant disputes. Augustus originally meant "Supreme", and there is still no higher-level vocabulary in the European world, even in the future.

Veria learned this term from those in black from Rome, and knew that it was the highest honorable title that a person could obtain. Of course, the person who obtained it must also have absolute control over a vast area. For mortals, Augustus is like a god!

That's how Veria understood it and was full of admiration for the word.

She still has to work on sacrificial matters, and she also needs to allocate staff to continue to engage in soap making in order to earn more silver coins.

The priests started making soap, and the once impoverished priests suddenly became rich.

There is a saying that Lurik eats meat~www.mtlnovel.com~ The priests ate some of the minced meat and bone soup on the bones, even so they still made a lot of fortune. Over the past few months, the priests have earned a total of 800 silver coins, because once the soap is done, it will be taken away, and the purchase price will be paid by Rurik as soon as possible. This kind of good day when you can see the silver for the first time as long as you produce is really dreamlike.

With money, the sacrifice can be more gorgeous and more solemn.

With the money, all the priests began to dress and dress themselves, using their own soap to clean their bodies and clothes. They also bought new linen clothes and tailored a lot of new clothes. In order to make the sacrifice smooth, they, along with the tribal girls who helped them, also prepared new small linen robes.

Everyone has become tidy, and because of wearing amber, people have become more beautiful.

The nine-day period is really short, the day of the big sacrifice is just around the corner, and this day has finally arrived!

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