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Now, Theresia the Blackbird sits quietly in King Ross's palace. It was the first time for her to come here, and she was taken aback by the ferocious bear's head for decoration as soon as she entered the main hall on the first floor.

In terms of this building alone, it is far inferior to the magnificent Aachen Palace.

However, many details here are full of humanistic care. It is not depressing and has a strong sense of life. What's even more wonderful is that there are toilets, bathing facilities, and even rooms where dry food and clean water can be eaten immediately. What you need does not have to be served by full-time servants, especially some snacks. It is extremely convenient to get them immediately when you are hungry.

For more than half a year, she has adapted to the new Ross-style life in the Great Temple. Compared with the oppressive feeling of living in the Royal Palace of Aachen, she is also taught by various precepts in the Great Temple. Obviously, those rules are far less strict and rigid than those in Aachen.

For example, during the Aachen period, as a princess, sharing the bed with the personal maid Alicia was a strictly forbidden behavior. She had no friends and deliberately did it secretly, even if she was found out, she would be punished.

That's why, at that time, Alicia would be physically punished, and then carried back by the princess, and poor Alicia's calf would be whipped again after a while.

The master on the stall was really a torture to Alicia, and she didn't want to spend a boring life as a nun in the future, so after being captured by Ross' young general Askad Alexon, she resolutely recognized her new master and ushered in another life.

There is no such commandment in the territory of the Ross people. The women here are full of strength, and female warriors abound.

Many things that cannot be done in the Royal Palace of Aachen can be done here

You can do it with confidence. In Aachen, even if guarding the huge hot spring, it is a forbidden area for all the women in the palace. In New Roseburg, although there are no hot springs here, anyone can take a bath any way they want, even the magical sauna.

Aachen has too much depression, and life in New Roseburg is relatively free, even unrestrained and violent.

But the inspection just now was a kind of humiliation, even though the inspection was carried out by a noble high priest, a noble woman.

Her body was tossed and pulled back and forth, and even her own hair was pulled hard to ensure that not a single needle could be hidden inside.

She sat quietly on the leather cushion like this, and her boring waiting spirit began to tire.

"Did you think I would hurt King Ross?" Blackbird muttered suddenly.

Rumia was taken aback for a moment, silently showing a fierce look, and threatened, "If so, King Ross will easily cut your neck."

"I dare not, and I won't. I want to be Theresia the Blackbird, and I don't want to be Gisla anymore. It's just that you...have been holding on to it." She muttered silently.

"Could it be that it can be cut? You can give up your old beliefs, but you can't deny your own flesh and blood."

"You..." Blackbird continued to hook its head, staring blankly at the leather mat and wooden floor: "Take me as a tool."

"But why are you not a tool? Your father raised you as a tool."

These words went straight to the bottom of Blackbird's heart, and I remembered that Blue Fox kept saying that about himself at that timeit was just a tool.

Maybe it's because I am such an existence, Uncle Lian

Ludwig also refused to take him in, even suggesting that "she should have a decent death".

It is true that I am a princess, or as a marriage tool, or go to a monastery to spend the rest of my life, and I have never been qualified to plan my life.

If Rumia wanted to take this girl in from Blue Fox, she naturally had to learn as many details as possible from her mouth, so that he told Rumia about the housework of the Frankish royal family that Blue Fox discovered in Aachen.

Whether the story is true or not, what is absolutely true is that in the past, Gisla was used as a tool for choosing an opportunity, just because she was not a prince.

The blackbird felt as if a weight had been weighed down in its heart, and fell silent again.

"At least, the blue fox regards you as family. But... you are the princess of the enemy country after all. You are in Ross, and only King Ross can decide your fate. I advise you not to do anything stupid." Rumia finally said.

Did the blackbird listen? The child kept staring blankly at the wooden floor, feeling strangely quiet.

On the other hand, Verika, who was impatient, complained about being bored and swayed from side to side. Now she has curled up and fell asleep like a kitten.

Governor Konusson Jr. treated the newly arrived soldiers with the treatment of a normal garrison. A batch of solid iron pots were set up, and a large amount of oats mixed with some rye and buckwheat were poured into it and boiled, and some chopped onions and thyme were added for aromatic seasoning.

A group of hired cooks will boil the wheat into a paste, which will take some time.

The most indispensable large-scale livestock in the capital is reindeer. In ancient times, the area around Lake Ladoga was herded by Karelians and related tribes.

In the field, the victory many years ago allowed Ross to seize a large number of reindeer, and immediately used those submissive deer breeders (Lapps, Sami) to breed deer for the kingdom.

The kingdom's deer herd had a huge population from the very beginning. After the violent war, no one threatened Ross's power in this space. All living people were Ross people in various forms.

Those deer breeders are legally "slaves of the king", and they seem to be of low status because of this status, but they get a kind of privilege protection. Legally, they are directly responsible to the king, and the legally held property in their hands is also the property of the king-reindeer with a population of more than 100,000 heads.

The stable environment made a group of northern deer breeders go south to the Ladoga Lake area, where they were recruited for herding in the territory of the former Karelian tribal union. Now spring and summer are the breeding season of deer, and it is also the trading period of reindeer products.

The population of registered deer breeders is slowly increasing. Although the high priest Rumia is from this ethnic group, this ethnic group has not been significantly elevated by the existence of the kingdom's high priest. They get paid for grazing for the king, so those deer-breeding families grouped into family clans began to have more family property than before, and the largest property was the reindeer itself.

With a large number of reindeer in their hands, they can tell which ones belong to the king and which ones belong to themselves.

Just because a group of deer farmers are no longer illiterate, the younger they are, the more they can acquire some key cultural knowledge. The younger generation can already understand Norse and Slavic languages transcribed in Roman letters.

They began to get the right to education, and they also realized that they wanted to live as well as possible in the Kingdom of Ross.

It is necessary to rely closely on the power of the king.

They raised deer for the king, pulled sleighs for the king, and provided the king with a steady supply of deer hides, antlers, deer bones and venison. No one knows how to raise deer better than them. It is precisely because they are the most professional that Rurik has to focus on them and think about the special services these special loyal servants will provide in future expeditions.

Slaughter some deer from the royal herd to reward the army? Little Cornusson was a little apprehensive.

He sent someone to chat with the deer breeders who were selling deer skins and antlers in the market, and soon a group of private reindeer were driven into the city to be slaughtered quickly.

On one side, wheat is cooked in an iron pot, and on the other side, venison is stewed in an iron pot. An area has become a large open-air kitchen, where the aroma is overflowing and arouses the soldiers' gluttons to eat now.

Stewed barley porridge with a stick of butter and a bowl of salty soup with chunks of venison was Rose's best field meal.

When the king was in the capital, those cooks who were supposed to deliver food to the governor's mansion showed up and regained their status as royal chefs.

There are even some women with special identities living a low-key life as Catholics.

Those were female captives taken from Britain ten years ago. Cooking for the Ross army at that time would kill them. In order to survive, they had no choice but to live. They were even dragged to New Roseburg to separate from the Kingdom of Mercia to which they once belonged.

John Ingvar, a Danish orphan, is still the so-called "Bishop of Ross".

This person is a student of the northern bishop Eskiel, and in Eskiel's view, this son exists like a son, but the existence of "Ross Diocese" itself is a kind of joke.

In the Kingdom of Ross quietly existed two

Unremarkable small monastery, they are just two long houses with simple appearance, no standard cross on the roof, only the interior furnishings imitate the church in Hamburg.

John Ingvar had to keep a low profile. As a young man in Rose, he was always conflicted about his identitywhether I was a believer in Odin or a believer in God.

All those Catholic believers who stayed in Ross for various reasons at least had their beliefs. This also includes the old Danish chieftain Harald Clarke who was defeated and abdicated and expelled.

Rurik has indeed carried out the promise of the war three years ago. The political career of the captured Harald Clark is completely over, and his body will be honorably ended in Rose's silent death of old age.

As for the British women who were captured in the earlier period, most of them still maintained their past beliefs in ten years. If they wanted to convert to the northern gods, they could immediately marry the locals and live a normal life.

No matter what choice they make, if they continue to work as cooks for the royal family and the governor's mansion, their living conditions will be extremely good, which can be seen from their well-fed and thick bodies. What about their future? The last princess of Mercia has passed away for many years. She and King Ross have a son. The identity of that boy is already recognized as the legitimate king of Mercia.

King Ross is full of whimsy when it comes to eating, frying and frying

Cooking, frying, stewing, steaming, all kinds of wonderful cooking methods and some special cooking utensils make Rose's state banquets always full of variety.

Before going to bed, Rurik asked for a comfortable meal of braised noodles and a bowl of stewed meat soup.

The cooks had no choice but to knead and wake up the noodles in a hurry. When the strong whole wheat noodles were ready, they waited for the king to cook the noodles immediately after he woke up.

Rurik slept until the sun went down, and then he wriggled vigorously and slowly got up.

At the beginning, I saw a familiar and unfamiliar environment and was in a trance. After patting my face for a while, I suddenly realized: I am going home.

The west is orange-red, and the eastern world has dimmed.

Oil lamps are lit in every household, as are the attic palaces, the Great Temple and the Governor's Palace.

On the first floor of the palace, all the unused bronze oil lamps were lit for the king to receive guests.

On the second and third floors, the lighting facilities here are activated, and the pulley facility raises the chandelier matrix, thus making the interior brightly lit.

Rurik rubbed his eyes and walked out of the sleeping room, yawning, and suddenly saw Rumia waiting for him?

There are two maids accompanying him?

No! One of them is Verika.

"How long have you been waiting?" he asked.

"Not too long. What's an afternoon compared to a whole year waiting for your arrival?"

"Are you berating me?"

"I can not."

"Miss me." Rurik smiled: "I will accompany you well in the next few days. And..."

He glanced at the eldest daughter Verika who was eager to try, and gestured casually: "My baby. Come! Let me hug you."

like listening

When the starting gun fired, Verika, who was sitting on the side legs, bounced up in an instant, and ran into her father's arms, rubbing her left and right cheeks non-stop.

"Dad, I miss you so much... It's been a year... Woohoo."

She dawdled and choked silently, rubbing her waist with one hand and stroking her little head with the other, and Rurik let his daughter get excited and act like a spoiled child.

However, out of the corner of his eyes, he had to notice the only outsider sitting here.

a girl? Whose daughter is she? Gould's? Absolutely not. Asraki's? She has no daughters.

Or, a merchant's daughter who has a close relationship with the high priest?

Even though Rurik quickly went through the process of elimination in his mind, he still had no way of knowing the identity of the girl wearing the priest's robe.

In this secret environment where there should only be close family members, it is so strange that an outsider suddenly pops up.

He patted his daughter's back with a little strength, and pushed Verika slightly away, so that he sat on the ground very casually.

He didn't have any polite words, he pointed at the girl and asked in Norse language: "Who are you? Who gave you the right to enter this king's bedroom?"

"She! She is..." Rumia was about to explain, but the girl quickly took off her burqa and spoke.

The blackbird sat up straight and opened its mouth to speak Latin: "Your army broke into the palace of Aachen majestically, broke into my life and took me away. At that time, did you ever ask me how I felt? Now, I also enter your bedroom majesticly and sit in front of you. King Ross! Do you... know my identity?"

This little girl is so crazy? Wait a minute, what did she say?

Rurik was taken aback, and Rumia also sweated deeply at the girl's astonishing words, and rushed forward subconsciously.

The former covered her mouth and reprimanded: "Shut up! You have no right to be rude to King Ross."

"Let her continue talking!" Rurik ordered, frowning.

"Yes." Rumia had no choice but to let go.

Now the blackbird has no fear, she is not afraid of anything.

"King Ross. I! am a Frank."

"A Frankish girl? How dare you speak to me like that? A nobleman? That word you just mentioned. Aachen?"

"Yes. The Royal Palace of Aachen is my home. I am the daughter of the emperor who was captured by you. The daughter of the Roman emperor."

This was unexpected by Rurik. For a moment, he didn't question him. Let's just trust him. He stood up in shock, and then asked again and again: "The Roman emperor? Your father is Lothair? Your Latin is so good that Rurik is a great nobleman."

"It's Lothar."

"Who are you?"

"Ghisla!" The sharp eyes like a little wolf stared straight at him, and the murderous intent hidden in it made Rurik instinctively alert. "I am Ghisla, my father Lothair the Emperor, and my mother Ermengarde of Tours-Alsace."

She deliberately spoke slowly, hoping that King Ross could listen carefully and understand the meaning of some key words.

Rurik heard it clearly, and thanks to the girl's Church Latin, she spoke perfectly, and there was no ambiguity in the key nouns.

Those nouns all refer to certain characters, and after a little thought, aren't they all old acquaintances?

"You? You're supposed to have an aunt named Edgard."

Now, it was the blackbird's turn to frown. "King Ross, do you... know my aunt?"

"I don't know

. But I know your aunt's husband Robert. "

"Robert. Robert of the Rheingau. Well, but he is my father's enemy. It was their war, and finally the war involved me...you." The blackbird settled down: "You sacked Aachen! You killed people everywhere in the city! I was almost killed by you too."

It was an emotion that had been suppressed for half a year, and it was vented to King Ross in an instant.

The massacre of Aachen, this matter is called a major victory of the expeditionary force in the letter of the blue fox. In addition to the massacre of Maastricht and the massacre of Liege, in short, the expeditionary force will kill people as soon as it arrives.

The girl's complaints were just to vent her emotions, she was a little louder but she didn't feel bitter, maybe she was born with a good ability to control emotions?

"So, what should I call you? Gisla?" Rurik adjusted his mood and asked calmly.

"Call me Blackbird. Ghisla, it's over. I've renounced God, the Lord I betrayed. Now, I'm Priest of Roth, I'm servant of the gods..."

Just this one sentence, the amount of information is enough to discuss for a day and a night.

Rurik is full of interest in the girl, and he has to admit that she is very bold. She still maintains the arrogance of a nobleman in the face of a king who can take her own life~www.mtlnovel.com~ But it is meaningless to evaluate her courage. Rurik never knew that there was such a great nobleman who was firmly controlled in the capital of Ross. She could enter the Great Temple and be led by the High Priest

Action, such a major event, as the king himself, is completely unaware.

"Blue Fox. You lied to me! Why didn't you mention such a big thing in the letter?" Rurik thought silently, planning to take the time to pull that fellow Blue Fox to him and question him.

Thinking about it again, a Frankish princess falls into his hands, what does Gisla have? With nothing but a good mouth and a bold heart, she's at the mercy of everyone.

She is Lothair's daughter, and Lothair is the target of the second round of expeditionary forces.

Does a father ignore his daughter?

Although he was a rascal, Rurik had a plan in mindto take Gisla to Frank, control them as hostages, and threaten Lothair to submit in some possible situations.