After receiving Rurik's order, Klavasson, who returned home, immediately filled the stove with charcoal.

He has decided that if he doesn't get the twenty glasses out and heat them up, he will not rest.

The forging sound of the smithy disappeared, replaced by a faint wind.

Cravason asked his sleeping wife to help him operate the air bag blower, while he himself paid attention to the molten material in the cauldron.

The night did not interrupt his work at all. After the pressed cup was plasticized, he used tongs to clamp it out of the mold and set it aside. Twenty cups are all completed, even if there are still raw materials left, Klavasen will not continue to make them.

All the unburned charcoal in the hearth was dumped at the door, and Kravasson added some more firewood. He made a smoldering charcoal fire and put all the newly made lead glass into it. The rest is just waiting. Clavasson sits outdoors with his elderly wife, talking about his son's marriage, talking about the money he can make in the future, talking a lot...

Roseburg seemed to have finally fallen into silence, but it was not.

The triumphant heroes were praised by their families, and because the money-sharing conference was tomorrow, many people were so excited that they couldn't sleep at all.

Those who couldn't sleep were the priests, and Harrodsson, who counted the coins himself.

In the previous Sorgon fleet returning, it takes time to prepare for the reasonable distribution of materials, and the inventory of materials can be described as the most important thing.

Harrodsson completely defeated the sleepiness with his inner excitement, and he did not expect the large number of coins to count.

"130,000 silver coins, a thousand gold coins! So much money!" He knelt directly on his knees in the chief priest's house, and beside him, there were boxes full of gold and silver, and another pile of worthless copper coins.

In fact, the so-called quiet night is very short. When Kravasson pulled the heat-treated glass out of the burned ashes, Harrodsson really completed the inventory of the trophies.

Getting closer and closer to that "Night of Night", that day is the summer solstice.

In the boundary of Roseburg, the night time is shortening every day.

The fishermen who followed the sunrise rowed to the sea shortly after the sun rose, and the few boats that fished at night also returned victoriously.

The people of Roseburg started a day that seemed ordinary but excited.

After the fish market closed in the morning, the young people who participated in the war flocked to the priest's longhouse, waiting to receive their own money.

Many of them have forgotten exhaustion and stayed up all night, thinking that they can hold a huge amount of wealth and sleep all night.

Their eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and Harrodsson, who finished the count, was exactly the same.

The outdoor air was cool and fresh, and Harrodsson, who had been resting for a long time, heard the noise of the outdoors. He walked out of the long room of the priest and wanted to take a deep breath, when he saw his subordinates arrive.

He stretched out his hands like the leader Otto did, and greeted: "Brothers, don't make noise with the priest. Keep quiet, we will soon start to divide the money!"

Harrodsson said so, and everyone was even more noisy.

After all, this guy is not the real leader, so why listen carefully to his instructions. Getting money is the last word.

"I'm not the leader anyway." Harrodsson shrugged, went back into the long house, and had a face-to-face with the priest Bona who was just resting.

"Priest, the money handed over to you is there. There are two big boxes, 30,000 silver coins and a small amount of gold coins, some gems and jewelry. I will distribute the rest of the money immediately, do you have no opinion?"

How does Bona have an opinion? At the thought of huge wealth, she was overjoyed from ear to ear.

She tried to calm down and said: "We are very satisfied with your gift. Next, we will distribute the trophies to the warriors. We should participate in this matter."

"This...maybe you don't have to bother you."

"No." Bona waved his hand in objection, "The high priest is getting older, and I am now responsible for a lot of etiquette. I will take up the position of the new high priest, and now I feel that we should distribute the money to every warrior personally. In hand."

"Is it really necessary?" Harozuosen asked inexplicably.

"It's necessary." Bona squeezed her waist as a matter of course: "Don't forget who prayed for your victory. It's ours! For such a complete victory, we also have to thank God for his grace."

Harozuosen was right to think about it. He couldn't help but yawn to prove his exhaustion, so he compromised with the priests, and even told how to distribute the coins.

Is it really necessary for the priests to pay money?

Pooh! But Bona had never seen so much gold and silver, and she couldn't wait to warm every silver coin in her hand. Even if the priests now have a public wealth of more than 30,000 silver coins.

What a huge fortune! Its ownership belongs to all priests. Specifically, the right to use wealth is in the hands of the high priest.

How many years can Veria live? Bona felt that the old man was afraid that only two or three years of life would be left. More pessimistically, he might die in the next winter.

At that time, Bona will officially take over, and a new era will begin.

Even if she has not succeeded, Bona's mentality has changed drastically overnight.

It's not just that her mentality has changed, and the work that should have continued to boil oil today has also been suspended. Why? The purpose of boiling oil to make soap is to make money, and now the priest controls 30,000 silver coins, so what else does he work for? All you need to do is to pamper yourself and enjoy your life, and to preside over the ceremony during festivals, that's enough.

Bona can't wait to show her existence to the triumphant warriors!

She greeted the lower priests who had already obeyed her orders: "Go, help them carry the boxes. We will give the warriors money! In the name of Valhalla!"

Bona deliberately said some high-level words to highlight her identity, but this time, she was so confident that she took away the antler helmet that the real high priest was only worthy of.

In the chief priest's house, she held this antler helmet, which had been passed down for generations, in her hands, and mumbled triumphantly: "Now, you finally belong to me. The high priest, Bona, a person whom even the chief would admire. ."

After muttering, she put the helmet on top of her head, as if she had replaced Veria.

Upon seeing this, a lower priest with a rational and principled mind hurried over and said cautiously: "Bona, is it too early for you to be like this? Our high priest..."

"Is there a problem? It's just a while ago! Parla, you can call me high priest now."

"No... it's too early." The young priestess Palla shook her head.

"Are you questioning me?"

"You..." Parla saw the threat in Bona's eyes. She was indeed very disgusted with Bona's arrogance this morning. Considering that Bona's succession was a certainty, Palla had to hook her head down and whispered to her heart. One sentence: "Yes, high priest."

All the young priestesses were working together to carry the heavy money box, and Palla wrapped the golden braid on her head like a beautiful patterned collar.

This Palla is by no means a beautiful woman, her chin is square, and the texture of the muscles can be seen when she rolls up the sleeves. She is really a strong woman.

The long-term oil work has allowed her to develop very good arm muscles, even carrying a cash box.

She and her companion struggled to carry the box, but Bona herself wore a helmet with antlers and a huge shawl made of deerskin, which looked like a high priest.

Obviously, Bona is already playing a new role.

No, Bona opened the leather curtain of the priest's long house and faced the many warriors in such a posture.

The high priest actually appeared, and her image was completely renewed!

In fact, Arik arrived long ago, he and his brothers who had gone through the battle became one, and everyone gathered here to have a good time.

A linen bag was hidden in the leather jacket that Arik was wearing, and inside it was the glass that his brother gave him. If he really got this treasure from his younger brother for free, Arik would still feel a little guilty in his heart.

This time, at the venue where the trophies were distributed, Arik's main purpose was to receive at least twenty pounds of silver belonging to him. For this reason, he also brought four linen pockets to carry coins.

Secondly, it is to show the glass in public to help the younger brother do some publicity.

He was thinking about the work of getting money very quickly, but he did not expect that the high priest was changed.

Arik left the speechless crowd and asked first: "You are Bona! How do you put on the high priest's antler helmet? Is our high priest...dead?"

"No! Pay attention to your tone, young man! The high priest is still resting, I will do the things for today." As he said, Bona lifted up to reveal with confidence, and continued to face her fellow clan.

She was completely ceremonial, struggling to stretch her arms, and the whole person was bathed in the morning golden sunlight.

She just hopes to have a holy posture with the ancestral antler helmet that everyone considers sacred. Although there is no real successor, she is officially performing the job of high priest!

Arik shook his head: "No! Since you are not the high priest, please take off your helmet."

"Is it necessary?" Bona still stretched her chin, and she looked at Arik with a clear and contemptuous look.

"No! You are not qualified!" Arik clenched the hilt of the sword, and walked over.

As Arik who made great contributions, he is now full of self-confidence! He prides himself that he has a greater responsibility, that is, to help his uncle, who is like his biological father, and his cousin who is cute and effective, to maintain the proper order of the tribe.

He stepped forward and tried to take off Niya's helmet fiercely, but Harrodsson prevented this move.

"Uncle? Why? You stop me!"

"Calm down! Young man," Haroldoson said harshly.

"But, she is not the high priest!"

"She will be the high priest sooner or later, I know what you are struggling with. Is it necessary? Harrodsson continues to criticize."

"Of course it is necessary." Arik did his part, still taking off Bona's helmet.

Bona was also taken aback by the young man's impulse, and saw that the young man had been holding the hilt of the sword, subconsciously walking back three steps.

In this scene, Palla, who was still carrying the box behind, looked at An Shuang, and she secretly snickered.

Harrodsson only hopes to divide the money early, and then he can take his own wealth and go home to take a good rest under the wait of the two maids.

He continued to grab Arik's arm and pulled it to his side, and sternly warned: "Don't be impulsive, young man! They are Odin's servants, you have to respect them. Listen, today they are responsible for sending money, all you have to do is Just get the money."

"However, Veria is not dead." Arik continued to emphasize.

"That old man's life is almost over. Have you forgotten her body that looked like a dead branch at the Spring Festival? The high priest now has a good rest every day. Although she may be in her sleep, her soul will be summoned by Valhalla. "

"The high priest is really dying?" Arik asked in astonishment.

"You think? Be polite to Bona now."

"Actually, my request is very simple." Arik said: "As long as she takes off the helmet, she can say anything."

"No, I'm afraid she won't be able to do this. Don't do anything too aggressive. Attention, this is the entrance to the long house of the priest!"

Arik naturally has a sense of awe for the gods. He shook his head and stopped talking nonsense, and his arms relaxed.

Arik didn't apologize, nor expressed anything. He backed away, asking for a solution to these things when his uncle returned.

The antler helmet was originally a symbol of the authority of the dead priest, but now it is even more different! Because the high priest has the right to control the public property of the priests. In the past, those so-called property were daily necessities that could be consumed quickly, but now they are very different.

More than 30,000 silver coins! Bona loves money, but now she just wants to take it as her own right away. If you were to serve as the high priest now, the wealth would naturally fall into your own hands.

The antler helmet has become the proof of the owner of huge wealth!

I don't know what Haro Zossen and Arik said, Bona is fortunate that Arik is back in the team, maybe that brat has accepted the reality?

The heavy box was finally placed on the ground, and Bona replaced Harozossen and continued to walk towards the crowd with open arms.

She stopped abruptly and announced in public the wealth that everyone could share.

"Warlord Harrodsson received two thousand silver coins. The Second War leader Arik." Speaking of this, Bona accidentally knocked, "It is also two thousand silver coins. Anyone else who participated in the action was alive and dead. Yes, they are all two hundred and twenty silver coins..."

Silver coins, gold coins, and copper coins, the distribution method is actually negotiated by everyone, so Bona's move may be a bit redundant.

Precisely because he had made plans long ago, including commanding operations and making meritorious services, Arik gets ten times the wealth of others. This is also recognized by everyone. Because everyone worships heroes and supports heroes to get more treasures.

Regarding who participated in the action, such people can be distinguished from each other. Furthermore, the strips of white cloth tied to the arms during the night attack are now also in handy. The families of those who died also got the cloth strips and learned that the bodies of the relatives who died in the battle were taken to an island for burial. The deceased did not return to the cemetery in Roseburg, and the Tombstone Island would become another stronghold for the Ross people, which made the families of the war dead very gratified.

Bona is going to arrogate to the end!

Although the antler helmet was heavy, she didn't care at all.

A weighing wooden balance was taken out, and the priests used her to weigh the priest's tribute on weekdays, and now it is more appropriate to use it to weigh coins.

The young priestess was on the flat ground. UU Reading www.uuknshu.com quickly made a platform out of stones and planks, and a wooden balance was placed on it.

In fact, the so-called two thousand silver coins are actually the so-called "twenty pounds of silver." Silver coins in this time and space are not perfectly round after all, so when using them, weighing is the last word. When it is only used in small amounts, the merchant will look at its appearance and give a conclusion about its quality, and then re-estimate the value.

Bona continued to face everyone, screaming to order people who saw a large amount of coins to remain calm, and also to call on the onlookers to shut up. : "Now you are ready, it is better to line up for me! Those who get the money immediately step aside, and it is forbidden to come back and try to claim it again."

As he said, Bona's fingers deliberately pointed at the sun in the sky: Attention, your actions are all watched by the Valhalla gods, and any wrong actions will cause your souls to be abandoned by Odin. Remember! No! Deceive the priest. Don't deceive the gods!"

In fact, Bona was afraid that people would pretend to be collars. Today, she presumptuously put on the antler helmet, and she was indeed a little guilty.

In the past, because of the prestige and charisma of Veria and Otto, when distributing the spoils, no one pretended to claim them and claim them repeatedly.

Bona had to emphasize that she was also cheering herself up.

In full view, she put a carved stone of two pounds into the bronze pallet hanging from a wooden balance.

It has to be said that the weight measurement tools of the Rus people are, in the final analysis, introduced from ancient Greece along with the ancient trade lines.

She measured the silver coins of twenty pounds in ten times, and counted another ten gold coins. This is the trophy belonging to the battle commander!

Not surprisingly, Harrodsson became a coin collector.

The next one is Arik.