The people of the tribe believed the prophecies of the priest the most, and they also believed the words of the wise man Veria.

The anxiety of the onlookers was instantly eliminated, and then the negative emotions of the entire tribe would also disappear.

People began to disperse, only Niya and Rurik were left behind by the priest Velia.

"Great priest, do you have an important charge?" Niya always admired Vilia in her heart, and was even a little scared.

"Your son, Rurik, he is the one blessed by Odin." Vilia thought for a while, and had an idea, "Actually, you can leave. Your son will stay with me today."

"Are some orders?"

Villa casually said: "Odin gave me more enlightenment about Rurik. I have to explain some things to him face to face. I thought about it again. Maybe you don't listen to these words."

At this moment, Rurik is a little dazed. He looked at the elderly Grandma Veria, and only felt that the old man was kind and worthy of being close to.

He asked his mother what's going on now.

Niya caressed her son's shoulder and looked at Vilia: "Well, I will hand him over to you." Then he bent down: "The priest wants to say something to you. That is Valhalla's enlightenment to you. Don't you You can refuse, you know?"

"Um...I get it." Rurik nodded, thinking in his heart, I am afraid that the innocent grandmother Veria has her own words to say, and it is not suitable for outsiders to know.

Lurik followed Veria cautiously into the priest's residence, and today is also his first visit here.

"Child, don't be nervous, just follow me." Veria asked.

Lurik hummed, he opened his eyes wide and looked left and right, curiously observing everything he saw.

Villa, holding a cane, slowly turned into a small room in the chief priest's house.

It was a dark room. Seeing Villa walk in, an inexplicable sense of fear immediately occupied Rurik's body.

After all, until now, he still doesn't know what this long-lived grandma Veria is going to do.

"Don't be afraid." Veria kindly ordered, and then she lit the oil lamp in the room.

Lurik questioned cautiously: "Honorable priest, this is..."

"You can call me grandma, my child." Veria beckoned, and Rurik walked in obediently.

There are some wooden counters on display in this room, on which some wooden boards are neatly placed, and there are even scrolls.

Thinking about it with his toes, Rurik also knew that this must be some bookshelf.

Those wooden boards and scrolls must be classics treasured by the tribe. When he thought of this, Rurik was suddenly full of curiosity.

Is it possible that the Vikings, who are known for their barbaric sea robbers, have their own books? !

Villa slowly turned around, and the exaggerated wrinkles on her face were illuminated by the dim oil lamp, enhancing the comforting kindness.

"Ruriek, my child, do you know where this is?"

"It's... it's a mysterious place. I saw those wooden boards, and the carvings on them must be written, which recorded some stories."

Villa was really excited when he heard this.

For decades, the only child in the entire tribe could say that they are books.

Villa tried to suppress the excitement in his heart, a pair of squinted eyes suddenly opened at this moment.

"Rurik, I tell you, these wooden boards are books. What is a book? Use words to record a lot of past events, and engrave them on wooden boards or write them on sheepskin. It is a book."

At this moment, Rurik understood the vocabulary of "book" in Old Norse, and the big concept was "bokk".

After all, the Danes and Norwegians who invaded Britain spoke Old Norse, and a large number of words were basically similar in pronunciation. Therefore, a large number of Gnostic vocabulary directly entered into Old English, and finally affected the language after a thousand years.

"But grandma, you brought me here, do you want me to learn the contents of the book?"

"Of course! Of course it is like this..." At this moment, Veria couldn't help expressing her excitement. For the time being, she breathed a sigh of relief and said straightforwardly: "My child, I have a dream."

"Your dream? Is it about me? Do you want me to be the leader?"

Facing a rare boy who can be taught by a child, Veria approached Rurik, his old palm stroking his immature head.

"My dear, you will indeed become the new leader in many years. I hope that you will become a leader full of wisdom."

"Like Russian father Otto?"

"No!" Veria shook his head, "He is just smarter than the ordinary people of the tribe, and you are far better than your father. You have the potential in this area, in order to make it a reality, I think you must make this Learn all the knowledge in the room."

With the old hand still on his forehead, Rurik raised his head slightly, staring at the old grandmother with wide eyes.

"Grandma, I am willing to learn this knowledge, this is not just to satisfy your hope. I think since I want to become the leader of the future, I must know more."

"You!" Rurik's enlightenment was completely beyond Veria's imagination.

She forced to calm down, and continued: "You really need to know this knowledge. Your father knows some of it, and maybe you will be happy to know all."

"I will. But what is this knowledge."

"You sit down first, I will tell you slowly."

has been for many years. This "library" houses all the intellectual heritage of the Rus tribe, and Rurik is its rare visitor.

Lurik sat on a pair of animal skins pretendingly, and listened to Veria's explanation.

Rurik was not too surprised by the results she told. The wooden boards and scrolls squeezed here are mainly the past of the Rus tribe, which is their own history.

They are the Ross tribe! One day it will become a great group, and Rurik is the forerunner of this change.

The torrent of history is on the body, and Rurik is also willing to follow the development of this context.

Now he never thought that the Ross tribe actually recorded their own history. If these wooden scrolls were lost, everything about the Rus tribe would be a mystery before they settled in Novgorod!

"Now that you understand what the board records, you should remember it, because your father remembered part of it, do you have a reason to remember it all."

Liurik nodded obediently: "I understand."

"No..." Villa shook his head, "Child, you need to know more. Your father can serve the crowd and become a leader. Why can he serve the crowd? It's all because he has a lot of knowledge, and he can explain Austria. Ding's will."

At this point, Veria was very calm, and asked seriously: "Ruriek, do you completely believe in Valhalla and the existence of it?"

"This..." Rurik was a little puzzled. He didn't believe in these myths on purpose. Taking into account the feelings of the priest Veria, he finally nodded: "I believe it. Just like when I was born, you told the people that I was Someone blessed by Odin."

Villa laughed lowly for a while, and then said, "That's my strategy, my child."

"Ah! So, am I not?" Rurik deliberately put on a surprised look.

"No! Now it seems that my judgment is not wrong. You are indeed the person blessed by Audi. But there are some things you need to understand. You have seen everything just now. I took out the ruby and signaled everyone that they will come back safely. Actually, I'm not entirely sure about this. I'm sorry, my child. I can't judge your father's situation.

Villa said that, Rurik felt very strange. It's not because she can't complete the correct divination, it's certainly impossible for her to do such supernatural things. She is a long-lived person who is respected in this age of ignorance.

There is only one thing that surprised Rurik. It was Veria who admitted that divination was invalid.

"So, my father's situation..." Rurik asked pretending to be surprised.

"I'm sorry, my child. We are all mortals. Odin will not frequently respond to prayers because of a few fish. Odin will only send the Valkyrie to search for the warriors. Valhalla will not give us any trivial things. Revelation. Only in some special events, I can get the revelation of Valhalla, such as your identity, you are indeed blessed."

Villa's words are really suffocating, Rurik couldn't think she could explain this way.

Lurik asked quickly: "Then my father and them..."

"Don't worry." Veria stroking Rurik's head again, soothing: "They must have brought too much wealth, which delayed the return time. In my long life, there have been many voyages. It took more than forty days before and after. Those women are too young, but they have waited a little longer, thinking that their husbands are gone. In fact, on the contrary, they will bring back huge wealth."

"I hope it's true," Rurik muttered.

"This is true, you are worthy of trust. Boy, I know what you are doing this time. Obviously you already have a certain charisma~www.mtlnovel.com~ You have more incredible ideas to train those children, this well."

"Ah! Do you support it?"

"Of course, you can continue to train them, and you have to come to me to learn the knowledge on the plank. You are very small now, and you have a lot of time for learning instead of wasting fighting games. If you think you can, we are now Let's start. I'm very willing to teach you. Child, you should be able to understand that my time is running out. You must become the new wise man of the tribe as soon as possible."

At this moment, Rurik has no resistance at all.

The long house of the priest is very warm, and secondly, he himself is very kind to the past of the tribe.

The elderly Veria gained a wave of strength from the boy with the golden ponytail. She eagerly took a few wooden boards and placed them in front of Rurik.

Just a glance, Rurik was completely dumbfounded.

Why? I saw densely engraved symbols on it, they were very neatly carved, and Rurik also knew that this was the Luen script that the priests were particularly proficient in. The Luen script used to record the tribe's own history, and Rurik could not understand it at all.

They are like the scriptures of the heavens, but the Luen script is also a kind of Pinyin script, which determines that its amount of information is limited.

Even though there are a lot of boards here, the amount of information is not that much.

Lurik stared at the wooden board and frowned: "Grandma, I don't understand."

Villia smiled knowingly: "It's only temporary. I will teach you how to use letters in the next few days. You are a rare and smart child. You are likely to learn in a few days. The slowest month is enough. Dark night In the next winter, you can no longer lead those children to train, and you can't waste your time. Just come to me to learn. After the new winter, you will be able to understand all the wooden boards and scrolls."