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Eskil was leaning on the cross stick he had just made, and was wearing a black robe, with a black round hat covering his bald head.

Two seemingly dull little entourages followed closely behind.

The three followed the mercenary soldiers who reported the news and approached the Duke's mansion cautiously.

"It's here! Stop it."

The guarded soldiers stopped the three.

"What? We have a problem?" Eskil asked.

"Come here, check them for a murder weapon."

Hearing this, Eskil felt very angry. He quickly explained, "We are the pursuit of the sacred, and we will not carry any weapons."

This was heard by Jeflo, who was watching.

"Without weapons?" He walked with his head up. "I heard many things in Britain. Those kingdoms have the same faith, what you call the sacred faith. Without sharp weapons? Your fight is not more merciful than ours."

"This... is that they are not religious enough."

"Don't come to this one." Yevlo continued to order, "Brothers, check it out."

In Frank, the eucharist of the priest is not to be defiled! When the people saw the priest, they either bowed or knelt down, hoping for salvation.

Eskil felt a hint of humiliation, but the two entourages didn't care anymore.

They couldn't bring any sharp weapons against the Duke, but the wooden cross stick was temporarily confiscated.

At this moment, Rurik was waiting on the third floor of the palace, watching whether his guards fulfilled their duties.

Otto also saw all this while standing by the bed.

"You let another high priest of faith come to our field, maybe disrespectful to God, is this really appropriate?"

"Dad, this man is the man in black in Rome that Veria said." Rurik said calmly.

"Huh? A new one?"

"Maybe this is destiny. The man in black left a sheepskin book with wisdom in it, but I can't understand the language of the Romans.

This man understands the language of the Romans. I want to use this winter to learn. It is best for my wives to learn too. I don't care about their beliefs, but for our future, I must at least understand a little bit. "

"Okay..." Otto patted Rurik on the shoulder, "Rose is yours, take care of our Rose." After that, Otto turned and left.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Nothing, I have no idea about this man in black, I want to drink with my old friends. Go!"

Otto really didn't want to talk to the man in black in Rome, he was about to die, he still had fun while he was still alive. In particular, he felt that there was not much time, his whole body was gray with poor hair, and his sturdy self finally became an old man, and his son was already the most perfect leader, and he left as a shopkeeper.

Originally, Evlo was just a supervisor, but now he has become a leader himself.

Eskil followed closely. When he walked through the palace's outer wall and entered the courtyard through the main entrance, a strange feeling came over his face.

"What's going on? You... actually paved the courtyard with a boulder? No! How did you do it?"

Jeflo didn't mean to talk nonsense, he remained vigilant and urged to go quickly.

Eskil walked on the perfectly flat boulder, and saw how smooth some parts were, and he even saw glimpses of the reflection of sunlight.

What he saw was the concrete floor.

Since Rose's craftsmen knew the formula of cement, using it as a construction adhesive is a good use, and it is also a good use for laying floors. Due to its limited output, so far only the Duke's mansion enjoys the only concrete courtyard in Ross.

Eskil couldn't explain all of this. How could the absolutely flat, hard "rock" ground be a fantasy that could describe it.

He finally entered Rurik's palace, and the two entourages were temporarily detained, only he himself was able to go upstairs.

Just going upstairs is another wonderful feeling.

Because of the decline of Rome, the people under the old empire had forgotten too much technology, and the new barbarians had no idea. Even with the Carolingian revival, the impact of prosperity on the northern border of Frankish is really limited.

The people are still living in stone-walled straw sheds, and the lord's residence is rarely high-rise.

Upon hearing that the Duke had set the secret meeting place on the third floor, Eskil was reshaping his own perception.

He couldn't help muttering, "If this is to invite Rose's craftsmen and transform them, I will be able to build a great cathedral in Reims, and I will be promoted to Archbishop in advance."

Finally, Eskil reached the top.

The third floor of the palace is nearly ten meters above the ground, which is the highest in Roseburg.

The third floor is a spacious place, the open windows let in the sunlight, and the whole floor is extremely bright.

He suddenly saw a young man sitting cross-legged, and the golden ponytail on his chest was Rurik himself.

"You finally came." Rurik said solemnly.

Eskil nodded first, and then said: "I'm here, there are many things, I want to tell you."

"Really? It just so happens that I have something too. Come on, sit in front of me. This is a secluded place, no one can interfere with you and me."

"Yes." Eskil put his hands in front of him, hooked his head and walked straight.

This old missionary has seen too many lords, some young and arrogant, some old-fashioned.

He doesn't know how to evaluate Rurik of Ross, this child is already the real Duke of Ross, and his body is full of mysteries.

He noticed that there was an exquisite treasure chest beside this young man, what could be contained in it?

Eskil sat down cautiously. He looked up again and saw the row of ferocious bear heads on the wooden wall, and he couldn't help feeling frightened.

How to enter the topic? Rurik had his own plan.

The heavy treasure chest was opened, and in Eskil's growing shock, Rurik began to move out the treasure in it.

Sheepskin books, gold crosses with diamonds, gilded crusaders, more sheepskin books, and more.

Looking at these treasures, watching, Eskil's beating heart drove him to his feet.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth trembling eagerly asked: "You...Where did you get these holy things?"

Basically all the things were taken out, and Rurik put it in front of him, and deliberately said with an angrily, "These...I looted them."

"Looting?"

"Of course. I attacked Lindisfarne, and I brought all the treasures of the monastery."

"Ah! You..." These words were like a bolt from the blue, Eskil trembled all over, feeling that the young man in front of him was no longer handsome, and the devil's fangs were concealed by his clean face.

"What? Are you scared? Think I'm a villain?"

Eskil immediately came to his senses and slammed a few crosses on his chest before sitting down tremblingly.

"Don't dare, this is... your merit."

Rurik shrugged, "I know you are against your heart by saying this. To be honest, I attacked Britain, I looted Lindisfarne, and the priests were all killed. So, will your **** punish me?"

"This"

"You tell the truth, I forgive you not guilty."

Why does this kid ask that? Why did this kid do evil? He wants to keep the holy thing intact.

Eskil knew about the looting of Flanders by the Danish lords. They had already occupied the port of Durest, killed the local priests, destroyed the monastery, looted treasures, and destroyed the holy relics.

Eskil said cautiously, "According to our beliefs, you must go to hell. But..."

"But what?"

"If you accept our faith, accept the baptism, and then confess to me. You will be forgiven."

"That's it?" Rurik couldn't help laughing.

"Ah, my lord, aren't you interested in our faith?"

"I'm interested. But I didn't think that the purpose of your coming is really to influence me to take refuge. I'm not angry, I can tell you clearly that it's impossible."

"I'm sorry, I'm here for something else."

Rurik waved his hand, "Listen to me first."

No matter, he opened the oldest "Exodus" and pointed to the text, "Seventy years ago, a Roman missionary arrived in Ross, hoping that we would accept your faith. Our high priest did not approve of it. The scholar left this book. Please take a look."

With that, Rurik pushed the book over.

Eskil flipped through it, and the more he looked, the more horrified he became. The text is Latin without error, that is, the font written is different from the Frankish kingdom.

"This... is it really Rome?"

"Yes." Rurik nodded, "I know there are two Romans, these are books from Eastern Rome. You are not a Roman, you are from Frank. As far as I know, you are still a Saxon."

"indeed so."

"Then please read this."

Another thicker manuscript book was pushed in front of Eskil.

"This is the gospel of Lindisfarne Island? You really..." In surprise, Eskil's forehead was already oozing sweat.

"Latin, I don't understand. I want to know the details in the book. You should know Latin. I want you to teach me."

"Ah! Is this the true purpose of your inviting me?"

"That's it. As you can see, our principality is already using Roman letters, and I have given up the old words. If you can easily spell out the name of my ship, you should understand my desire for knowledge."

In a daze, Eskil felt that he was standing at a key node in the course of history.

"Are you hesitating?" Rurik asked again.

"No. I am willing, I am willing to be your teacher. To be honest, I have never seen a lord who desires wisdom as much as you."

"Are you complimenting this?"

"It's a compliment from the bottom of my heart."

"Okay." Rurik remained calm, and said, "I should pay you a certain amount. Maybe I should grant you some requirements. But you say it's okay, you have the right to be my tuition."

"Then take refuge." Eskil couldn't help but blurt out his mind.

"That's it again?" Rurik put on an embarrassed face.

Eskil's side is chasing fiercely, "My lord, God loves you. God will forgive all your sins. If you convert and your subjects have converted, your principality will become great, and you will Become a saint in the north. I know that you are not only interested in our faith, I know that you have built a small prayer room, that is a monastery! You have actually allowed the sacred faith to take root here, what are you waiting for Rome will be canonized..."

"Shut up!" Rurik closed his eyes and frowned, "That's impossible. I don't object to you, I'm interested, it doesn't mean that I have to accept it."

"My lord, this is worthy of your acceptance." Eskil turned around and tried to find a new breakthrough. "I traveled around and know that Denmark has always been at odds with you and Sweden. If you accept Rose, you will be able to ally with Frank. When the north and the south strike Denmark, your threat is gone."

This really surprised Rurik. Can't you think that this old boy is still a strategist? Quite a few lords do not have this kind of wisdom.

"Unexpectedly you are still concerned about wars between nations? Don't you oppose wars?"

"My lord, I also do it for your good."

"Enough." Rurik said sharply, "Your idea is unrealistic. Say one that I can accept."

Eskil predicted that Master Lirik would hesitate again, hesitation would be tantamount to shaking. As long as shaking, the future can be influenced. If it doesn't work now, it should be possible in the future.

Eskil thought for a while, "My only hope is to formally build a monastery in Ross. Some of your slaves accept our faith. They need a place of worship and a resident priest to take care of these poor people. Lamb. They can feel at ease as long as they pray, and they can do better for you with peace of mind."

"Really? I can accept this."

"You are so kind." Eskil flattered immediately.

"So, do you have someone to be a pastor?"

"There is one. I will arrange for my entourage to stay here."

Rurik nodded. He didn't want the old guy Eskil to stay here for a long time.

Speaking of this fellow's entourage, Rurik suddenly thought that the two entourages were both young boys, and they seemed not much older than him.

"Now your entourage is out there. You have chosen a candidate, and I recruited him to come in. Tell me, can the entourage understand our language?"

"Understood. That child was a Danish slave, a Danish."

"I understand, I want to look at this person carefully."

After a while, the entourage John was led to the third floor. He sat alertly next to Eskil. The dull young man made Rurik have to think about it a lot.

"Hey! Your name." Rurik yelled casually.

"John..." the boy replied cautiously, and then hooked his head again.

"John? What's your name?"

"Invar."

"Well, Invar, are you ready to stay in my territory?"

"I'm ready."

Rurik nodded, "You stand up first and take a good look at you. What is your age..."

Sururik understood that this young man was not old, but only twelve years old. This kid is clearly a Nordic. Think about his old friend Fisker. At the age of twelve, he has killed 20 enemies on the battlefield. On the other hand, this Danish is thin and dull and timid like a rabbit.

and many more! This kid also looks handsome, and this kid is taken by Eskil, I am afraid it is not really a "rabbit."

Dumb? Lack of ambition? Wouldn't there be such fanaticism as Eskil?

If so, that would be great.

Wait a minute, why did Eskil allow a dull person to stay here? The old boy couldn't see that he was not interested in Rose, I was afraid that Invale, who was named John, was just hiding his enthusiasm.

Rurik asked again, "Invar, do you know Latin? Do you understand all the words in the book?"

"My lord, I...I know everything."

"Oh? That's great, I want you. Look at your skinny look, I will train you to be a muscular man, stay by my side, and you will teach me."

"Yes Yes!"

Eskil didn't know what to say. This little John is really loved by him. According to Rurik, this kid likes men?

It's not right! The Ross people are laughing and talking about their leader, Rurik, who has as many as seventeen wives.

Rurik coughed twice and said, "It's over. Eskil, when the snow melts next year, I will take you back to Birka. You can continue to come to Ross in the future, but you must find my person in Birka first. If you do not have my permission, you will be expelled without permission. I will build a better monastery for you. It is not big and it will be very hidden. You should understand that my interest in you does not mean that my people can tolerate it. you."

"Yes. John will take me to do a good job."

Rurik nodded, "In that case, I changed my mind. Eskil, go back by yourself, your John is now my person. Now, John teaches me Latin. As for you, I don't need it now. "

"Ah this! It's not the same as saying."

"Exactly, I am the Duke of Rose, and I have given you too much favor. Don't annoy me anymore, or you will be expelled now. If you stay in Rose, you can write a journal of your travels. I will give you wheat and meat, And the warmth of winter, I will summon you when I have something to do, but remember, don't try to influence a new lamb without authorization. I'm afraid my Odin's soldiers will chop you into meat sauce."

"I...I get it."

"Let's go." Rurik waved his hand~www.mtlnovel.com~ and watched Eskil leave tremblingly.

After he left, the little priest John Invar asked the weak, "My lord, I...I will..."

Rurik scratched his head. Although the question was strange, he still wanted to ask, "Are you the old fellow's lover?"

John didn't feel any psychological discomfort, he understood consciously, and immediately turned around and lifted off his robe...

"My lord, I hope you can be satisfied with my service..."

"That's it? As expected." Rurik stood up and kicked John in the **** with his boots.

John fell heavily and turned his head with teardrops, "My lord, it's because I didn't serve well..."

"Stand up for me, you are a man, and you should be a man. Is it appropriate for you to behave like a woman? I don't care what you believe in, and I will reshape you to be a man. Invar, I don't believe it, you Really entangled in beliefs that are not close to female sex."

"Yes." John Invall immediately got up and stood up, listening carefully...