Rise of Rurik

　　Lurik held the wooden board in both hands and handed it to the kind-looking Vilia.

　　 What did the kid carved on the board? After all, there are some weird marks.

　　Villa was full of curiosity, and her mentality was very peaceful, until she saw the amazing markings on the wooden board with the glow of the oil lamp.

　　 Those are some labels that surprised her!

　　 I saw a new letter in the lower right corner of every rune letter. Correct! That's another kind of letter, how could Rurik know this? !

　　Villa's eyes widened, and the wrinkles on her face trembled.

　　 "You...what are you...what have you carved?!" She grumbled tremblingly, and when she loosened her hands, the wooden board fell directly on the animal skin on the ground.

　　 There was no more kind expression on Veria's face, and her appearance even made Rurik a little scared.

　　 "Grandma priest, did I do something wrong?"

　　 "No! You didn't." Veria swallowed hard, then picked up the fallen wooden board, and continued to stare at the incredible trace.

　　 She fell into deep thought, and for a while, Liu Rick had to stare at her, waiting for the old man to speak again.

　　 Those inferior priests who were doing daily work, they realized that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, and consciously stopped their work. The entire long house of the priest suddenly fell into silence. Everyone was waiting for Villa to speak. The only sound in the room was the faint crackling of charcoal fire and the squeaking of seal fat being fried in the hot cast iron pan.

　　Villa's mind is doing a strong ideological struggle.

　　 Finally, she made a decision.

　　 "Liurik!" Vella sullenly asked the child in front of him with an extremely serious attitude, "Do you know Rome?"

　　 "You...what did you say?!"

　　 "Rome. It's Rome! A powerful city in the far south."

　　Lurik still couldn't understand it too well. He seemed to understand that what Villar pointed out was "Eastern Rome", but what happened to the city.

　　 After some thinking, he finally understood the situation. The "Rome" here really meant "East Rome".

　　Because all the Viking forces are still in the tribal stage, their largest organization is still the alliance of tribes. They do not have a clear concept of the country, and naturally they do not have a clear vocabulary to describe the "state".

　　 At this time, Rurik didn't know how to answer. He couldn't think of it at all. Did the Priest of Veria still know the distant Rome?

　　 The Mediterranean Sea and the Baltic Sea, the two are simply two disconnected worlds!

Do not! Wait a minute!

　　 Suddenly, Rurik thought of his home. The leader's father had a locked wooden box, which was mainly filled with metal.

　　 Those are coins, most of which are tribute to the residents of Novgorod. These minted coins can be exchanged for some commodities with other tribes, and its purchasing power is a mystery.

　　 The locals of Novgorod have no ability to mint coins. The currency they use is from Eastern Rome.

　　 Those currencies are all printed with the heads of the characters and the labels of the vocabulary.

　　 Liurik had an idea, and reluctantly explained: "I saw some special letters on the coins my dad showed me, and my dad said that they were words from far away Rome. So I used them."

　　 This explanation is not convincing!

　　 The scheming Villain knows that he is lying as long as he sees the child's face.

"My child, what you said is not true. Your father, Otto, did not understand the use of Roman characters, and those Romans hardly used the characters you marked. This is an older type of writing, and I am very interested in it. Is also very limited. But you! You actually used it. And...you..."

　　 Eastern Rome in the ninth century became more Hellenistic, Latin and its characters have declined, and Greek and Greek letters have become the mainstream of society. Therefore, the newly minted currencies have a brighter appearance than those old currencies that have been in circulation for hundreds of years, and the inscriptions on them have naturally become Greek.

　　 Therefore, Rurik should not know the Roman alphabet, he should know the Greek alphabet.

　　Villa's eyes widened, she felt as if she was carrying a huge burden, and her whole body was overwhelmed by the intensely suppressed atmosphere. Her spirit was violently shocked, because Rurik, he can understand the Roman alphabet, which is a miracle in itself.

　　"Liurik, you know the ancient Roman alphabet, and you used it very correctly. The letters you carved are still in use by the Franks, and the ones you carved are the same as they used.

　　 Only two of our tribe understand this unique set of letters! "

　　 "Huh?!" Rurik himself was even more frightened in an instant, how did he think that things could turn out to be like this.

　　 "Who is it? Which two people?"

　　 "You are! And me." Vella stretched out his head and looked at Rurik's smiling face seriously, "Now looking straight at the corner of his eyes, tell me honestly, who taught you this?"

　　 "This..." Rurik couldn't explain it for a while.

　　Villa used his imagination and tentatively asked: "Are they the women from Novgorod? Only their people have the opportunity to contact the Romans."

　　Lurik can actually give Villa a very simple conclusion: I am born with this knowledge.

　　 But he still can't guarantee that if he says this, he will produce some moths. The now more than ancient priest of Veria has been overly excited, he is afraid that the old man will have a heart attack because of his overexcitement.

　　 Hearing what Villa said, Rurik seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, and Dang Shijin nodded: "Yes! Yes! With those people, I learned this from my sister Peravina?"

　　 "You... lie!" Veria vetoed it on the spot, and pushed out the mouth that had almost lost all teeth and shriveled. UU Reading www. uukahnshu. com said regretfully: "The women from Novgorod are stupid people. They don't understand any script. People from our tribe, including our tribe, are just our own Luen script, which only a few people know about us! In Roseburg, there are very few people who know how to write their own names! This is what saddens me the most, only you! Rurik, you are the hope of our tribe."

　　 was suddenly praised by Villar, Rurik was a little happy.

　　 Then, a new question came: "You can't learn anything from stupid people, especially these Roman letters. Tell me who taught you."

"This…"

"Tell me the truth, otherwise!" Vilia looked around, thinking that since the father of this child has led the warriors to the last large-scale hunt before the extreme cold, who can take care of Rurik at this time. Where is this kid?

　　Villa acted fiercely and said in a threatening tone: "If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, you can't leave here."

　　 Threat? A real threat.

　　 Leurik's face is awkward, it seems that he can only tell the truth, but does Veria believe it?

　　 From the perspective of the current situation, he can only use the reason of "innately possessed" to prevaricate.

　　 "Yes! I just know the language of the Romans." Rurik muttered deliberately.

"what did you say?"

　　 After all, Veria is very old, his vision is a bit blurred, and he has mild ear back.

Rurik guessed that this matter should not be made public. He stood up and leaned close to the ear of Vilia, who was sitting cross-legged, and deliberately mumbled divinely: "Grandma priest, these are my innate knowledge. Except it. I know a lot. I see the light from the first sight, and this knowledge exists in my mind."