Chapter 1,333 Sisters

In this way, Blue Fox, who consciously completed the plan, withdrew from the inner court of the Great Temple in a timely manner.

He did not leave immediately, but walked straight into the chapel and worshiped the gilded statues of gods.

His attitude towards faith has always been complicated. As a profit-seeking person, can he really be favored by the gods?

Never! Nothing like this has ever happened!

Has he become so important in a girl's mind? ! Blue Fox is by no means a simple person. He knows very well that Blackbird needs a stable backer if she stays in Ross society. Blackbird needs a new identity that can be protected. As for whether she is sincere towards him, it is really unclear. .

Perhaps, a girl who is just starting to fall in love is sincere.

So what?

Blue Fox knelt in front of the statues of the gods, and the priests suspended the entry of other believers in order to pay his respects. The people in the capital learned that the expedition general, Blue Fox, was here and had to wait.

"Odin! Grant us continued victory. O Frey! Grant us continued prosperity! O Thor! Grant us unlimited power. Freya, I am a man, and perhaps I should not beg you. Only That girl, Gisla. Please wish her a good life..."

Finally, the blue fox bowed to the only statue of the Valkyrie.

"High Priest Vilia, I hope you can hear my words. Gisla, she is no longer a Frankish princess. She has believed in the northern gods and is a priest. She deserves your blessing. She will be a very good priest. .Bless! Bless..." After reciting silently, the blue fox kowtowed deeply again.

When the excitement subsided, Blue Fox slowly stood up and shook the dust off his body with his hands.

He felt strange that instead of praying for the expeditionary force to continue to win, he actually used too many words to say good things to the little girl.

"Do I really care about her?"

Blue Fox shook his head silently and left the chapel and the great temple with his hands behind his back. He took back the sword he had removed and met up with the guys who were lingering outside.

"Boss, you... came out alone? Where is that woman?" an old man asked.

"Blackbird?" Blue Fox squinted again and looked at the crystal-clear dome of the great temple: "She is already a priest. Let's go back. Take a rest and prepare to implement the next step. Let's go!"

Blue Fox shook his neck and temporarily evacuated with his lingering subordinates.

He still has a lot of work to do in the capital, and some important things still need to be implemented.

As a result, a wine-selling carnival was launched in Harvest Square under the command of Governor-General Cornuson the Younger and authorized by Blue Fox himself.

However, the Blue Fox must fulfill the agreement it made with the king.

Even though he has separated from the Gould family, he is still not allowed to do business in the capital due to his late father's relationship. This agreement only restricted the blood descendants of the Gould family, but did not restrict the agency of others.

It is fitting that the governor presides over the sale of wine produced in Nassau, as most of the money earned from selling the wine goes to the capital's finances. Especially in the current situation, because the tax exemption policy established by the king can last until the autumn of 844, the fiscal revenue of the Governor's Palace is limited. In this way, the profits of state-run workshops became extremely important. The money earned from official sales of supplies maintained the operation of the Governor's Palace, the operation of the navy, and paid the wages of a large number of workshop workers.

Thanks to the fact that the scribes trained by the king have become talented, and there is a team of "accountants" in the capital, and the mass-produced paper and ink make recording, statistics, and calculations efficient, this increasingly complex system can continue to operate.

The governor-general, Cornuson the Younger, did not dare to indulge in ink, or in other words, he only dared to ink a small part of it. My father is already old. As a descendant of the old Rus, he has participated in all the major battles in the rise of the kingdom. The family has received a lot of war dividends and has become very rich. What else can he do as a frontier official now?

At least in Little Cornuson's generation he didn't have any unreasonable demands.

There is a huge amount of wine, and the high-sugar nectar does not freeze even in the harsh winter. It was deliberately priced high, but even then it was much cheaper than wines of the past. Compared to

The first batch of Nassau wine arrived at the port last fall, and now the new batch is huge, and its price is affordable for people in the capital.

Besides, Hanukkah is coming soon. According to the northern tradition, every family should prepare a bottle of good wine on this holy festival so that the whole family can get drunk on the day of the big sacrifice. In the past, the only choices were ale and mead, but now wine has become the most cost-effective choice.

In the Great Temple, Blackbird experienced her own wonderful experience.

Blackbird thought he would undergo a ceremony that resembled a baptism, but that was not what Rose's ceremony was like. Of course, when it comes to bathing, Ross has a more amazing way of bathing.

There were only two people in a closed and quiet room - the high priest Rumia, and the uneasy Blackbird.

The nervous Blackbird subconsciously covered his body, while Lumia looked silent and ordered with calm words: "Give up all pretense. The prerequisite for becoming a priest is your purity. All lower-level priests will pass my inspection. No matter how noble you are in Frank, in Ross you are just like any other girl."

The high priest spoke in Latin throughout the whole process. This sacred language was spoken by a short, dark-haired woman with a flat face. Blackbird still found it strange.

Blackbird slowly spread his hands and lay down on the flat bed as Rumia asked...

The room was filled with bronze oil lamps, which made it particularly bright and warm, but Blackbird went through all the inspections conducted by Lumia while trembling subconsciously.

Finally, Lumia took a deep breath and washed her hands in a bronze basin nearby.

"You can get up. You are indeed pure and qualified to be a priest."

The blackbird hurriedly got up and huddled up in a ball subconsciously, then asked: "What will happen to me next?"

Lumia casually pointed at the clothes folded aside: "Those are prepared for you, put them on. From now on, you will be my daughter's assistant. My daughter values ​​you very much, so be smart and don't betray her trust." You must remember that you are the lowest priest here and you must obey the arrangements of my daughter. You are not allowed to have any interaction with other priests. My daughter is the only master. Do you understand?"

"Ming...I understand."

"Then quickly change your clothes. After that...you have to wash away the mud all over your body. You are really both pure and dirty. Fortunately, tonight you will become completely clean. Only in this way can you serve God."

Blackbird has understood that the so-called "lowest" is actually equivalent to being the maid of that Verika.

Today was the first time I met her, and I had to admit that the girl had a rare vitality, and I liked that kind of affinity very much.

She put on a muslin robe, a thick leather coat, and even a furry hat.

The socks that wrapped her feet were a novelty for her, and then she got the leather boots that fit her feet better.

She officially put on pants and even, to her surprise, panties.

The last belt completes the waistband.

It seems that this is the winter uniform of the clergy of Rus. It looks like clothes worn by men but is not, at least it is definitely not clothes worn by women - no women in Frankland dress like this.

The whole outfit looks slimmer, which is not only the needs of daily life, but also the result of Ross's improvement in tailoring skills.

Cold-drawn iron wire, punching, carburizing, and polishing. Although such steel needles are not yet made to the high level of the Far East, and their sizes are also relatively large, they are already made slender enough to allow the women of the kingdom to use their skillful hands. Expand your sewing skills.

It is a big trend for clothing to become more slim-fitting and refined. Furthermore, since the priests have to perform a series of ritual activities in the harsh winter, their clothes are more slim-fitting. Only in this way can they wrap their bodies properly and avoid frostbite while completing the activities normally.

To Blackbird, it seemed like he had changed into men's clothes. Only the large robe covering his body made him still look like a woman.

The surprise is yet to come.

There was another more spacious room, where Verica had been waiting for a long time.

Rumia personally led the confused Blackbird who had changed into a different outfit and approached here, planning to formally arrange for the girl to be her daughter's body.

side. She didn't expect that her daughter would be so caring.

"Finally I see you again! Now, you are mine." Verica came bounding over, holding the blackbird's cool hands and jumping up and down with enthusiasm.

"Be careful." Rumia rolled her eyes at her daughter, but in her heart she was very happy that her daughter was so happy.

"Yes. High Priest..." Verica spoke in a pinched voice, then gave her mother a perfunctory look, and then looked her servant up and down. She looked left and right, and even took off Blackbird's hat to admire the somewhat messy short hair. She still held Blackbird's hands: "We will be sisters from now on. My father is a king, and your father is also a king. Only a girl like you is worthy of the noble me, haha."

Verica has been emphasizing the word "sis", which in Latin means "sisters in the same family."

Velika learned Latin, but she didn't know yet how strong the word sis was.

Blackbird understands its meaning very well. In her opinion, this jumping girl actually regards herself as the biological sister of her sibling? Is this... still a master-servant relationship?

In this case, I can't help but appreciate the favor. However, it is true that Blackbird cannot be a servant. He was born in the Royal Palace of Aachen and was cared for and served by others. Although he never commanded him, he always had the arrogance and stubbornness of a nobleman deep in his heart.

Serve others? No! It would be a good thing if they were sisters.

Blackbird's eyes widened and he looked directly into Verica's eyes: "Okay, we are sisters."

"That's great." There are no words to express it and a Ross-like etiquette of intimacy. Verica opened her arms and rushed forward, rubbing her cheek against the blackbird's face with a deliberate smile.

The flattered Blackbird has never had such an experience, and none of the past maids, Alicia, had ever treated her so intimately. In other words, in the Aachen Palace, based on those rules, such intimate behavior is indecent. If the steward discovers it, the maid Alicia will definitely be punished.

But in Ross, is it possible to be so indulgent? Even clergy? Or maybe it's just the noble Verica who enjoys privileges.

And the more intimate ones are yet to come, which makes the blackbird understand even more that the words "sis" are not in vain.

There were two people sitting in the huge wooden barrel, and the hot water was almost up to their necks.

Blackbird has never had such a bathing experience before, it seems like a brand new baptism.

She remained quiet and at a loss, but Verica continued to grind with laughter. "Aren't you used to it? Don't Frank have this kind of enjoyment?"

After hearing the news for a while, Blackbird choked out some words: "No. Where has it ever happened? The priests said... this is an act that corrodes the soul and is a kind of enjoyment that should not be had."

"Absurd, it is obviously the most comfortable enjoyment. Just wait, there will be something more comfortable later..."

Verica was playing with a special piece of soap, which was deliberately added with honey, chrysanthemum essential oil, and even dyed with woad. A blue lump made the whole body bubble, and then a mechanism pulled the rope to make the soap high. The hanging wooden barrel lowered the hot water and washed it clean.

Blackbird was at a loss as the sister's hands smeared her whole body, and then rubbed hard with the burlap cloth. She felt as if she had lost a layer of skin, as if she had lost something, but the final feeling was so relaxed.

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This is unacceptable. Because as a group of priests, having a bad smell from your body is disrespectful to the gods!

The soap first developed by Ross was given priority to the priests. They were required to bathe frequently, even in winter. They must use soap to bathe so that their bodies can always smell of flowers.

The dark room is full of righteousness, and it's already dark outside. What does the snowy and cold world have to do with the sauna? This kind of steam bath invented by the Finnish tribe has become popular in the capital. Families with the conditions will build a room in their own house to enjoy this method of cleaning that is loved by kings and priests.

The blackbird was so mesmerized by the steam that she felt that her bones were softened and she entered an indescribable sense of intoxication, as if her soul had left her body.

Her whole body was soft and scented with flowers. The old skin that had not been removed for countless years suddenly disappeared completely. Blackbird became pure both internally and externally. However, this experience really subverted her three views.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance. This was Verika's boudoir—it was also her only room in the great temple.

A small figure slept on the huge bed. As the eldest daughter of the king, the current deputy priest, and the next generation of high priest, Velika is indeed pampered. Since she left Novgorod and stayed in the capital of Novorosberg, she has It seems that I have fallen into painful loneliness, and this loneliness can only be borne silently by myself.

None of the lower-level priests selected from good families were noble, and each one was several years older than himself.

Verica didn't have any close interactions with those people. She usually just gave them orders, and those girls silently accepted them.

A person who longs for a close friend miraculously meets this down-and-out princess - Gisla, whose alias is Blackbird Telesia.

All the excitement comes from the fact that Blackbird is a noble of the same level as himself.

Verica's casualness made the bird sit on the soft and wide bed, but the blackbird is still cautious and alert. Even though there is a two-year age difference between the two, the two girls look the same age in terms of height and appearance.

Verica still held Blackbird's hands: "You are a princess, and I am also a princess. I have no friends, and you are my friend. My first friend! You are not my servant, you are my sister. From now on. , I will teach you how to do things. Don’t worry, no one can do anything to you, I will do anything for you!" After saying that, Verica also beat her chest, which seemed to be a very meaningful statement.

"You... fancy me so much. I'm still surprised to this day." Looking into her eyes, Blackbird said.

"The gods must have brought you, the noble one, to me. I like you, and we are sisters."

Blackbird calmed down and said solemnly: "Okay then, we are sisters."

"Then take a rest quickly, hee hee." After saying that, Velika took Blackbird's hand and both got into the thick wool quilt...

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