The visiting team was like a river of silver and steel, pouring into the gate of Nuo City.
There were three hundred of them in total, and the main body of the team was composed of loyal soldiers. They were all wearing chainmail and had big beards, and they exuded the aura of elite soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles.
The cold wind from the Baltic Sea flapped dozens of blue flags held high above his head, embroidered with the trident symbolizing the Rurik family (note 1). It was once just the emblem on the coins of the previous generation of Kiev Grand Dukes, but now it has become a family
Symbols of inheritance.
In front of Saint Sophia Cathedral, the procession of the Grand Duke of Kiev stopped, and the son of the Prince of Novo and his ministers were waiting here.
When Rostislav returned to the city of Novo, his grandfather's army was about to enter the city. He could be said to have just caught up. The prince quickly changed into clean clothes and went to the church.
As far as the north is concerned, the grandeur of Saint Sophia Cathedral in Nuovo is unparalleled. It has a set of gorgeous domes, the largest of which is gold in color. The rest of the silver domes are surrounded by stars like a moon, like protecting a prince.
loyal soldiers. In this temple of God, even the most arrogant pagan will have a little awe of the authority it exudes.
Rostislav looked at the Grand Duke's powerful personal troops, and couldn't help but feel envious in his eyes. If he had such a loyal and powerful team around him, even if there were millions of powerful enemies, he would still be able to face them proudly!
The owner of this team, the supreme ruler of Rus' land, "The Wise Man" Yaroslav Vladimirovich, walked out surrounded by warriors.
Although he was already in his twilight years, Rostislav felt the power of his grandfather when he met him. His eyes still had the wisdom of a ruler, his trimmed beard made him still look so capable, and the Kiev sun still exuded an amazing energy.
of heat.
Although Yaroslav is old, as long as he does not die, no one in Russia will dare to cause chaos.
"Salute to you, Grand Duke."
Rostislav bowed to the sun of Kiev, and the dignitaries of the city behind him did the same. No matter what they thought in their hearts, their surrender to the Grand Duke of Kiev came from the bottom of their hearts.
"He's Vladimir's son, right. Well, the child in my mind has now become a mighty Russian warrior."
Yaroslav looked at his grandson. There was an emotion in the Grand Duke's eyes that Rostislav could not explain. In his words, there was a sigh for his grandson's growth. Then he gave his grandson a hug.
Rostislav left his grandfather very early and went to Novo with his father. It was natural for Yaroslav to sigh like this.
"You seem to have some blood in you. Did you fight just now?"
After the hug, the wise man stroked his beard and said, although he was not skilled in battle formations, he was no stranger to the atmosphere of the battlefield. After all, how could the ruler of this land not be familiar with conquest? If he did not know how to conscript, he would not know where he would die.
.
"On the way back to Novgorod, we were ambushed by Chuds, but none of us were injured, but the barbarians left dozens of corpses."
Rostislav had a look of relief on his face. After all, that battle was so insignificant. The one who was ambushed won a great victory, but the one who ambushed suffered heavy losses. It was really a poor performance.
"Well done, this is what Prince Rurik should be like."
The wise man praised Prince Rus, and there was a smile on his face, but he quickly put it down, but this was not directed at Rustislav.
"Killing my son, and trying to kill my grandson, it seems that the restless Chude people should be cleaned up, and Alar, I will make them pay the price for what they have done. But now, the most important thing is
It’s still my son’s funeral.”
This is another reason why Yaroslav came to the city of Nuo. The problems of the Chud tribes must be solved and the riots must be suppressed.
After saying that, Yaroslav walked into the magnificent church, and the others hurriedly followed the pace of the Grand Duke for fear of falling behind.
Entering the church, you will see exquisite mosaic murals and icons of God, which are the works of artists from the imperial capital (i.e. Constantinople). The church is filled with clergy from the city of Novo, wearing gorgeous vestments.
Holding exquisite magical instruments, he came for the prince's funeral.
The most important guest has arrived, and everyone has settled down in an orderly manner. The Bishop of Novotel City, who presided over the funeral, paid tribute to the Grand Duke, and then gave a funeral speech on the podium of the church, recalling to everyone the Yaroslavich (father).
Name, meaning the life of Prince Yaroslav (son of Yaroslav).
As the organizer of the funeral, Rostislav was able to stand next to the main seat and watch the various expressions of the guests.
At the funeral, Grand Duke Yaroslav, who ruled this trading country, looked extremely sad. This majestic king once had glory as dazzling as the sun, but also suffered a tragic failure.
But for him now, there is nothing more tragic than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person. Originally, he thought he would never see such a scene - the master of the city-state is very aware of his physical condition.
There are only a few years left to live.
What Rostislav was more concerned about was that none of his father's brothers came. His grandfather asked them to guard the south while he left Kiev. But I think this is in line with their wishes. The situation is unclear now, so it is right to wait and see what happens.
Rostislav knew very well that with his father's death, his uncles saw the turmoil of power and the throne of Kiev. What's more, Rostislav absolutely did not believe that his father's death had nothing to do with them.
The power of Ross has never been obtained by the order of seniority and inferiority, but by daggers, poisons and the army. Isn't this how the "saints" of the past and the "wise men" of today came to be? The cruel Varan
The blood of Ji still flows in Zhuya Roslavic's body, and they are now eager to try and full of expectations.
The prince has a deep understanding of this. The doubts about his father's death and the attacks he encountered made him feel the maelstrom of the power struggle.
The thoughts of nobles everywhere are also strange. The death of the wise heir will inevitably bring about a wave of power reshuffle. Now is the eve of a new power struggle. The dice has not yet fallen, and no one dares to rest assured.
Everyone looked very sad at the funeral, and Rostislav couldn't help feeling ironic. Everyone in front of him seemed to be immersed in a calm sea of sadness, but in fact the sea was rough and everyone had their own thoughts. No one cared about his father's death.
, most people only care about the Supreme Throne of Kiev.
As for him, his father's heir, most of the people present had no interest in taking a glance at him. After all, in their hearts, this young man had been excluded from the stage of power struggle. Even if there were a few eyes cast on him, those eyes were filled with pity.
It's a pity that even so, there are still people who are unwilling to let him go. The attack proved this. Thinking about it, the prince couldn't help but clenched his fists and his mood became even worse.
If it was because of the anxiety of losing the power of the fathers before, now it is about protecting life.
And speaking further, he also has his own ambitions, the ambitions of those who have traveled through time, and his desire for the throne of Kiev.
No matter what the reason is, he has to forge ahead and move forward.
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Note 1: There are actually many opinions about the Rurik trident pattern. It is also considered to be a trinity or a falcon or a falcon. The official definition is a trident, and this statement is also widely circulated in China, so I also adopt it.