The northernmost part of the continent of Articut, a third of the year is completely dark. www.biquge.info It has the harshest living environment in the entire continent, but it also has the most magnificent scene in the entire continent, which we now call the "Aurora", but at that time, the ancient Navi people saw it as the result of the bright armor of Valkyria, the daughter of the gods, reflecting the sun's rays to the ground.

The fishermen of Misaru, who sailed in humble boats, were grateful for the gods' favor when they saw the Valkyries parade above their heads. After a whole day of fighting with the sea, many of them were exhausted, singing old songs and slowly paddling their oars to the tribal camp. This was supposed to be their last return voyage of the winter, but it was full of thrills. In a short day, the sea had tried almost all of its power to bring them to the palace of the god of the sea, but the warriors of Misaru had a brilliant leader - their patriarch Gronchar. With his courage and decisive command, they not only survived the storm's claws, but also captured a large sperm whale once again.

"Grandpa, grandpa, listen!" The little boy at the campfire shouted excitedly.

The old man who was mending the canoe with whale skin looked up, and the wind and frost of the Far North had left too many marks on his face, which was a common situation for the old people of Navi, whose actual age tended to be overestimated by those who met for the first time. The old man squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of his grandson's finger, and sounded carefully:

Egil roared,

The storm is his breath,

The beautiful waves are not in a hurry.

Escape Ryan's net,

We set out on our voyage home.

Valkyries fly over our heads,

What is left behind is a dazzling light.

Hey, hey, let's paddle hard.

Dear Egil,

Please don't be unwilling.

When the beautiful Brünnhilde stood on the mast of the dragon ship,

We should no longer be afraid of your waves.

Hey, hey, let's paddle hard.

Cruel Ryan,

Hurry up and put away your internet café.

Our body,

There is no gold or silver you love.

Hey, hey, let's paddle hard......

The old man laughed happily, remembering that when he was young, every time he escaped the wrath of the sea god, everyone sang this song to cheer for the sailors who were almost out of strength. He put down his work and took his little grandson and the people in the camp to the camp dock.

When the sailors, who had worked all day, landed on land, they were immediately surrounded by the cold and warm, and the last bit of liquor stored in the clan was brought out to treat them. The young people who stayed on land, although they had little experience at sea, still had a strong physique, which allowed them to easily carry the sperm whales that had been towed back by the boat to shore.

This time the prey was brought to the square of the camp, and the various parts of the whale were to be distributed to the people fairly and openly, as was customary in the past. The sperm whale has been dead for a long time, but in the extremely cold waters, it is almost still in the same state as when it was first dead. Everyone was constantly amazed at how huge and strong it was. Other bits and pieces of fish were also piled aside.

It is customary for the people on the voyage to first account the experience of the prey being caught, and to vote on the size of each person's role in the fishing process, so as to determine the amount and merit of the prey. We can see this comment from a study by historian Jamie Yellu: "There is no doubt that in this ritual of sharing prey among the ancient Navi people, we see a very typical situation at the end of the clan society. Those who are capable will accumulate more wealth than others, especially the leaders of the tribes, because they are chosen by the people because of their ability. As a result, private ownership began to prevail, and the noble behavior of individual individuals could not prevent or change the trend of the birth of private ownership. But we can also see how upright, honest and trustworthy the ancient Navi people are compared to today's humans. ”

Let's go back to the scene, and the first sailor to speak said, "I think so-and-so deserves the best tuna, because it was his sharp eyes that helped us find the fish." ”

Someone nominated by the first sailor was humble and then said, "I think so-and-so should share those tuna with me, because without his precise net casting skills, we would have only stared at the fat fish." ”

Then there were some other gains that were divided between everyone, and although there was a small dispute, the parties quickly accepted the compromise plan with the mediation of others. One of the sailors, who was sprayed with octopus ink, was forced to accept all the octopuses and squid.

Finally, and the biggest takeaway this time, the sperm whale is on the agenda of everyone's discussion. This time, almost unanimously all the sailors nominated one person - their patriarch, Gronchar. One by one, the people described the heroic gesture of their patriarch to those who had not gone to sea.

"The patriarch pointed with his hand at that time, it was this big guy. Everyone was taken aback, and we didn't have much confidence to subdue it. ”

"This big guy has a lot of strength, and after biting the bait, he dragged us a long way, and almost all of the patriarchs were fighting against it during this time. If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to hold up until the ships behind me caught up. ”

"Didn't you see it, the patriarch saw that the guy was still resisting, and jumped directly on its back with a harpoon......"

"When the storm came, it was always the patriarch who held the rudder, shouting everyone's name and encouraging us, otherwise it would be unimaginable."

All agreed to give sperm whales to their patriarchs, and Gronchar was not a leader who was good at convincing others, especially when it came to such things. He blushed and repeatedly demanded that everyone reconsider, even hoping that the elders of the clan would use their authority to subdue the crowd and force them to agree to divide the whales equally. It's a pity that the elders just smiled and nodded, but they didn't do anything.

Just as everyone was at a stalemate, the old man we mentioned earlier stood up and walked to the center of the square. The crowd, which was still noisy, immediately fell silent, and even Gronshire stopped shouting back to everyone.

"Father." Gronchar whispered to the old man with his head down.

The old man looked at his son with satisfaction and said, "Give me the knife." ”

"Father?"

"Bring me the knife." The old man repeated it vigorously.

Gronshire looked hesitant, but he neatly untied the boning knife from his waist and handed it to his father with both hands. And the people of Misharu also looked at the old man with puzzled expressions, but the authority of the former patriarch made them not raise any objections.

"Dear Grunholm, what are you going to do?" An elder asked on behalf of everyone.

"You'll be happy with my methods." Gronchar's father, Grunholm, said without looking back.

Under the puzzled gaze of a group of people, the old man skillfully began to open the intestines of the sperm whale, and the movements were concise, which was simply the version of the sperm whale of the cow. After some operation, the old man took out a piece of black-brown thing with blood stains from the sperm whale's intestines, which emitted a strong fishy smell and made people cover their noses. Many young people don't know what it is, but those who have experience in the clan know its value.

"My son, everyone has commented on you, and think you deserve all of this whale. I think so too, not because you are my son, but because you are now a qualified patriarch. Take this now and you should know what it's worth. Although it cannot be compared to the occasional one we find at sea, after the secret treatment of the clan, the southern country can still be exchanged for a lot of wealth. ”

"Father?" Gronchar did not understand his father's words, for the "tears of Fleja" such as gold and precious stones were less useful to the Navi people who lived in harsh conditions than a good weapon and a pile of good food.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the old man to the crowd after jumping on the corpse of the sperm whale, "what do you say our patriarch lacks?" ”

"Dear Glenholm, our patriarch is flawless, just like Heimdoel, the guard of the Rainbow Bridge. We are very happy with him, there is nothing to fault with him. The first person replied.

The old man apparently disagreed with him, and at last one of them spoke: "Dear Grunholm, I think I know what you think. Our noble patriarch lacks a wife worthy of him. Just as Odin can't be without Frig by his side, Fleya wants to find Ode. ”

"Yes, exactly. You all know how faithful your patriarch was to his deceased wife. But do you think he should spend the rest of his life alone? ”

"No, no." Everyone shouted, most of them out of love for the patriarch, and of course a small part wanted to watch a good show.

"Father!"

"Well, my son, a family without a woman lacks joy. And your son, my grandson, also cannot live a childhood without a mother. Worldly wealth does not represent a person's sincerity, but sometimes it is the best evidence of your determination. So I think everyone will be happy to divide this big guy equally, don't you think! ”

"Yes!" The crowd cheered.

"Our patriarch had better marry back the 'Xiluda' of this year's spring festival." Someone coaxed.

"How's it going, my son?"

"If it's what everyone wants, then I'll try it when the spring festival begins." Gronchar was a little reluctant, but a sudden flash in his mind made him think it was a good idea.

"Grandpa, look." The sound of the grandson's milky voice rang in Glenholm's ears again.

All the Misharus in the square looked out into the distance, the gray clouds stained with a thin layer of gold.

"Frey!" The long night has finally ended, and spring has come to the land of Navi.

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Iberia, Debans, February 25, 345 Continental Gregorian calendar.

King Ofrite III has been in a good mood lately, and his repressive policy towards the southern realms has finally yielded satisfactory results. A group of territories led by Numancia finally bowed their noble heads to him, and sought compromises with him in various flattering gestures. Offriet apparently did not know that the Marquis Juan Sánchez had dealt with Mastar, a long-standing ally of the Genora dynasty. The other party simply made a choice between being completely annexed by outsiders or being bitten by a relative.

As a result of the bowing of the southern counties, the food shortages in Debans and several surrounding counties were adequately replenished. Overjoyed in his triumph, Ofhrit III did not forget to order the sale of grain at a parity price to civilians on the brink of famine. It should be said that there was nothing wrong with the order itself, but the shortcomings of Ofrite's political personality led to undesirable consequences.

After the king had issued the order and appointed the executives, he went on to deal with other military affairs in high spirits. The appointed nobles and ministers immediately saw the benefits of this government to them, and the state was on the verge of danger when the majority of the officials of a state began to equate power with a tool for profit. In a democratic state, public opinion and some other institutions of power can still play a certain role in containing and purifying this phenomenon, but in a feudal autocracy, except for the highest power, no one else is powerless to correct such a mistake.

Ofriet is very subjective when dealing with government affairs, but he simply follows his own plan. His plans can be said to be quite standard, but he always ignores a very important point: the actual situation does not always develop according to the plan. Overfleet thought only about how to act according to his vision, but rarely thought about how to bring the environmental conditions closer to the needs of his plan. It's like a chef making a top-notch dish and ignoring how to get the perfect ingredients and simply following the recipe.

After a day of diligent work on his own blueprint, the king of Iberia accepted an invitation from a nobleman of social prowess in the royal capital to attend a banquet at their home. At about nine o'clock that night, Ofriet III arrived at the other party's mansion as promised.

His Majesty's arrival immediately added a great deal of luster to the face of his master, and he greeted the King into his banquet with great grace for the purpose of showing off. By the time Ofhrit entered the hall, the whole feast had already begun for a considerable time, and after a period of preparation, it was evident that the host of the banquet wanted to bring the feast to its climax as soon as the king arrived, so as to win the king's favor.

So when Ofhrit III had just greeted several familiar noble ministers, the host of the banquet could not wait to announce that today's finale was about to be staged.

"Ah, all of you here, I believe that many of you have a deeper understanding and research on dance. I don't think you want to miss out on the dance that was praised at the court banquet of Pames, so I have the pleasure of introducing you to such a wonderful dancer today, so please give you a warm welcome. As soon as the master's words fell, the servants on the side extinguished most of the candles around them, allowing them to concentrate more on the stage.

Wrapped in a thin blanket, the dancers slowly come into view, and the dancers throw the carpet into the air to cover their faces as the Iberian national music plays. Everyone was instantly stunned by the beauty of the dancer, and her graceful figure under her sexy outfit firmly caught the men's attention.

Ofriett raised his eyebrows, he had already recognized the dancing girl on stage, and of course the reader should have guessed that it was Eugaris, who had disappeared from Caiunescu more than two months ago. Ofhrit did not immediately react to interrupt the dancer's performance, but instead took the patience to enjoy Eugaris's performance seriously.

Compared with more than half a year ago, Eugaris has a deeper understanding of dance. If at the beginning of the performance at Parmis people's attention was entirely on her figure, today at least half of the attention is still in the same direction, and even those who consider themselves artistically accomplished will admit that the dance itself is quite attractive to him. The accompaniment is completely Iberian folk music, so if people know that this is the first time that Eucaris has performed under such music, many people will find it very incredible.

Iberian folk music is enthusiastic and unrestrained, with a strong sense of rhythm. It is quite difficult to dance well with its accompaniment, although it is not difficult to simply dance to the beat. Because of its strong sense of rhythm, it is easy for others to feel that when the dancer's beat and the beat of the music are slightly incompatible. Hence the Iberian proverb: "There are many who can dance, but few who can dance." This means that it is easy to do something, but it is not easy to become an expert in that aspect of it.

Today, however, Eugaris did not make the native Iberians feel uncomfortable at all, and she worked so well with the dance music that it was simply seamless. In this respect, Eucaris's success in her profession is not entirely due to her body, but perhaps it should be said that she is indeed a genius in dancing.

When the dance ended, after a short silence, the warm applause suddenly drowned out the unfamiliar Yugaris. And many of the nobles in the back row also found that their king began to push through the crowd and rush to the stage.