The Sage of Einar

In the morning Laura and Daven woke up from their beds and, putting on their slippers, they got up so they could run to the waiting room.

Because they wanted to see the gifts that the mythical Santa Claus that his father had told him had brought him.

They, like good children, had left milk and cookies under the pine tree for the mythical Santa Claus, so they were sure that he had brought them something.

When they reached the waiting room of the palace, they saw some boxes covered with a beautiful red paper that was wrapped with a cloth bow.

With surprise, the two children ran towards the gifts, which were marked with their names. When they opened them, they were surprised by what they found.

Laura opened a large wooden box and found a beautiful golden ax that did not seem to have an edge.

Daven, for his part, found two things, a book called The Art of War and a chess set made of silver and gold.

The two children enjoyed their toys while Einar watched them from the doorway as Kassia hugged his shoulder.

"You don't think it's a fantastic tradition for children. They don't have to be very advanced toys, but look at their faces full of happiness.

I have to work hard to protect them. "

Kassia, who was hugging him, giggled a little and stroked Einar's face "You're doing the best you can.

You are creating a new generation of leaders who may have all the qualities they need, although I would like to always protect them.

I think that sooner or later they will have to know the outside world, which is full of death and blood.

It's good that they grow up in a healthy environment but we can't let them grow up in a bubble either, they must know the cruel functioning of the world. "

Einar smiled and took Kassia by the waist "They are going to do it with Vilhelm and in the army, in those places they are going to know the reality of the world around them.

They will learn everything they should know, but thanks to their relaxed childhood, they will not have mental problems in the future, which will lead them to be psychopaths.

But we will have to create manuals to identify mental illnesses. Some can be controlled, but some others can cause problems.

Either way, as humans, we are fragile. "

After this, they looked at the children for a while before approaching them to listen to them talk about how wonderful their gifts were.

For the next few days, things were fairly quiet, as Einar oversaw the final construction of the Praetorian barracks.

He also reviewed the general functioning of the nation and took a short three-day tour of the entire kingdom by boat.

Supervising at all times the progress of the constructions in the towns, also in that period of time he asks about the complaints or shortcomings of the citizens.

In most cases there was no problem, but in mountain villages a good situation was found where more animal skins were required.

This because the winter in the mountains was a little colder than in the rest of the island, Einar knowing all this planned to bring more furs and charcoal briquettes.

After visiting all the places that were being built, he returned to the imperial palace where he spent the rest of the days until December 31 arrived.

It was on that day that the first boxing tournament of the Nordic nation took place; the event was held in the central square where everyone gathered to watch the opponents fight.

The event was so important that those who could not see the event could only hear it from the presenters who were using a spyglass and metal megaphones.

The confrontation between all was so exciting that even Laisa promised to learn to box once the baby was born.

Einar had to promise his wife that he would teach her.

The last fight was the Irishman, Brian, against a Scottish slave. The fight was exciting. Brian effectively hit the Scottish.

Until making a hook to the jaw, he ended up knocking him out. The referee, an Anglo-Saxon slave, counted the time in which the Scotsman was passed out and gave Brian the winner.

Einar proudly presented him with his belt and all his awards.

"This is a big step for boxing, but a small one in your boxing career. I'm sure you will achieve great things."

All the slaves, regardless of nationality, shouted with joy, as it had been an extremely exciting event for everyone.

After that Einar informed everyone that when 12 chimes will be heard, the new year will begin.

As a major celebration once again sacrificed the valuable saltpeter to create fireworks, fortunately, the large number of people in the new towns were creating septic tanks.

Which were made in special areas where they maintained a correct temperature, so that the saltpeter crystals could form.

Although it might seem like a lot, the amount of saltpeter produced will be too small to produce gunpowder, however to produce nitric acid, it will be more than enough.

In the afternoon, Einar was reunited with his family while they explained the operation of the fireworks.

"How can you realize the combination of coal, saltpeter and sulfur can produce gunpowder, then only salts are added to make them have the desired color.

Not all salts work, but the ones that do can produce striking colors. "

Daven looked at his dad with pride "Is it possible to make the color red or other colors?"

Einar stroked his son's hair "Yes, it can be done, but we have to try many kinds of salts and they must also be made of non-toxic materials.

For example, if we use mercury or lead salts, we will be putting everyone's life at risk. That is why we have to be careful.

Remember what I told you about the code of conduct for scientists. We can create materials for different purposes.

But under no circumstances should we do research to harm our citizens, only tyrants do that.

It is different when you think about using these weapons against enemies, because in war sometimes it is necessary to use special weapons.

The use of these weapons should only be avoided if an understanding between the participants of the war is guaranteed and a war convention is signed.

Where it is detailed that no one should harm the belligerents of war using chemical or biological techniques.

Sometimes it is better to be the bad guy in history than to be the good and stupid one who lost the war, because history is defined by the winners. "

After that talk, they all talked together until nightfall, so Einar placed a huge roast pig on the table.

Like some salads and different kinds of bread, when everyone was enjoying dinner, the hourglass in the dining room struck 12 o'clock.

From what could be heard throughout the capital of Asgard, the ringing of bells in the orphanage, the port and the imperial palace.

The bells rang 12 times before the colors of the fireworks could be seen in the starry sky.

Who caused a happy hunger in the entire population regardless of whether they were slaves or citizens. All of them enjoyed their new lives or what they had achieved that year.

But everyone was sure that Einar had created a safe place for them.

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