Blue Sword

Year 230 of the 6th Era, 23 kilometers north of Helsingor.

In the small fishing village on the coast, fishermen are returning from their boats one after another.

Seagulls circled and screamed in the sky, and some Norman fishermen threw small fish upwards. Then the seagulls caught the small fish in their mouths in the air, and then fluttered away.

Occasionally, some unlucky guys would bump into each other in a fight for small fish, causing the fishermen below to burst into laughter.

This fishing village has no name, it is also known as the Savage Village.

According to the mainstream feudal legal principles of this era in the West, territory should belong to its lord, and all residents of the territory must pay taxes to the lord.

However, the land called Hoganas is very vast, so the lord's tax collectors cannot monitor every piece of land.

In addition, the Norman people are tough and tough. They usually go out to sea to fish. If they can't survive, they leave the village and become pirates. When the pirates get tired, they find a place to build houses and villages and start fishing. Therefore, there are also a large number of people along the coast of this land. The fishing village is actually in a subtle state of "lost contact" with the lord.

The tax official didn't know there was a village here, and the people in the village didn't know there was a lord, so the village became a savage village that was not officially registered.

The fishermen pulled the boat ashore, and the children in the village rushed to the fishing boat with cheers and began to look for the largest and fattest cod.

A small figure stood by the house, looking at the children running barefoot on the beach with a somewhat envious expression.

But she just stood still because she knew the fishermen would be embarrassed to see her.

Rather, there was a subtle misgiving about her.

This year, Hidliefa was 9 years old.

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She always felt that she had forgotten something important.

After spending an afternoon on the beach facing the sea breeze, Hidliba finally confirmed that she really couldn't remember.

Maybe it was just a hallucination after oversleeping this morning.

She stood up and planned to go home.

Walking to the lowest house in the village, she heard a woman's shout and a man's heavy breathing coming from inside the house.

When her mother was working, she didn't want Hidliefa to disturb her.

So Hilda Lifa went outside into the woods and started digging for earthworms.

After a while, an angry curse rang out in the room:

"I don't want your stinky ax to pay the bill! Stork, if you don't bring enough money next time, don't step into my door!"

"Haha, dear Sally, I will definitely pay both times next time."

The tall Norman man with his pants pulled down yawned and came out. When he saw Hidliefa digging for earthworms outside, he couldn't help but rub her blond little head and said:

"Hidliba, go back. Your mother is waiting for you in the house."

"...Maybe you are my daughter." He muttered with emotion, fastened his belt and left.

Hidrifa covered her nose and returned home, where she saw a white arm lazily stretched out on top of the overburdened old bed.

"Go, pick up the ax at the door, find the village elder Wilder, and come back in exchange for some bread and kippers."

Hilda Lifa picked up the ax and left the house silently.

Sally, Sidrifa's mother, is the only special professional in the village.

Most of her customers were passing pirates, but occasionally fishermen from the village came to visit.

The latter are relatively rare because the fishermen are relatively poor and cannot afford to spend money for fun.

But as time went by, almost every fisherman in the village had a relationship with Sally.

Later, Sally became pregnant.

No one knew why she suddenly chose to get pregnant, and no one even knew who the biological father of the child in her belly was. Therefore, for a while, Sally’s house was filled with all kinds of things, including food and herbs for nourishing the baby.

The women in the village almost exploded, and they closely monitored their husbands, fearing that he would slip out to deliver something to Sally in the middle of the night.

So little Hidliba was born.

The women in the village hated her, called her a "bastard", and maliciously speculated that her father was an old, ugly, old pirate with pus all over his body.

The fishermen in the village would be embarrassed when they saw her, because she might have their own blood flowing on her body, so they could only take care of her and try not to talk to her to avoid being discovered by their sensitive wives.

Privately, the fishermen called little Hidrifa "everyone's daughter."

The children who returned from the fishing boat with a load of fresh cod threw it to their mothers, and exchanged it for another over-frozen, almost hard dried fish from the cellar.

Then they started playing pirate games, pretending that the dried fish in their hands was a battle axe, and making fun of each other while chopping.

The people in the village have subtle feelings about pirates. On the one hand, they have all been pirates before, but on the other hand, they don't like children becoming pirates.

However, children don't care about this. They simply think that pirates are very handsome. They can sail around in boats and kill anyone they see unhappy.

"Today I am a Viking! Suffer death!" One of the blond children said this, and smashed the dried fish in his hand at the other child.

"Persson, you already became a Viking last week!" The children around him shouted dissatisfiedly, "It's time for others to turn as well!"

"Okay! Then let's wrestle. Vikings are all strong men. Whoever can knock me down is a Viking!"

The children immediately fell silent. The blond Persson was the biggest among them, and most of them couldn't beat him.

A certain boy bravely stood up. A few minutes later, he was thrown to the ground heavily by Persson and cried out loud.

Persson tried to maintain a dignified posture and looked at the remaining children arrogantly.

No one spoke.

"Okay, now I am a Viking and the King of the North Sea!" Persson nodded, "Viveka, Thelma, now you are my slave girls, come and serve me."

The two girls pursed their lips and reluctantly stepped forward and squeezed Persson's shoulders.

"Karlsson, Ljungberg, you are pirates who were defeated by me. You took refuge in me because you were afraid of my identity as a Viking. Now you are my guards."

The two boys were overjoyed and immediately took the dried fish and pretended to be wearing swords.

"The others are ordinary villagers, pretending to go fishing now, waiting for me to rob you!" Persson clapped his hands.

So the remaining children immediately dispersed, no one wanted to be caught and beaten by the little Viking pirate.

Persson laughed, watching the children disappear into the distance in panic, and his eyes suddenly fell on Sidliefa opposite.

This little girl has exquisite long pale golden hair, which is smooth and waist-length, and her skin is so fair that it is almost transparent, like a delicate and extremely thin porcelain doll, she looks very cute.

The children guessed that her father must be a nobleman, otherwise how could he have given birth to such a beautiful daughter like a princess. However, every time they talk about this, their mother will say disdainfully:

"That's a bastard. Her father is an old pirate covered in pus."

Persson was a little nervous. He hadn't spoken to Hilda before, so he said cautiously:

"Hey, Sidrifa, do you want to be my princess fiancée? I am a powerful Viking."

The two girls next to him were immediately shocked: "Persson, she is a bastard! Mom said that if you play with her, your face will rot!"

Persson was a little bored with what the two girls said, but Sidliefa across from him just looked at him quietly without speaking, which made him feel a little embarrassed and annoyed.

Just as he was about to go up and slap her, Persson's eyes suddenly caught sight of the ax in her hand.

It was a real axe, and although the wooden handle was covered with mold and the blade was pitted, it was indeed an axe.

It can't be compared to the dried fish they play with.

"Where did you get that ax?" asked Persson, pretending to be kind.

Hidliba finally spoke:

"My mother gave it to me and asked me to go to the village chief in exchange for bread and pickled fish."

"There is no need to ask the village chief. I have bread and kippers here." Persson said immediately, "Give me the ax and I will give you the food in exchange."

Hidley made a sound and handed the ax to him.

Persson took the ax and slapped her to the ground with his backhand.

Little Hidliba covered her face. She didn't understand what was happening, but she saw Persson grabbing her beautiful long hair, stepping hard on her face with the sole of his boot, and said arrogantly:

"Listen up, Hildafa!"

"A true Viking never engages in buying and selling, nor does he use his words to make money!"

"They will only take what they want with their own hands from the cruel iron and fire!"