Blue Sword

Persson ran away with the ax on his shoulder, and the four children followed him laughing.

The boys begged to touch the axe, while the girls praised Persson's handsomeness, which made him happy.

They disappeared at the intersection in the distance, and Hidrifa silently sat up from the muddy ground.

She didn't cry, she just pressed her red and swollen cheeks and said nothing.

"Haha, Vikings." A vicissitudes of voice sounded.

Hilda Lifa raised her head and looked at the person who spoke.

The village chief, Wilder, was a man in his forties. He seemed to be returning from outside the village and happened to witness the scene just now.

"Village chief, my mother asked me to exchange my ax with you for bread and pickled fish." Hidliba stood up and said softly, "But the ax was taken away."

"I saw it." Old Wilder looked at her calmly, "Aren't you willing to give in?"

Hidliefa looked at him puzzled.

"Reluctance is the original instinct that drives humans to kill." Old Wilder said, "Human beings are born unequal."

"You know? I have also had... important things taken away from me."

"What?" Little Hidliba looked at him with wide eyes.

"My lover." Old Wilder said seriously, "She is the daughter of a certain blacksmith. She has a plump figure, white breasts and beautiful blond hair. I was an apprentice in the blacksmith shop at the time, and I fell in love with her at first sight. We are in love with each other and have made a lifelong commitment to each other."

"Later she was taken away... and became someone else's mistress. The other person was the son of a small local lord. He was of noble birth, knowledgeable, and well-off. His conditions were a thousand times better than mine in all aspects. At that time, I went to find him He reasoned, but was beaten severely by his guards, and he escaped by pretending to be dead."

"Since then, I have known that people are not equal. Many times, the pinnacle of life that you strive to reach throughout your life is probably just the starting point for others. Whether it is family background, wealth, or knowledge, you are not him. opponent."

"At this time, it will be easy for him to take away anything you value."

After Old Wilder spoke meaningfully, he walked forward leisurely.

Sidrifa followed him silently. She didn't know why she followed, she just did it subconsciously.

"Is there no way?" Hidrifa finally asked, "How...to protect my things from being snatched away?"

"Oh, there is a way." Old Wilder stopped and looked at her indifferently, "There is a way that can give you a chance, just a chance, to defeat those superior guys."

"That's desperate."

"Desperately." Hidrifa repeated his words blankly.

The two passed by houses, walked through farmland, crossed the beach, and came to a simple pier on the seaside.

"Twenty years later." Old Wilder looked at the sea level in the distance and showed a cruel smile with some pleasure. "I led the pirates to sneak attack and ransack his castle. I threw him to death in front of him. child, insulted his wife and mistress, and finally hanged him before the coat of arms of his family.”

"From that moment on, I really defeated him and completely crushed him under my feet."

"Pirates, are they Vikings?" Hidrifa asked.

"Not all pirates are Vikings, but Vikings are almost all born pirates." Old Wilder said lightly, "The Vikings are an extraordinary Norman clan at the end of the Fifth Age. They rely on robbery and fighting. To make a living. They once controlled the North Sea and frightened the Franks on the mainland, so much so that they fearfully called the pirates from the north, whether they were from the Viking clan or not, 'Vikings'."

"But there are no purebred Viking clans anymore. The mainland now calls us Normans. We are considered to be the descendants of the Vikings, the northern Jamanis and the local indigenous people."

"It is said that the Viking clan has the secret of mastering frost. They can freeze the shields and weapons of their enemies, and even use frost to destroy their fingers and arms. Therefore, the hair of purebred Vikings is also pure white like frost. Look around, are there people with white hair there?"

"Really talking about Viking blood, usually the lighter the hair color, the more Viking blood, and blond hair is a characteristic of the Jamani people, including the Franks and Scandinavian natives. The hair color in our village The closest thing to white is your mother, Sally.”

"Is mom a Viking?" Sidrifa asked innocently.

"Maybe." Old Wilder laughed out loud, "You have also seen what your mother looks like now. Does it make any difference whether she is a Viking or not?"

Hilda fell silent.

"Here, take it." Old Wilder fished out a few fresh fish from the small cabin at the back of the boat and threw them to her.

"I don't have an ax to trade with you." Hidrifa said honestly.

"It's okay, little Sidrifa." Old Wilder looked at her with a smile, "Maybe you are my daughter... I calculated the date, it's not impossible."

"Remember, it doesn't matter whether you are a Viking or not. What matters is whether you have a strong unwillingness in your heart and the courage to fight for your life." Old Wilder said, "When facing a desperate situation of life and death, there is hell in front of you and hell behind you. It's slavery. You risk your life to take that step..."

"And survive, and you win."

"What if you don't survive?" Hidrifa grabbed the beating fish and asked.

"Then you'll die." Old Wilder shrugged, "So you still have to have a strong body. To step into hell, courage is only the most basic requirement."

Little Hidliba returned home with fresh fish in her hands. The window had been opened, and the annoying smell had dissipated. Sally, who had platinum hair, was combing her long hair and looked over lightly.

"Mom." Sidrifa called out while holding the still struggling fish.

"I asked you to get kippers, why did you get live fish?" Sally raised her slender eyebrows and immediately cursed, "Where's the bread? You can't do such a simple thing?"

Hidliba remained silent.

"You're rolling in the mud again! Why are you all dirty? Do you know how much this dress of yours cost me?"

Hilda still didn't speak.

Sally scolded her, then took the bucket next to her and rinsed her briefly, restoring her beautiful long, light blond hair to its soft luster.

Then she was wiped dry and put on another set of clean girl's clothes.

Sally went to the woods outside, used a dagger to skillfully scrape off the scales of the fish, cleaned out the internal organs, skewered it on a branch and lit a fire to roast it.

Sidrifa looked at her blankly.

"I learned this technique from a passing bard." Sally carefully sprinkled the grilled fish with earth salt and said, "If not for this, you would have been able to eat raw fish like a fur seal. …”

"Mom." Hidrifa suddenly asked, "How can I have a strong body?"

"Why are you asking this?" Sally was stunned for a moment, and immediately started to curse, "It must be that stinky pirate Old Wilder who has instilled something in you, right? How many times have I told her that you Not his daughter! You have nothing to do with that old man!"

"Then who is my father?" Hidrifa asked.

Sally fell silent immediately.

"Don't worry about it." After a while, Sally said calmly, "What you have to do is live a good life, grow up to be a beautiful girl, and then find a young nobleman or a wealthy businessman to marry. I will marry you." Being so beautiful is not for you to abuse your body rudely, do you understand?"

Hidliefa nodded.

The author has to go out to collect materials this weekend and cannot type. Therefore, I have prepared two chapters in advance and set them to be published at 12:00 noon on Saturdays and Sundays. This is a temporary update during the weekend. Please forgive me.