Ember Gun

  Chapter 438 Dedication

  Ival was dressed in neat clothes, his messy hair was deliberately taken care of, and the messy stubble on his face was trimmed. He looked much cleaner, as if he was going to participate in some grand event.

  He was sitting in a chair, and this time there was no chain binding him, but Ivar still felt a sense of decadence. There were guards all around him, and Cornel was standing by the window where the setting sun fell.

  Curry is in charge of the negotiation, and Cognell is in charge of Ivar, and there is a long corridor between them.

   "You are about to be free, Yvar."

  Cognel said to Ivar that the man had been trying to hide himself in the shadows, and Cognel standing by the window could hardly see his appearance.

"free?"

  Probably the reason for not speaking for too long, Ivar’s voice was a little stiff.

He raised his head and looked out of the window next to Cosnel. In the afterglow of the setting sun, you could see the flying seabirds faintly. The music had already been played in the theater below, and they were transmitted to this room through the heavy stone walls. In the middle, the singing was slow, and under the warm sunset, there were a few more gentle touches.

   "Yes, freedom, you will no longer be imprisoned, do whatever you want."

  Conel continued.

  Actually, he shouldn’t have said so many things to Ivar, but perhaps the faint common ground is at work. Cognel wants to talk to Ivar something... everything is good, just like small talk.

It is rare for Cognell to meet someone who is "equal" to him. He is the heir of the Garrell royal family. Ivar in the shadow belongs to the heir of the Rodbroker family, and the blood of the king is flowing in their bodies. .

  "Do you think that is freedom? I will be bound by another thing if I leave Galunaro...No one is free."

  Ival's voice is a bit sad.

   "That at least is better than now."

  Cognell did not understand Ivar’s grief, he just felt that there were not many opportunities, and he might never see Ivar again after today.

   "They should have already negotiated, Curry and the guy named Hybold."

  Conel checked the time, and soon he should take the guards to **** Ivar away.

   "Hyboard?"

  Ival read the familiar name, and for some reason a smile appeared on his face.

   "However, I still want to know one thing, Ivar, Curry has been there before. I am not very good at asking questions, but now is a good time."

   Cornell glanced out the window. A large number of believers had gathered in the theater square. Just as Currie said, the wheel of history had already rolled and no one would stop him.

  He knows this very well, so he just took a look, and then walked to Ival's side.

"What do you want to ask?"

  Ival raised his head, and the moment his eyes intersected, Cornel involuntarily avoided his sight.

Obviously this guy in front of him is a born deformity and a bargaining chip at the negotiating table. Except for his blood, Ivar is worthless at all. It stands to reason that Cognel would never fear such a person, but at that moment he seemed to Something cut his pupils.

  Cognell looked at Ivar warily, as if there was something violent hidden under this weak body.

   "What do you think about doing such a thing for a woman?"

  Cognell is curious.

  "You are the king's heir, just like me. If you want to, many things are at your fingertips...but why did you do such a stupid thing? I want to know."

  This is the most incomprehensible thing for Cornel. It can be said that the beginning of all this is due to Irene’s actions, and she successfully deceived Ivar.

   "To be honest, I don't believe you will be stupid enough to believe that woman's words, that is to say, you know the result, and you still follow her without hesitation, do you?"

  It’s so weird, it’s so weird. When Cornel learned that all this went so smoothly, he couldn't figure out the reason for these things.

  He smelled a hint of conspiracy, although it was very light, but it was disturbing.

Cognell had also suggested this to Curry, but maybe Ival’s disguise was too perfect. His decadent appearance deceived everyone, and the gloom from his heart covered him, even the cunning Curry. Can only be convinced.

  Cognell noticed that the invisible shadow completely covered himself and Gallunalo.

  Is the Iron Law Bureau really tricking Ivar? Or did he come here on purpose?

  Cognier can't figure it out clearly.

   "Reason?"

  It was a rare smile for Ival, not knowing whether he laughed at himself, or thinking of the short and beautiful time, the smile on his face was so uncomfortable.

   "Yes, I really went with Irene, I know she is lying to me, I also know her purpose, I know all these things..."

  Ival appeared to be troubled when he said that, as if he didn't know how to explain to Cosnel, he almost wanted to speak, and finally held back.

"and then?"

  Conel asked, Ivar still did not give his reason.

  He is not afraid of Ivar, here is full of choir guards, and Ivar is just a natural deformity, and Cognell does not think Ivar will threaten him much.

   "Then... this kind of thing is difficult for me to explain to people like you." Ivar said.

   "A person like me?"

   "Yes, people like you, people bathing in the sun."

  Ivar kept a violent smile on his face. He seemed to really want to smile at Cosnel, but he didn't seem to be very familiar with this expression, which caused his smile to be fake.

   "I have stayed in the dark for so long, that a gleam of light is worth everything, even if it is false...at least I have it briefly, that's enough."

  Ival said something that Cognell could not understand.

  The conversation between the two fell silent for a while, and after a while of silence, it was Ivar who spoke first.

   "Did you say that Hyboard has come?"

   "According to the time it is like this."

"Okay, I get it now."

  Ival nodded and cast his eyes out of the window. The setting sun slowly sank below the sea level, and the warm light stepped back in the cold of the night.

  He was a little reluctant to bear the last light, and said with some sigh.

  "I like this place, Garunallo. It is much warmer than the Viking countries. There is fertile land everywhere, not solid frozen ground."

  Cognell looked at Ivar in a strange way. From Ivar’s point of view, he should hate Gallunaro, but from his expression, the love he said seemed to come from the heart.

   "My father, Ragnar Rodbrook, King of the Ice Sea, I think you know him, right."

   "Well, the warrior who unified the Viking nations, who wouldn't know his name?" Conil replied.

  "Do you know? The last thing my father regrets in his life is to become the King of the Ice Sea."

  Ival told the story of being covered in dust.

  Conel's expression became serious. He believed that what Ivar was telling was not a lie, but the story was still a bit too surprising.

  The last thing a king regrets is becoming a king.

"My father was 16 years old when he went to sea alone for the first time. It was in the winter of the Viking countries. Everyone was shaking in the cold wind and could not eat enough. To survive and not let his relatives starve to death, He became a pirate, plundering wealth and food, like many Vikings’ life journeys."

  Everything seems to be back to the past, and the picture is yellowish with the years.

"He succeeded. It seems that God Odin is protecting him. He has plundered enough supplies to survive the cold winter... But the cold winter will always come back. When the second cold winter hits, someone joined his team, and the looted ships changed. There are more and more people they need to take care of..."

  Ival's voice is very soft, as if telling an old story.

  "In this way, he looted year after year, until one day he turned his head and was surprised to find that he was already following countless people behind him, like an army.

He hoped that more people could survive. For this goal, he tried to unify the conflicting nations. After many years, he did it. But then he found that the people he had to take care of were from a few people. The relatives became countless people. "

  Cognier swallowed. It was obviously just a story, but he felt a burst of cold inexplicably, which was emitted from Ivar, like a fragrance of flowers, and like a cold wind blowing on his face.

"When he became a king, he discovered the cruel truth, why the countries have been fighting, because this cold and barren land can't feed so many people. People can only fight, fight, and plunder to reduce the population. The so-called The dedication to God Odin was only to beautify this cruel fact.

In the cold winter every year, many people die, and more and more. As a king, he wants to save his people, but he finds that he can't do it. Once he just plundered a merchant ship, it was enough to feed the whole family, but now Woolen cloth? What he wants to feed is countless people from all over the country, so what should he do to plunder? "

  The light faded inch by inch, and darkness was about to come. Gradually, in this dimly lit room, Cornel could hardly see Ivar's face.

   "Yes, plundering is not a solution. It is not the honor of God Odin that can solve this dilemma, nor the promise of going to the Hall of Valor after death."

  In the dimness, Yvar's voice became evil, with disgusting blood, as if he had turned into some kind of unspeakable monster for a moment.

"The one who can solve this dilemma is war, a victorious and cruel war. Maybe this will kill many people, but we may be able to plunder warm and fertile land. There will be no more cold winters, no more deaths, and there will be harvest crops. As it grows, more people will survive."

Under the words of the devil, Cornel understood everything in an instant, but he could not think that the truth was so cruel, nor could he think that Ivar was so crazy, willing to sacrifice himself to this crazy person. war.

  Conel wanted to shout something, but before the sound could be heard, Ivar strangled his throat, and incredible power burst out from his thin arms.

   "Pillage, keep plundering, until the heirs of God Odin are no longer disturbed by the cold wind, until everyone can live happily."

The turbulent air wave carried violent energy and shattered the glass. Everyone wailed in pain under the shock, and then the sound of the landslide penetrated into the ears, almost robbing everyone of hearing, but in the long lingering sound Cornel heard it and saw it.

  Ival's expressions were twisted together, like a ghost, and his voice was clearly heard in his ears.

   "For all this, I am willing to give."

  The shattered noise engulfed everyone, hitting back and forth in this dim room, the sweetness of blood mixed with the winter in the north, and it began to boil and roar.

  (End of this chapter)