Rebirth of the Viking King

Fourteen days later, Hanshui Village Government Affairs Hall.

Jerome, wearing a priest's robe, sat in the lord's position, with two chosen ones of the "Law" path sitting next to him on the left and right. On the side of the government affairs hall, a "jury" composed of 12 ordinary villagers from Hanshui Village was watching with eager eyes.

In front of them stood a Viking hunter and a Slavic worker.

"Your Excellency, the three lambs I raised at home slipped into this Viking brother's yard yesterday. As a result, I woke up early this morning and found that the lambs were scattered, and this bastard didn't even return them to me!"

"This is the lamb from the production team of my Hanshui Village! It is not my Lev's personal property. He took the lamb from me. This is the common property of the villagers of my Hanshui Village!"

"Haha" the Viking hunter next to him sneered immediately after hearing this sentence.

"You Slavic beast only said that your sheep was lost, but do you know what damage your sheep caused me?!" the Viking Orion said again, while taking out an empty salt bag from behind.

"Because you stupid beast didn't tie the reins at night, your three sheep got into my cahon, slipped into the kitchen, and licked clean the bag of salt I just bought and the spices I put aside. It’s worth 2 silver coins, and I plan to use it until next spring!”

"You still blame me for detaining your sheep? The price of my half bag of salt is worth 5 lambs! I have to grab 2 more lambs for you to make up for all the losses. I also care that these are the lambs of the production team. I let you go, but your grandson came here to complain first!"

The Viking hunters refused to give in, but since the Slavic farmers had grown rapidly in numbers, their backbone had also rapidly hardened, and they did not make any concessions in words.

Especially when Oleg successfully returned from the Baltic Sea and brought back the 7 statues of the "Hahoran Temple". Jerome followed Loki's instructions before leaving and gave them 200 silver coins, allowing them to freely choose a piece of land in Foggy Duck Town to build their own temple.

The Slavs who had religious beliefs felt that their lords valued them. After just one summer, the Slavs' past servility was wiped away, and they would no longer be slaves to themselves. Because now, they can also become the chosen ones and contribute when defending the village.

"Haha! It's so funny that you don't close the door at night and you blame my lamb? Doesn't this mean that your wife was slept with at night, and you have to blame me, Old Lev?!"

"Haha! I like to close the door! But you kid can't even look at the lamb. If one day my wife also transfers to Cahon in Lava, haha, don't blame me for being blind and confused!"

"Hahaha!" The crowd on the jury burst into excited laughter as if they were watching a duo. The method used by Jerome to decide the case was exactly the same as that of the Inquisition in the English Islands. They randomly selected 12 ordinary citizens from the city to serve as a jury, and they participated in the conviction.

On the one hand, this process of everyone participating in legislation can allow the people to understand the difficulties of the lords. On the other hand, it can also make everyone have more respect for the word "law" in the process of personal experience.

Jerome, who was in the position of lord, shook his head slightly. It was difficult for an upright official to deal with household matters, and this was obviously a household matter. One of the two parties did not lock the door, and the other did not control the sheep. They seemed to have their own reasons.

In the end, Jerome rubbed his sore eyebrows. Considering that he seemed to have yet to finish compiling the textbooks for the next semester, he reluctantly picked up the gavel and tapped the table twice. Then he stretched out a finger and pointed at the piece above his head. plaque.

[Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest]

This plaque was written by Loki himself. Before leaving, he had kindly told Jerome that any case where it was "difficult to judge who was right and wrong" should not use too much thought.

By pointing to the plaque above their heads, the villagers will naturally know how to solve the problem.

Sure enough, after seeing this familiar gesture, the red-faced two people who were still standing in the audience and arguing tacitly revealed an evil smile. And the 12 jury members around him all let out excited whispers.

"Haha! It's so cool! There's another good show to watch!"

"Isn't it? In this dreary summer, we can't go out to rob, it's almost suffocating us!"

"Haha! Can't you hold it in?! After one damn summer, even my 5-year-old son became the Chosen One, but I still have the same virtue! Next time the village chief goes to sea, I have to swim with him!"

The 12 jurors either laughed or cursed as they walked to a small dueling ground on the edge of the village, and a large number of villagers gathered around them at the same time. The Slavs and Vikings consciously divided into two groups, and the two "interrogators" took off their shirts, revealing their tendons and walked into the center of the sand duel field.

"Your Majesty Odin, I ask you to witness a fair fight." As a Holy Bishop monk, Jerome felt strange every time he said this sentence, but at this time he did what he did as the acting village chief. Location, this sentence can only be said by him.

Fortunately, "Holy Lord Christ" did not impose divine punishment.

“Both parties present voluntarily resolve their disputes through ‘conviction by gladiatorial combat’. The two will fight with bare hands until one party is unable to stand!

"Both parties are not allowed to hit the lower body or face. The party begging for mercy will automatically be deemed to have admitted defeat!"

"The loser will be compensated according to the winner's wishes!"

"Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest!"

"Let the fighting begin!"

"Drink!" the Slavic farmer roared and jumped on the Viking hunter, and the Viking hunter was not to be outdone. The two waved their iron fists on the duel field made of sea sand, and immediately began a fist-to-flesh fight. .

"Haha, what the village chief said is indeed true. The weather is hot in summer, so we must make more use of the arena to let these energetic guys vent their excess power, otherwise they will cause trouble for me every day!"

Rubbing his sore brain, Jerome wanted to squeeze out of the arena, but when he looked back, he found that he could no longer get out.

"Haha! Do it! Brother Lev, knock him!"

"Lava, you bastard, that Slavic bastard's fist is as weak as cotton, don't embarrass us Vikings! Odin is watching from the sky!"

"I'll give three copper coins to the shepherd Lev! Lev! You have to stand up straight for me! You have to prove that we Slavs are not easy to bully!"

"I'll give 5 coppers to Odin's awesome boy Rava! Go ahead! Go ahead! Go ahead!"

Jerome was like a poor sardine, tightly packed in the middle of a large group of muscular men. At this moment, he suddenly regretted that he had neglected to practice martial arts recently.

Faced with this situation, he has only one last option

"Katya! My lady, where are you?"

Katya is the security captain of Hanshui Village and Jerome's first choice when he gets into trouble. Although it is quite embarrassing for a grown man to often call his wife to come to the rescue, once Jerome uses his flaming sword, his divine power is simply unmatched by mortals.

If he doesn't use it, he is an out-and-out rookie.

In the past, when Katya shouted with two sound effects, she would definitely come down from the sky with a matte black spear.

But today, she did not show up.