Rebirth of the Viking King

The kitchen area of ​​"The Broad Ax Inn" is quite spacious. Because the main customers are poor Vikings who don't have much spare money, the food produced in the kitchen is mainly rye bread. A large piece of rye bread, served with a small A dish of dried salted fish and a glass of ale are the best-selling foods in the hotel.

The selling price only requires 1 Slavic iron coin.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Sophie heard several loud scoldings.

"Sir Odin, you old immortal thing, why haven't you died for me yet?"

"I have been praying to the seven gods in the Hall of Valor all morning. I pray that you froze to death last night! If not, you might as well have been hit by a carriage outside!"

"As a washerwoman, you are late every day! To put it bluntly, the three of you are not as capable as the Slavic slaves I once hired! Damn it, if Duke Loki hadn't ordered the abolition of slavery, no one would have hired you. These old bastards are paid to work!”

The one yelling was a stout Viking servant girl. Putting her little head out from the table, Sophie looked at the obviously too wide outline and felt that the man's size was at least as big as Grandpa Gore's.

Perhaps she also knew that she was wrong for being late, so the hunchbacked old woman didn't say anything back, but just kept apologizing.

However, a boy who was only seventeen or eighteen years old beside her stood up, looked up at the landlady and said in a deep voice: "I have helped Mrs. Mai complete a lot of her work, and we did not delay the work in the hotel today!"

This young man has sunken cheeks and is quite thin. Judging from his accent, he should be a Polish young man who grew up in a Viking city. They were usually plundered from the east coast of the Baltic Sea as adopted sons. If they met a strong and good father, they could also pick up an ax and go out to fight.

But if their adoptive father dies, most of these children who have no assets and cannot practice martial arts will have to rely on working to support themselves. Their lives were generally miserable, and a considerable number of them even became slaves again and eventually died miserably in their labor positions.

Nefertiti narrowed her eyes. If he guessed correctly, this person should have practiced some kind of evil magic similar to Yiyi Taijutsu. This young man might be able to deceive most mortals, but there was no way he could deceive her simply by using his psychic powers to change his body shape and voice.

She clearly remembered the waveform of this young man's psychic energy.

This seemingly poor young man is the "fire sacrificer" at the fire ceremony last night - the fish in the abyss.

(This is how the gang originally operates)

Having lived in two lifetimes, Nefertiti understood the operating ideas of the "Vulcan Cult" in a flash of thought.

Different from the "Illuminati" who focus on developing believers among the upper class of society, and the "Holy Bishop" who vigorously unites the middle class and rich peasants, the focus of the development of Zoroastrianism is on the "people at the bottom of society who are almost never taken seriously" There is no owner”.

They were born quietly, surviving as tenaciously as weeds in the cracks of various social systems. In the end, they passed away either due to military disasters, diseases, or just because they were fed up with this endless life of poverty.

They were almost never taken seriously by any lord.

But it is undeniable that such people accounted for more than 90% of any society in the Middle Ages.

They are the cornerstone of this cruel world.

Who would have thought that a priest-level character who gave orders in the Fire Sacrifice would have Viking nobles, wealthy French businessmen, and mysterious Eastlanders from the Tang Dynasty under his command.

However, the real identity of a person with this kind of identity in the real world is actually a Polish laborer who washes pots and floors in a dilapidated hotel.

If it weren't for Nefertiti, who had the ability to discern psychic powers, she would have turned the entire city upside down, and no one would have found out that this fire priest had such an identity.

But this is the blind spot of everyone’s consciousness.

"Little sister, as long as we have confirmed this person's identity, let's not alert him first."

"I have been a pharaoh for 20 years, and I know that to deal with this kind of secret society hidden underground, we must follow the clues, find all the hidden branches and uproot them! 'The Fire Sacrifice' is just one end, we have to find it next. The 'herald of fire'."

"Judging from his body shape when he came ashore, he should be an Eastlander from the East. It shouldn't be difficult to find him."

During the era when Nefertiti was in power, China was in the Shang Dynasty. During the Shang Dynasty, the pre-Qin schools of thought and the art of self-cultivation and qi refining had not yet appeared. China, like other countries in the world, still relied on belief in gods as the main way to obtain power.

In Thebes, the city of hundreds of gates, she had seen the Eastlanders who had traveled to the Western Continent, but the Eastlanders at that time really couldn't catch the eye of this powerful female pharaoh.

Nefertiti only had a superficial understanding that they seemed to believe in some kind of god with a human head and a snake body, but knew nothing else. In her era, the most powerful opponents of ancient Egypt were the mysterious power "Babylon" originating from the Mesopotamia and the increasingly prosperous ancient Greek city-states under the leadership of Zeus.

Unexpectedly, in this life, Babylon has died and the era of Rome has passed. The Eastern Continent people whom I once regarded as nothing in my previous life have become the most powerful country in the world.

"Hey, how did you get in?"

While Nefertiti was lost in thought, Sophie also stood there blankly. In a dilapidated and dirty kitchen, a little girl wearing a delicate silk cotton-padded jacket with two braids on her head could hardly escape attention.

The stout Viking proprietress grabbed her wrist and just as she was about to push this naughty kid out of the hotel, she suddenly realized that this little girl looked very good in her outfit.

"Hey, little sister, do you want to exchange for some food? Why don't you use the clothes you are wearing to exchange with me?"

Sophie still didn't speak, but after seeing the silk, the proprietress couldn't resist the urge to take it for herself. Stretching out her rough hands, she grabbed Sophie's collar and tried to pull off the delicate cotton jacket.

"Sister Katya said, don't panic when you are in danger, her people will appear within 3 seconds."

3, 2,

I counted three times silently in my mind, and with a soft crash, the defective glass used to insulate the cold air outside the kitchen shattered into hundreds of pieces. A woman wearing light steel armor and holding a sharp short spear descended from the sky like a fallen eagle!

"Take your dirty hands off Princess Sophie's neck!"

Aiming at the neck of the sturdy landlady with a short spear that shone with cold light, the heroic wing guard said calmly.

At this time, the landlady was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground. As a poor person who had never been near the upper city, she really could not imagine that the delicate little girl in front of her could be the only daughter of the lord.

Only Sophie stretched out her little hand, gently held the tip of the spear, and shook her head slightly.