Rebirth of the Viking King

"My dear daughter, we meet again"

When the morning prayers were over, the red-robed monks withdrew. Diolenna turned her head towards her daughter. The six-pointed star mask shining brightly in the sunlight blocked her eyes.

Elizabeth had no idea how her mother saw her in this situation.

"Greetings, mother." She said obediently, and then sat down three meters away from her as usual.

"The Lord of Light told me that you are getting married soon. Congratulations, my daughter." The mother's words were like a warm spring breeze, but the information contained in them was something the girl had never heard before.

"Mother, you are joking again."

"I have 'coerced' my father to reject the Saxon prince who came to propose marriage last year. You also know that I will not marry a young man who only thinks about polo and banquets!"

"No, it's not that stupid silverfish." Diolenna said softly. She turned her head slightly and continued to face the sun, reaching out her white hands to touch it gently, as if she didn't mind the dazzling light shining directly on her face.

"I see a king struggling in the Lost Realm. You will stab him, tame him, marry him and become your queen, and fulfill the destiny we are all born for."

"Together you will cleanse this land."

Elizabeth looked at her mother hesitantly. At certain times, when she finished a special long prayer, she would often say some nonsense.

She might be able to understand the individual words, but when put together they seem to become another language.

(king)

(How could I possibly marry a king?)

(What the king needs are wives who are very smart and very smooth in dealing with things. Even my father said that my character, who hangs out with the poor every day——

——Not to mention the king, even ordinary nobles feel that this kind of behavior is very cheap. )

Unlike her brothers and sisters who always dreamed of marrying a nobleman and then establishing a great career, Elizabeth's life aspirations were very ordinary.

In her heart, this pure girl just wants to reduce the number of poor people in the city, so that homeless children can have a full meal every day and be qualified to attend church schools.

I saw thin children growing taller little by little, I saw how poor farmers could eat meat several times a month, and every household could eat two meals a day.

This is the source of her happiness.

As you can imagine, if such an anomaly appears in a royal family, people will inevitably criticize her. Over the past ten years, her "weird taste" has spread throughout the seven countries of England.

The nobles called her "Flea Princess" and "Beggar Goddess". These are some extremely insulting names. Over time, the nobles felt that this was a dangerous behavior even if they were close to her, let alone communication.

It was as if she really had fleas on her body.

But Elizabeth didn't care.

In her eyes, everyone has their own life trajectory in this world. Since the Holy Lord has given me the ability to use "miracle spells", then I will use my identity as "Son of Light" to help as many people as possible I need help people.

"My daughter, today's meeting ends here. I feel hundreds of hungry souls calling for you."

“You’ve done well in the past few years.

Thanks for your hard work. Your Highness, Son of Light. "

Looking at her mother speechlessly, Elizabeth felt that no matter how she looked at the communication she had with her mother every day, it did not look like a normal conversation between mother and daughter.

"Mother, I made some biscuits with the orphans in the orphanage yesterday. Although they may be a little burnt, they are what the children wanted after all."

Elizabeth took out a wooden box wrapped in silk from behind and opened it gently. Inside were some biscuits shaped into piglets and horses.

Of course, most of them were shaped into men holding swords.

This is their father who will never return.

Their father had died on the other side of the North Sea, in the cold Scandinavia.

**

Half an hour later, Elizabeth arrived at the back of the Holy Cathedral in Oxford. This is a narrow strip of land with an area of ​​nearly 1,000 square meters. It is a key location connecting the "lower city area" and the "upper city area".

In most cities, this kind of land is usually planned as a shop. Residents in Xiacheng District have some spare money in their pockets and want to indulge in some sporadic luxury. They can go into these not-too-high-cost shops and buy high-quality cigarettes, cured meats, and clothing and knives.

Nobles and wealthy businessmen in the upper-class areas occasionally encounter economic crises, and they can also come to these relatively common stores to buy excessive supplies to survive difficult times.

However, in the Mercian capital "Oxford City", such a piece of land with high commercial value was approved by "honest man" Elam to build an orphanage. This initiative will certainly help all residents to see the orphans in the orphanage to increase their chances of being adopted.

But as far as the royal family is concerned, no matter how you look at it, this is not a good way to easily make money.

Elizabeth was wearing a pure white linen skirt and walking briskly on the street. Along the way, she carried no bodyguards, no weapons, or even a horse.

Just like the daughters of these neighbors, she blended in the crowd and walked quickly to the orphanage.

"Princess Elan, bless you!"

“We all pray for your safe days and nights——

——Thank the Holy Lord Christ for sending you to us!"

Along the way, all the old people who saw her saluted respectfully. However, the increasing number of stares made the girl blush. She quickened her pace, and in the end she even trotted into the main gate of the orphanage like a frightened deer.

The scorching sun shone on her fluttering long skirt, like an angel descending to earth.

**

It was not easy to get into the gate. Before Elizabeth could rest, hundreds of young figures immediately surrounded her. Feeling the slightly warm bodies of the children pressed against her, the girl giggled and picked up a toddler girl nearby and hugged her shoulders.

"Little Jasmine, let me see if your cold is better today?"

"Yeah"

"Sister, I'm so hungry. "

The innocent girl's world is free of any impurities. Turning her head to look at the nun beside her, the nun spread her hands and made a helpless gesture.

Among the seven countries of England, Mercia is vast and powerful. However, its excessive population means that there are not many resources that can be distributed to individuals.

Last summer, the Vikings who suddenly landed from the North Sea burned churches, killed civilians and turned large tracts of fertile land into scorched earth.

The orphanage that was originally empty was instantly overcrowded.

However, this was only the beginning of the disaster.

In the autumn, Northumbria, Mercia, which was deeply poisoned by the Vikings, and the wealthy Wessex jointly sent troops to fight the Vikings. 1,500 Mercian navy followed The navy captain Letus sailed east to the Scandinavian Peninsula and his entire army was wiped out, and no one returned.

In the seven kingdoms of England, it is almost impossible for a woman to raise 3-4 children without a man. In this case, if she wants to avoid starving to death with her family, she can only send a few children to an orphanage.

So last fall, nearly 500 orphans poured into the orphanage in Oxford.

The operating system of the orphanage is even on the verge of collapse.

Although the people of Mercia are kind-hearted, almost everyone feels that a war is inevitable.

When disaster strikes, no one will adopt extra children.

This is thanks to They survived this cold winter only because of Elizabeth's constant running around day and night, helping the city nobles, and even threatening them at times.

However, spring is a time of scarcity.

Farmers need to save seeds for spring plowing, and merchants in the city have been exploited by Elizabeth for the entire winter, and now they are going out of the city to collect goods.

At this time, the orphans can only rely on themselves.

Gently kissing the delicate face of the girl in her arms, Elizabeth put her down, gathered her hands into a lotus shape and raised them high.

Emelo,

A long string of prayers that do not belong to this world came out of her mouth. If the sunlight that cannot be picked up by humans is actually gathered on her In her hands, strands of golden light gradually condensed, and finally gathered into the shape of a loaf of bread.

After the long spell was cast, the girl was already sweating all over.

Although it seemed like a simple "miracle spell" was cast, Elizabeth was already on the verge of exhaustion.

Despite her fatigue, she smiled at the bread in her hand, which was only the size of an adult's fist.

Regardless of her sweat, the girl gently broke the bread in her hand. A rich milky aroma emanated from the fermented malt. She handed the bread to the girl next to her.

However, at this moment, the broken bread slowly recovered and became as smooth as before!