Rebirth of the Viking King

Back inside the house, under the difficult "translation" of more than 20 English farm workers, Mr. Clint finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

All of this stems from a right owned by the French nobility.

This right is called "right of first night".

**

Looking at the entire Western Continent, the seven countries of England are already considered wealthy compared to the Vikings, but in front of the "Principality of France" on the other side of the strait, they are like hyenas beside a lion, and are not worth mentioning at all.

Although the lower class people living in the English Islands generally do not starve to death, they occasionally go hungry and have no food to eat in times of disaster.

However, in the Principality of France, where the land is abundant and the country is strong, even if beggars rely solely on begging, they can still eat well and have no worries about food and clothing.

the reason is simple--

This is a land blessed by the gods.

France sits on the richest soil in the entire Western Continent. It is said that it was the place where Gaia, the mother of the earth, descended 5,000 years ago. During the thousands of years that Mother Earth has lived here, she used her powerful alien spiritual energy to successfully transform the continent around her.

At this point, even if thousands of years have passed, no country in the Western Continent can compete with the "Principality of France" in terms of land quality alone.

The crops produced in France are so delicious and nutritious that they are called the "King's Tribute".

The same crops, whether wheat, vegetables or fruits, as long as they are produced in France and shipped to the Mediterranean and sold to other city-states, the price will be at least three times higher.

If shipped to the Eastern Continent, the price will increase at least 10 times.

At the same time, thanks to the precious spiritual energy remaining in the soil, there are the most "rare species" such as dragons, Pegasus, mermaids, and unicorns that have survived from ancient times to this day.

Not to mention that hundreds of precious medicinal materials that have survived from ancient times can only survive in French soil.

Based on this precious land, it is not difficult to see that the "Principality of France" is an out-and-out paradise for any hard-working farmer.

In the Middle Ages, due to the sparse military strength and the vast wilderness surrounding the national borders, the countries in the Western Continent did not have the courage to build a Great Wall like Qin Shihuang.

Here, countries cannot effectively supervise the refugees traveling back and forth across national borders.

Farmers in France can earn 3-5 times the income of other countries by farming the same land for a year. Who wouldn’t want to come to such a “perfect” country?

For outsiders, as long as they do not commit crimes, the "Plantagenet Family" has no special controls. After all, in this era, there is no need to consider issues such as land resource depletion or sustainable development.

Except for the Eastern Land and the Tang Dynasty, there are large areas of uncultivated land in all countries.

No country will turn away its population.

However, they would not enjoy all personal freedoms after entering France.

The "first night right" is the price farmers must pay if they want to use this land.

**

There are 21 provinces under the royal authority of the "Plantagenet Family".

All provinces implement this law.

For the romantic French, no one can say no to a lovely virgin.

Within the 21 provinces, all people who have not been awarded titles, whether farmers, traders, long-term workers, or even bosses, must implement this decree unconditionally.

On the wedding night, the bride's first sexual intercourse must be "completed by the lord".

This is the price they pay for using this rich land.

Of course, this also includes the "Cloud Province" that is far overseas and is leased by the Kingdom of Mercia.

**

"That old guy named Andre Jarvan is a pervert!"

"In order to keep this job as a flower farmer, I just left Miss Elena's first night to him. I didn't expect him to return it."

Before the chestnut-haired young man finished speaking, Clint's eyes turned red. He raised his palm without hesitation and gave his son-in-law a loud slap in the face.

"What are you talking about, you bitch?"

"If my daughter wants to sleep with that old guy, just don't stop her. She obviously doesn't want to! You actually want to give your bride to someone else on your wedding night?!"

"Are you even a fucking human being?"

This sudden slap knocked two of the young man's teeth away, and at the same time, his right cheek immediately swelled up.

Suffering this unprovoked attack, the young man felt a little aggrieved.

How could the laws set by the lords be changed by the tenants?

What's more, as a French migrant worker, his parents came here this way.

His grandfather and grandmother also came here the same way.

"Remember, you two have finished worshiping the Holy Lord Christ, and you are now my son-in-law."

"The son-in-law of a Viking can bleed and die, but he must not be a soft sissy!"

Covering his face while trembling, the chestnut-haired young man trembled and told the whole story. Clint finally figured out the reason under the translations of the people around him.

When the coward son-in-law sent the bride from the church to the lord's castle, although Elena was unwilling, this was the price of marrying a Frenchman.

The girl bit her lip and followed the servant woman into the lord's room.

Unexpectedly, Andre Jiawen happened to be in a bad mood that day. He and his two male favorites took out whips and beat the poor girl desperately. In the end, Elena couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a long sword, stabbed one person, and ran away through the door.

A long chase ensued.

**

Ah!

hehe

Clint reached out and grabbed the axe. Now only the cold battle axe could temporarily calm his burning blood.

"My daughter was brought into the room like a prostitute, and then beaten for no reason!"

"This beast dares to call himself a 'civilized person'"

"I'm really fucking"

Clint couldn't calm his violently beating heart. He smashed the table in front of him with a punch.

Killing 20 knights alone couldn't calm his anger. Since the lord was the instigator.

He must pay for it!

"You, bring me some papyrus that you usually use to draw talismans."

The master was angry.

Although the servants didn't understand the Viking language, they could still immediately distinguish a person's distorted angry face. A stack of papyrus was placed in front of the old man, and he reached out and took out a knife, and cut his palm without saying a word.

The bright red blood flowed out, and he pressed his old big hand on the paper, drawing a horrible bloody handprint.

"You, go to the 'Wansha Farm' in the north and call 'Wansha Ivanovich' to me."

"You, go to the 'Secord Plantation' in the east and call 'Wolf Eye' Secord to me"

"You, go to the salt field by the sea and find that bastard Sanji for me!"

"Hurry up!"

"Go now! Within an hour, I want to see these beasts appear on my farm!"

Five bloody handprints were distributed to five servants. Seeing the servants riding horses and leaving the farm one after another, Clint walked into the cave again.

He took the old friend's relics from the stone table, and then grabbed the bear skin covering it.

He opened the lid of the sarcophagus with force, and saw a black iron axe with tungsten light reflected in the firelight.

That was the weapon forged by the 'obsidian' that Loki took out from the Sleeping City. Wielding this weapon, Clint has killed Viking mountaineers, Slavic beast warriors, English cavalry, and even a large number of alien monsters in Asgard.

Today, this axe will be stained with the blood of French nobles!

Pull out the axe with force and put on the heavy bearskin robe. 62 All the memories of blood in his long life returned to Clint's mind at the same time.

(I still can't adapt to the life of a noble lord after all)

In this case!

Might as well kill happily!