Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 485 4 God Killer

Seeing the boss take action, the bearded Arabs sitting around in twos and threes immediately drew their sabers and surrounded him.

Upon seeing this, Old Harsh first shouted back his men, and then allowed the wisp of moist red soil in his hand to slowly slip from his fingertips. Loki looked at this wisp of red soil, but he had no idea when this thing entered his pocket.

The soil scattered on the ground is bright red in color and does not feel dry when touched lightly. There seems to be some moisture hidden in it.

As for the few black leaves mixed in the soil, the leaves are wide and thick, like succulents rich in water, and are not at all the black color formed by ordinary leaves after dehydration.

If what this old Arab man said is true, there is really no good way to explain the red soil and black leaves in his pocket.

According to caravan members, they headed south after leaving Cairo. It has been almost 7 days since I left.

They were already in the middle of the desert.

And he was found by them while wandering in the center of the desert. When he found it, he had a small amount of moist red soil in his pocket, and a few relatively fresh black leaves.

Not to mention that no one would bring soil into the desert.

Even if there is a lunatic who is not afraid of death and brings these two things

Whether from north to south or from south to north.

When we reach the middle of the desert, the leaves will wither and the soil will dry up.

How could it be that it's still wet now?

Of course, Old Hash did not rule out that Loki was a "crazy person". If he carried a lot of water with him and poured some into his pocket from time to time, it seemed that this effect could be achieved.

But the man walking alone on the top of the sand dune only had a red broadaxe with him, and not even a travel package. When Loki fell into a deep sleep, his men once searched his pockets.

In the pocket, there are only these red soil and black leaves.

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Facing the suspicious looks from the surrounding caravans, Loki couldn't make any other expression except a wry smile and shaking his head.

If possible, he would also like to know what happened in these 13 blank years, and why he suddenly appeared in this desert with no village or shop.

For three whole days, he carefully searched every inch of memory in his brain, but still found nothing.

Seeing that the Arab caravans around him were about to regard him as a believer of some kind of evil god, he had no choice but to tell the people around him what he already knew.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said a few words, the group of black-robed bearded people burst into laughter.

"Ha ha!"

"You said you are the 'God Killer' Loki?"

"Thirteen years ago, the 'God Eater' Loki killed the ancient gods in Paris, saved millions of people, and became the King of Paris?"

"Ha ha!"

"Five Lords of Xinwang, did you hear this?! I didn't expect that we actually rescued a human emperor in the desert."

The members of the caravan put away their sabers and turned away amid laughter.

Their biggest fear in recent days is that this strange white man is a believer of an evil god who escaped from the "Land Abandoned by God".

But judging from what he just said, this person is just a delusional lunatic at best. He can know the name of "God Killer" Loki, and can even tell about the "God Killer War" that took place in Paris 13 years ago.

The madmen in the Forsaken Land disdain to understand any human history.

They only have the gods they believe in in their minds.

As for the red soil and black leaves in his pocket, ordinary caravan members would not care about such trivial matters. For them, the biggest motivation to open their eyes every day is to complete this journey as soon as possible.

After getting the red goods, he successfully returned to human civilization, exchanged for gold coins and paid off the debt. If you still have some left over, go to a casino or a brothel and spend it wildly.

Incurring new debts and returning to the Black Desert.

This is the whole meaning of their lives.

Everyone dispersed, but Old Harsh was still looking at the stone ax behind Loki with piercing eyes.

Just because the grooms, laborers and thugs are short-sighted does not mean that he is also an unintelligent person whose mind is filled with muscles and hormones. Having been in and out of the mansions of princes and nobles for many years, his knowledge is far superior to that of ordinary businessmen in the world.

At a gathering of nobles two years ago, during the entertainment before dinner, he had heard a bard praise his exploits.

In the chapter "The Battle of Hanshui Village", it focuses on describing the rich red mist emanating from his body and the terrifying blood ax in his hand.

It was that battle that gave him the name "Bloodaxe" Loki.

Apart from him, there are not many people in the entire Western Continent who use fragile stones as weapons.

"Ahem, sir." Old Hash rolled his eyes and immediately changed the tone of his speech to Loki.

"If you are indeed who you say you are, may I ask which diplomat you sent to Constantinople after becoming 'King of Normandy'?"

Loki thought hard.

According to the remaining memories in his mind, although Patriarch Francis survived the Battle of the Gods, among all the vassals around him, he was the only one who regarded "Constantinople" as his obsession and wanted to rush into the "Senator". The only companion in the "house" is the Viking empress Mohlendin.

And based on his understanding of Father Francis, if he became the king of Paris, this old guy would never leave this bustling metropolis.

After all, Parisian women are the best in the world

so

"My brain is still confused and a lot of memories seem to have disappeared."

"Thirteen years later, if the friends in my memory still have the same aspirations as in previous years. The one who went to Constantinople should be 'Mehlantin O'Sullivan'."

"But after 13 long years, she will never stoop to being a diplomat. With her ability, she should have already entered the Senate."

Harsh nodded slightly, his eyes becoming more solemn.

The question itself is a trap. Because the "Kingdom of Normandy" did not have the position of 'diplomat' in Byzantium at all. All the official affairs of the kingdom are personally presided over by the most popular female member of the Senate, ‘Mehlantine O’Sullivan’.

Ordinary people in the Western Continent have no chance to know which senators are sitting in the Byzantine Senate.

If Old Hash hadn't done business all over the city and was lucky enough to have access to some upper-class nobles, even he wouldn't know this secret.

And now a wanderer he carried back from the outer reaches of the Black Desert was able to accurately tell this message.

Could it be

Is this man really the king of Normandy, the God-killer Loki?