Rebirth of the Viking King

At this time, Hanshui Village was still peaceful and peaceful. There is no need to go out hunting in winter, so all the hunters have full stomachs every day. In addition to practicing martial arts during the day, they also study how to create humans.

After struggling for most of the night, almost everyone was still asleep when it was dark in the morning. But Loki had woken up.

Because today is the day when several of his companions are going out.

"Originally, each of us made a fortune! But because Bernard made such a fuss, it's a pity that the gold bars you caught in the church are gone." Loki said with regret, standing in front of several people.

"Boss, what are you talking about!" Sartre, the leader, frowned, "Without your quick wit, all of us would have moved our heads by now!"

"Now at least we can each get dozens of silver coins, which is enough to go to the Hall of Valor and exchange for a few bottles of magic potion! This is a blessing that our ancestors could not even imagine!"

"Yes, isn't it because our leader is the reincarnation of Loki?"

Winter is not a good time to travel. But the desire for power drove these 10 young people to brave the wind and snow to go to the Hall of Valor. Loki did not refuse the group of diehards who stuck their heads in their trousers and followed him on his adventures at sea.

In the Viking culture, becoming a powerful chosen one is a lifelong pursuit for many people.

After making sure they had brought enough dried meat and survival supplies, Loki gave each of them a horse and told them to be careful on the road. The village gate slowly opened, and the 10 companions galloped on their horses. When the first ray of sunlight appeared from the top of the mountain, it had already disappeared into the vast white snow at the entrance of the village.

After these 10 people left, there were far fewer people in Hanshui Village who could take up arms to fight. But Loki didn't mind.

After all, it is winter on the peninsula. The temperature during the day is stable at -30 degrees, and at night it can be as low as -50 degrees. In this kind of temperature, only those in villages who have no food at home will go out and rob other villages.

Since Loki pruned all the residences in Hanshui Village into semi-underground "Cahons", it has been a long time since anyone went to Hanshui Village to cause trouble in winter.

After seeing off his 10 friends, Loki put on his bearskin coat and walked directly to the kitchen area on the first floor. The servants there are doing a very dangerous job.

They were drying black powder pulled from the seabed.

The other cargo in the ship was given to Bernard, except for the black powder Loki, which was rolled up in a canvas and thrown into the sea. After being soaked for a month, the black gunpowder was completely soaked. It must go through the drying process before it can be used again.

And this process is quite dangerous.

The method Rocky uses is low temperature drying. Using the method of burning kangs used by Northeastern people in the previous generation, the hot smoke heats the stone slabs to about 40 degrees, and spreads a thin layer of these moist powders, which will dry into dry powder in about half an hour.

Three large barrels of gunpowder were used to bake the three servant girls. They had been busy for more than twenty days, and today they were almost done.

After supervising the gunpowder drying work, the next stop was to find Jerome.

Jerome's cajon is very conspicuous because he asked Sanchi to carve a wooden cross and install it on the roof of his cajon.

Knocking gently on the door, Loki bent down and got in. The fire in the hearth of the warm house is still burning. The first piece of furniture you see is the desk where Jerome works.

There is only one color of black ink in Storm's End, so the recent hand-drawn teaching materials for the children in Coldwater Village are all done in monochrome. But even so, every book has all the necessary illustrations.

It can be seen that he should have worked late again yesterday.

Walking to the big bed in the back room, Loki saw a slender white body coiled around Jerome like an octopus. However, Father Jerome was well-dressed. He was holding a Holy Cross in both hands, and his whole body was like a corpse, lying upright in the corner of the bed.

This guy couldn't be a domestic, Loki thought to himself.

Well, probably not.

The woman Loki assigned him was the best-looking Slavic woman of the bunch. Her name is Katya. Age 18, height 175cm. 9-inch body shape, big breasts, thin waist, and long legs.

Haven't had a baby yet.

Before he time traveled, a Slavic woman with this kind of figure would have no problem applying for a position like a car model. And this woman is also relatively noble and does not want to live with the rough, hairy Viking men in the village.

When Loki brought the bookish Jerome over, the girl agreed shyly. Unexpectedly, the boy even picked up the score for me.

Loki needs his men and women to mate, because the biggest problem in Hanshui Village is the lack of people.

Jerome heard the sound and opened his eyes. Suddenly there was a living person in the room, and he hurriedly climbed out of the bed. The girl on the bed murmured in her sleep and continued to pull up the bear skin and put it on her body, but Loki looked at his crotch with a smile and said softly

"My brother is not tired from holding it in all day long!"

"Your other brothers are very comfortable every day. You said this?"

"When I became a holy bishop, I recited the oath prayer to the Holy Lord Christ, stayed away from the temptations of the flesh in the world, and abided by the principles of a monk."

"Besides, Lord, don't you sleep on an empty bed every day?"

"Forehead"

"how to say"

(I’m still not used to these women with golden hair)

After hurriedly putting on the bearskin to keep out the cold, Jerome picked up a broadsword at hand and followed Loki out of Cahon. Today was his first swordsmanship practice after entering Hanshui Village.

It was also the first time in his life.

The two walked in the village one after another, but what Jerome didn't expect was that Loki actually led him to the kitchen area on the first floor of Cold Water Castle. In the kitchen in the early morning, the servants were burning the stove to prepare breakfast for the whole village. Jerome followed Loki into a hall next to the kitchen.

He recognized this room as the slaughterhouse in Cold Water Castle.

"Aren't we going to practice sword practice today?"

Loki nodded.

"Practice here?"

Loki pointed to a room next to him that had a strong smell of blood, and guided Jerome to go in. When he walked into the room with the floor and walls stained with blood, the door behind him slammed shut, and after a while, two wooden cages descended from the air.

In the middle of the wooden cage were two rather large roosters.

"Brother Jerome, when we Viking children practice martial arts, we usually start by killing chickens."

"These two chickens are different from your chickens in England. Scandinavia is a bitter cold place. All the creatures living here have evolved extremely violent aggression. Even the pheasants at the bottom of the food chain It’s no exception.”

The two big roosters in the wooden cage were beating and crowing violently. Jerome had discovered this.

"Be careful with their mouths! I have seen hunters in the wild being attacked and killed by several pheasants more than once."

"Good luck!"

The hole closed with a bang. This prison-like room was completely sealed. The door of the wooden cage rose, and two big roosters roared and flew out, showing their thick sharp claws like eagles, and flew straight into Jerome's face.

"No, I am a monk of the Holy Bishop. I cannot kill with malicious intent!"

It's a pity that the flying pheasant can't understand English at all. They understand the weaknesses of human beings very well, and the first target of their sharp claws is Jerome's eyes!

In his desperation, he completely forgot to recite the prayers and waved his sword wildly. However, the two pheasants flapped their wings and jumped and ran, moving at an unusually fast speed.

"Quack, quack, quack!!" The house recalled the sound of a violent rooster crowing.

"Mr. Village Chief, won't that priest die underground?" Outside the room, a stout Slavic servant asked worriedly, "He was a good man. If he died under the claws of a chicken, he wouldn't even be able to enter the Hall of Valor." "

"Pity."