Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 650 73

After pushing open the simple wooden door, Sartre immediately stopped.

After a long time, he slowly shook his head.

Sartre could never have imagined that the silver-white frost beauty in his memory would turn into what she is now under the erosion of time.

According to real time calculation, Sartre should be 37 years old today, and Gelin is even younger than him, 35 years old this year.

However, no matter how you look at the woman in front of you, she does not look like what a 35-year-old should look like.

Her skin is dull, her hair is gray, and her eyes are covered with crow's feet.

The once white hands had become rough and covered with small wounds.

Among the Viking Frostmen, many women over the age of 50 would not look like this.

What is even more different is the temperament that his whole person exudes from the inside out.

When she was young, Ge Lin was fair-skinned, beautiful and high-spirited.

Whether hunting or going out to fight, she rides a warg and always runs at the front of the team. Almost every man in the valley (and probably some of the women) had fantasized about sleeping with her.

Whenever I think of Ge Lin, "pride" is the word that inevitably pops up in my mind.

However, the ordinary hunchbacked woman in front of her obviously has nothing to do with the word pride.

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Sartre and Gourauer had already lived in Paris for some time before entering Constantinople.

Of course, Loki, who became the king, would not treat the two brothers badly. Before setting off, he wore almost the most luxurious clothes that could be found in the Western Continent.

The servants who work in noble houses are the best at recognizing people.

When Ge Lin saw two outsiders wearing fine furs entering, her first reaction was to sit up from the bed and bow respectfully to him.

It is not difficult to see that all the habits of a humble domestic servant have been ingrained in her bones.

When he finally saw Sartre's face clearly, two lines of tears instantly flowed from his slightly old eyes. At this time, Sartre still looked like a young man in his twenties. He opened his arms and hugged his childhood playmate tightly, only to find that his once straight back could only remain slightly curved.

For 15 years, she bowed, mopped the floor, and served the noble lady to dress and eat every day.

All of this work requires bending down to complete.

The long-term curvature of the spine made her body no longer as tall and tall as when she was young. Sartre stroked her gray hair and felt sadness welling up in his heart.

"Gerin, my dear friend."

"The entire North Sea is now our base. Loki is sitting on the throne. Everyone in the Western Continent is telling the story of his conquering the city."

"After all these years, why didn't you go find him?"

Although he vaguely knew the answer to this question, Sartre still wanted to hear what Gelin had to say.

Ge Lin dodged her eyes, not daring to look directly.

"I'm married."

“My current husband treats me very well and I live a very comfortable life working here.

I don't need to cause any more trouble to the king. "

Sartre's face gradually darkened.

He felt a completely unfamiliar emotion from Ge Lin's eyes.

This emotion is called alienation.

It was not difficult to see that she did not welcome his arrival.

"When you say these things to me, do you think I'm a fool?"

"In order to extend your life, the son you worked so hard to raise entered the arena and fought with strangers, just to please those Roman beasts.

He could die at any time by a stranger's knife.

You call this kind of life 'living well'? !

As a playmate who grew up together, Gelin knew Sartre's character well.

She knew who he was, and of course she could hear the sullenness behind his words.

Over the past ten years, he had heard many legends about the Kingdom of Normandy. She had also imagined how she would react and what she would say if Loki or his men stood in front of her.

But when all this happened, all she could do was remain silent.

"Pack your things and come with me this afternoon."

"The illness you have is not serious, it's just the sequelae caused by drinking the rotten potion. This problem can be solved with just a bottle of 'God's Water'."

"As for Red's subsequent battles, with me and Gulaul by his side, you don't have to worry at all."

After saying this, Sartre grabbed the clothes beside him and threw them directly to Ge Lin.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Mo Kui walking out of the door behind him with a bowl of soup.

"If I guess correctly, this should be the new 'husband' you found.

Haha, I didn’t expect you to find a person from the Eastern Land. "

"This Eastlander, you have lived together for so long, I believe you can understand the Norse language I speak."

"If she wants to survive, she must leave with us today.

From today on, her son will also become a vassal under the name of Loki, the 'King of Paris'.

Forget about this woman!

Her true identity is not something you can touch.

There were few lies among the Vikings, especially those as upright as Sartre. As Loki's companion who has been by his side since childhood, he knows Loki's character well.

As long as she returns to the Kingdom of Normandy, Greene will immediately transform into a duchess respected by everyone, and her status will not even be lower than that of the Viking princess Mehlantine.

It would be completely impossible for her to hang out with an old man from Donglu who was a servant.

"I dont go."

Ge Lin replied, although her voice was low, the meaning she conveyed was quite firm.

Sartre chuckled twice and casually pulled a chair across from Ge Lin.

He looked into Ge Lin's eyes and said seriously: "I didn't come in with a rope today because we were companions more than 20 years ago."

"Do you really think that with your current status, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?!"

Mo Kui noticed the cold murderous intent emanating from Sartre's body instantly. His face changed drastically and he tried to turn around and run away, but he didn't expect a big hand to reach out from the slanting thorn, grabbing his throat like a steel rivet and killing him. The nail was stuck to the wall and couldn't move.

In front of Gulaoer, who is nearly 2 meters tall and weighs 200 pounds, Mo Kui is as fragile as a chicken out of the cage.

“The true meaning of life is to make choices and then bear the consequences of those choices.”

"Thirteen years ago, I followed Loki in the battle against Mutu, the King of Earth and Sea. I died and struggled to survive in the dark underworld for 13 years. This is the price I have to pay for participating in the war."

"I believed in Loki, so I have no regrets."

“15 years ago, if you had not fled Scandinavia like a wild dog, but had followed Loki honestly, it would not have been him but me who got stuck in the neck today. "

"It's a pity that you didn't choose the right one!"

"Now you are just a servant washing the feet of the noble lord, and I am a prince under Loki, the King of Paris."

"I order you not to die. No one can take your life."

"Including yourself."