I can no longer remember the memories before I was three years old.
On my fifth birthday, my father told me that he invited the most knowledgeable priest in the area to
Soon I will learn noble Frankish, Latin, and theology...
The priest said, “Praise the Lord, your writing is as neat and beautiful as if measured with a ruler.
You are the smartest child I have ever seen. If you are not a baronet, you will be a scholar or even a great priest in the future. "
Every time after being praised, my father would happily rub and kiss my face with his rough face full of stubble and mouth full of alcohol.
Being a scholar and a priest was once one of my childhood goals, but later I abandoned this dream of comfort...
When I was seven years old, I got a foal.
Even though I got countless war horses in the future, including horses from Frank and Ross, none of them left such an impression on me as this young colt.
It's called "Gift", and I heard it has the blood of a war horse from the eastern grasslands.
Maybe it's the proud blood of his father's generation, flowing in the bones of the gift, maybe it's because he has seen someone murder his mother.
In short, no matter who feeds it, they can only put the food down and not approach it, otherwise it will not eat a bite.
My father asked me to tame Gift, and I spent a lot of time on it. I even came up with the idea of sleeping with it in a stable full of mosquitoes to enhance trust.
But its eyes never made me feel that it accepted me as its master.
I am not convinced. In the territory ruled by my father, if my father is "God", then I am the "Son of God".
No one can refuse me!
So, on the fifty-eighth day of raising it, I forced it to ride on the gift’s head.
Although there were servants and horse breeders watching over me, no one would have thought that this young colt would just throw me off my back.
The pain in my cracked back made me cry.
I was hurt by the gift, but my first thought was that I was afraid of being hit by the gift.
I begged the horse breeder and servants, and even imitated the complimentary tone of the subjects towards the nobles, and asked them to keep the secret.
Unexpectedly, this became the trigger for the death of the gift!
After my father's spy heard the "dirty words" I said, I was called to my father.
It was the first time I saw my father so angry. No matter whether I played with his beard or secretly let go of the prey he had brought back, my father never beat me or scolded me.
He would only say, "Grow up well. When I see your mother in the future, I can tell her."
The two servants were trembling and kneeling in front of me, or rather, my father was kneeling in the lord's seat.
"You were born to be the ruler of this land, and your authority will not be challenged."
After my father told me, the servant was hanged for two days without a drop of water, and the violent gift was also killed in front of me!
For the first time, when I cried, my father did not comfort me or listen to me, but turned away.
"Why are you crying? Even if a Viking's knife falls in front of you, don't blink."
My father’s indifferent back, the gift that never moved, from this moment I understood,
"If you don't have the ability to make others obey you, then you can only obey other people's instructions."
I grew up!
Even now, it was difficult for me to pick up a knight's sword and swing it.
Fifteen days after the gift left.
Equestrian, fencing, bow hunting... these military skills were taught to me by an experienced old landless noble from the south.
He was from "Frank", the most powerful country in the south.
Some priests called it "Western Rome".
I once heard from a knight who came to visit my father that the old nobles had their lands confiscated by the monarch for "plotting rebellion."
These four words are very complicated. I secretly asked the servants and they didn’t understand.
Asked the family priests, they would only hold the cross in their hands tightly and say, "All glory to the Lord, and may there be peace and no disaster in the world."
Asked his father, he said, "People don't know their own situation and want to challenge authority."
I asked the old nobleman, and he took the wine he stole from the kitchen and said,
"If you lose, you are a rebel; if you win, you are the truth!"
He added, "Only by mastering force can you properly rule these unruly people and even achieve lofty goals."
"But the priest said that the power of words is far sharper than a sword." I retorted.
"Fart, then let your priest cut the bread with 'words' and show it to you, and let the dogma fill the dry finances of your territory."
"It's true. The priest said that the angel of God came back to life after being crucified for seven days."
"That's enough. No matter what I say, you will always refute it. Shut up."
"Teacher, why are you rebelling? I heard that there were once hundreds of people in your manor."
"I followed the wrong person. If I choose the right person, my territory will be three times larger than your father's. By then, everyone, even the king, will call me 'Your Excellency'."
This old nobleman, who is somewhat related to me by blood, only taught me for four months, but he taught me everything I learned throughout my life.
For example, when killing someone, you have to look directly into the other person's eyes to find out the vital point.
Don't be polite when you have the opportunity to bully a minority. Honor is worthless compared to death.
Another thing that impressed me deeply was that the old nobles were particularly fond of the opposite sex.
Whether he is fat or thin, once he was sweating profusely, I hid in the bedside cabinet and watched.
I can't figure out why at this time, people's eyes and voices would become like "animals".
Really so happy?
I want to try it too!
When I was eight years old, a group of uninvited guests came. They had a name-"Vikings"!
His hair was yellowed, as if gold had been ground into powder and scattered on it, and his skin was so rough that it was really difficult to find a spot on his body that was not scarred.
Both men and women have strong arms.
This group of "friendly" guests came ashore.
It was the first time I saw their "sea-crossing long ship". It was hard to imagine that such a broken ship could pass through the endless waves of the sea.
There is no protection on it, and it relies on human control to cross the evil sea.
They are here to do business.
Our cattle and sheep, men and women, gold and silverware, domestic dogs, carpets, clothes... were forced to be "sold" in large quantities.
The mud marks on the soldiers' faces are the special products they left behind in exchange - "sand" from the Vikings.
"For Odin!"
"kill!"
Later I found out what the "trade line" they shouted at that time meant.
The citizens fled, the women screamed, and the men's eyes were full of anger or fear.
I also went up to the city wall to yell, but was hit on the shoulder by a Viking's sling, leaving a long scar.
Later I hid in a secret compartment of the castle...
I don’t remember clearly after that. In short, I became a child slave. The shoulder injury left a long scar on me. From then on, it was difficult to bear weight on my shoulders.
Three months of slavery left me malnourished and left the root of disease in my body.
"If no one redeems you, I will sell you to those nobles the next time I rob Rome."
I have studied geography and Latin, and I know that the "Rome" the Vikings said was in the southeast.
There are three Romes on the land. One is the "Rome City" located on the far southern peninsula. It is run by priests and is the center of theology - the place where light never falls.
For the other two Romes, "Western Rome" was a Frankish nickname, but this person was talking about "Eastern Rome", and the first fortress was called "Constantine".
The Vikings often sold the robbed noble boys to the castle, so that these boys would never have the opportunity for revenge.
Every day I am afraid that I will be killed by the Vikings in my sleep.
Fortunately, one day my father collected enough silver coins to redeem me.
When redeeming the hostages, I looked back at the Viking village several times. One person smiled and said, "Why, if Guan is addicted, you can also shave your hair, get a tattoo, undergo baptism, and become the 'Lord of God'." Din's great warrior."
The viking's laughter made my face turn red and my fists clenched.
"I will erase the word Viking from the map!" I secretly made up my mind.
Since then, I have been wary of anything. Survival is everything. I will not allow anyone to try to hurt me again! No!
The old nobleman is right, only by mastering force can you dominate everything.
In the following years, the Vikings came to rob the property, but the scale was small and they were all repelled by my father.
His father's territory took in many refugees from the island and reclaimed the wasteland. He became famous and powerful among the surrounding minor nobles.
Some nobles began to want to marry their daughters to me in exchange for my father's military support.
As I get older, although I practice swordsmanship diligently, my body is visibly weakening.
Whenever I think of that year, a "hundred pound silver coin" could buy my life.
I want to make my life immeasurable!
Therefore, my love for gold and silver is increasing day by day. Some priests even said that I will become a "greedy person" who puts profit first.
Greed is one of the "seven deadly sins" defined by the church.
But who told me that my savior was not an "angel", but "gold and silver".
When I was fifteen years old, a visiting nobleman told my father that I was very handsome and that I might become a master of seduction. I should not be obsessed with this.
When the words came to my ears, the image of the old nobleman and the woman intertwined like snakes awakened my memory.
So... in addition to gold, silver and force, I started to deal with women. I didn't touch them. As long as I expressed my appreciation a little and wrote a love letter, they were as if they were possessed.
It turns out that the human heart is so simple that it can be manipulated.
On my sixteenth birthday, one month after my father's funeral, I was happily riding a horse.
But the horse suddenly shouted, and then I fell off the horse. Before I fell off the horse, my cousin "Sorg Vijay" seemed to have touched the horse?
