Oran sang it twice, and the flames of revenge in his heart grew stronger.
Nanding also walked up to the tower wearing armor.
The soldiers below the city tower were training on stabbing. After Nanding came up, he pointed out a few good candidates and recommended them to Oran to become personal guards.
"You choose." Looking at Nanding's old armor, Olan added, "It's time to change the armor, and it's time for the people to move."
"My lord, according to your instructions, the soldiers are in place. As soon as they enter the castle, all the traitors will kneel and repent."
"Nandin, I remember when I was a child, my father told me about the great legends of the Viking family. But these are all stories of the past. Just like those smelly Vikings said, the 'dead gods' no longer bless me. us.
In the past few decades, as long as they have suffered from cold damage or a whim?
The 'Viking longships' targeted the surrounding waters, most notably England, especially our lords in the central and northern regions.
Our total number of people is not less than these robbers, so why do we always ask for sum?
Once these bitches come, those who give away their daughters, those who pay protection taxes, and those who cry and beg them to withdraw their troops will show their ugly faces.
A bunch of useless nobles were scared out of their wits by the Vikings and are no longer qualified to rule here. This land needs new owners, and I will clear them out one by one. "
Finally, Olan looked at Nanding, his eyes glowing, "You have to help me rebuild the glory of our ancestors!"
After hearing this, Nanding approached Oran and knelt down on one knee with his body lower than Oran's knees. This was the highest etiquette. He said, "I am an orphan. When I was most hungry, I even fished the water and grass from the river to fill my stomach.
Your father cultivated me and gave me my surname. In this life, I will live and die with the Vijay family. "
Recast the glory of our ancestors,
It is our duty to do so!
After Nanding expressed his stance, Oran looked further away and said, "It is January 865 of the Lord's Calendar. Now next year, I will increase our strength three times, four times, and even ten times the year after that.
Decades later, whenever the Vikings mentioned this,
In addition to ridiculing the passing gods, they also sang about the rise of heroes!"
Oran looked into the distance. The wind was blowing up high on the high-rise building. The howling wind brushed against the skin of his face, as if he was recording the dialogue for this conversation.
"Ambitious", "one year to live", plus hatred for the Vikings, his blood is full of the desire to expand the territory.
…
At dusk, pedestrians found their own places to rest and did not dare to run around.
In the cold northern land, there are too many dangers at night, and even a cold may make a person weak and die in a few days.
The four riders sped up and arrived at the foot of this small castle made of stone and wood.
The city guard took a look and saw that he was an acquaintance, and then shouted to open the door.
Before the "Rider Leader" entered, he saw a group of black crows flying over the sky.
This ominous scene made him hesitate...
…
The kitchen was bustling in and out, and the lord's hall was filled with aroma.
The taste of food warmed people's hearts. At this time, Olan was dining.
Most of the food on the table is stewed.
There are plums, walnuts, peas, egg rolls, capons, onions.
This is the menu that Oran ordered the kitchen to change after awakening.
He didn't want to hurt himself.
Oran picked up the toasted soft rye bread and said, "There is progress."
He praised it, it was much better than the previous thing that made the corners of his mouth numb when he bit it.
In fact, it is not progress. He made the kitchen use flour that is more refined and does not contain too many impurities.
There is a large pot of boiled fruits and wild vegetables on the table.
These fruits, which have not been improved by later generations and have not been treated with fertilizers, are small, sour and not delicious.
So people in this era mostly mixed it and boiled it into juice.
Add a few kinds of fish to mix and cook. Whether it tastes good or not is another matter, but at least it can satisfy your hunger.
As for large meats such as pigs, cattle, and sheep, although Olan can afford them, he cannot eat them every day because the productivity of the times is too backward.
These resources can be used more efficiently until they unify County Durham.
A waiter who was pouring wine swallowed his saliva, and Olan's bite stimulated his taste buds.
God, this bread looks so soft and spongy. If I could take a bite, I would be willing to lose a day of my life...
When the waiter was clearing away one of the plates that had just been finished, he quickly put a boiled apple into his pocket with a practiced technique that God only knows.
"Sir, Knight Sog is here."
When he heard his men coming to report, Oran glanced at Nanding, who understood and went down to prepare.
After a while, the four riders entered the corridor downstairs, passed through the corridor at the bottom of the first floor, and then went up to the castle hall.
The hall is one of the few spaces in the castle that can satisfy Oran and not stink.
It has various functions. As long as the hall scenery is moved appropriately, you can eat, sleep, hold banquets, and even call your subordinates for meetings.
There is an English proverb that goes like this:
"You can tell whether a lord is wealthy by looking at his halls."
The hall is located on the second floor above the castle, facing the cold moonlight, and some candlelight makes it bright. The family crest and shield are hung on the bare wall.
The emblem is a "white eagle" hovering above the crown.
In the southern Franks, people despised this animal and regarded it as an evil beast. However, in the British aristocratic areas where animals are the main symbol, it is not regarded as an evil beast. However, Baiying is only used by the Vijay family.
Therefore, it became a family symbol, "the boy of the White Eagle family", a title often given to Vijay's children.
Stepping on the carpet from the south, the four riders who arrived took off their coats and saluted and said hello.
The leader among them is also Olan's cousin, a forty-year-old warrior who still maintains his figure.
"Sorg Vijay, say hello to my lord."
Oran hummed, but unlike usual, he did not show any courtesy to his elders and continued to eat.
Sogg sat on the other side of the lord's long table on his own initiative. As he sat down, the three knights behind him also sat down, splitting up to Sogg's left and right. It instantly became a four-on-one situation.
"If you reverse the angle, it's like I am a vassal and you are my master." Oran's words earned Sogg a mocking smile.
The servants served the dishes again.
Olan picked up a glass of sour fruit wine and took a sip. He couldn't tell what the taste was, but the four people in front of him drank heavily.
This tastes much smoother than the ale I drank that was overly watered down.
After taking a few sips, Soge asked, "Sir, why are you using a ceramic cup? This is not suitable for your status."
Sog used the silverware on the table that was engraved with sacred texts. This was a silver cup used by nobles to drink. Like the shabby commoners, they did not like it.
Oran felt that using these poorly crafted vessels to drink wine would put a burden on the body. It was a pity that there were no glasses. There were a lot of these in the south. He should have someone buy some back next time.
Seeing that Olan didn't respond, Soge changed the topic and pointed to a corner.
"Why is the room in that place missing? When I was a child, I would lie in that corner and sleep, and I would often eat and sleep with your father. Until I was ten years old, I was sent to a noble family in southern England to learn the spirit of chivalry. Just left the castle."
Sog didn't feel anything unusual yet. He was just like usual. Every time he was summoned, he would take a few of his men to eat and drink at the table, find topics of his own, and then speak first without waiting for Olan's father to speak. The Vikings or manor bandits are causing trouble, and the manor needs support, and then they can take a fortune from this cousin.
Today, it will be the same as usual, except the object is my nephew - more shaves.
"You, your son Gedo, and two riders came to see the lord empty-handed?"
At this time, Sog felt that something was wrong, so he put down his wine glass and wiped his mouth with his arm while staring at Mi'er next to Olan. This girl, no, has grown into a woman. Otherwise, I will sleep with her tonight... …
Mi'er felt the gaze and was instinctively afraid, pressing her body closely behind Olan.
As a maid, she did not refuse the power of the nobles. There were more than 20 people living in this castle, ranging from craftsmen to servants to chefs.
From the floors below the lord's room, sounds that made her blush could be heard every day...
After locking Mi'er, Soge replied, "I'm not empty-handed. This time I bring good news worth one hundred pounds, no, at least three hundred pounds of silver. You will be interested."
"what?"
"A beautiful woman, Adisha."
