Marcus suspected that he heard wrongly and couldn't help but said, "What do you want to do?"
This response made Olan think that he really liked one of the two women, and continued,
"You have killed so many of my men. Even if I let you go, there will still be countless swords pointed at your head."
Marcus was not stupid. He understood Olan's thoughts in just two sentences. Faced with his assassination, Olan did not attack him when he was unconscious. He even sought medical treatment. At this moment, he came to see him, and it didn't seem like he wanted to humiliate him. With his own appearance, there is only one possibility left.
Let yourself be his dog and help him kill people and hold the sword!
Previously, Marcus decided to hold the sword for Rowling for the last time, and then they didn't owe each other anything.
Now that he has survived, facing the current situation, he is much more rational than the anger he drew when he drew his sword because of the death of his comrades on the border.
He also wanted to see what Olan had to say, so he stopped saying harsh words and replied calmly, "As long as my injury is healed, I am not afraid of any challenges."
"Yes, Uncle Ben likes your self-confidence, but if this 'confidence' cannot be used by me, then it is 'arrogance'. The holy book says that pride makes people crazy and leads to destruction."
"I haven't read many holy books. My sword is everything. Anything that cannot be solved is just a matter of a few more swords."
"Yesterday, you let me see you. It was really fast. No wonder Nanding praised you so much. Do you know that after losing to you, he never left his body with the sword every day? The calluses on his fingers became thicker and thicker, and the sword became more and more difficult to draw. Come on, he always wants to fight you again."
"As long as I recover, I can accept the challenge at any time. He is also one of the strongest opponents I have ever seen!"
Marcus knew clearly that if he were to compete in strength, he would really not be able to defeat Nanding. That person was so powerful that it was like a copper wall blocking his face.
The two of them chatted calmly like old friends, each with their own plans in mind. They showed no signs of anger. It was hard to imagine that yesterday they were enemies of life and death.
"I believe it was a wonderful battle, enough to become a heroic legend praised by the bards.
But if a duel between men is just a battle of wills, it would be too cheap.
You have participated in a tourney in Wessex, right? But even a knight's tourney is just a gathering of nobles from several countries to have fun with each other.
Men should build their reputation and write legends in a broader 'battlefield', in front of tens of thousands of people!
As long as you kneel in front of Uncle Ben and sincerely repent in front of everyone, you will have the opportunity to fulfill your ambition that even your father was unable to accomplish, and work with me to drive the Vikings out of England. "
Marcus suddenly understood that after Oran laid down the fortress, he must have rummaged through everything inside, including those letters. Among them, a prayer letter to the Lord left by his father was "Let the Vikings never do it again!"
There is another letter I wrote about the scene when I first met Mrs. Rowling.
At that time, the young man was in a state of confusion. Maybe Olan saw this letter and thought he liked Rowling?!
He had almost no contact with Rowling, so how could she plead for mercy for him?
What Oran just said, probably only "Boll pleads for mercy" is true.
Marcus couldn't move his eyes, and the doctor ordered by Oran to cover his face with a cloth covered the wound, just enough to cover his expression and eyeballs, so that no one could guess what he was thinking.
"After so many years, starting from the robbery of Lindisfarne Abbey, for seventy years, there have been no less than two hundred Viking disturbances, and no one can stop these devils."
Marcus deliberately increased the prestige of the Vikings. He wanted to see Oran's reaction. "
"Aren't Vikings humans too? They will die if a sword falls on them."
"Of course, but how many people do you have? One thousand, two thousand? How many people do Ragnar and Rollo have? Ten thousand, twenty thousand?"
Oran snorted and said,
"Ragnar is now a Viking king, but once he was just a farmer.
His brother Rollo is now a great nobleman in North Frankland. He had no land when he was a boy, and he was a commoner who herded sheep for the lord and acted as a bodyguard. He could not even afford a wife.
Ben Bo currently only has one county, Durham, but soon, white eagle flags will be planted on countless golden wheat fields to do my law, pass my orders, and defend my name!
Your father has worked hard all his life and is just a border knight without any reputation or deeds.
You have worked hard for five years, but nothing has changed. You cannot protect your master, and even your manor servants are in danger. After you escaped from the border, they were feared day and night because they were servants of traitors.
Your family motto - 'Restraint and flexibility are the only way to survive',
In order to kill me, he hid under the bed for an unknown amount of time, restraining himself and seeing me,
There are no changes yet. If you want to achieve your great ambitions, you should find a lord worthy of allegiance, and that is the Count of Oran who has unified the entire county in just a few months in front of you!"
Olan tried to persuade Marcus. He didn't want to die, but he wouldn't be persuaded to surrender with just a few words. He knelt down and worshiped. But he knew he wanted to lower Olan's guard, so he deliberately replied,
"It's indeed very touching... I am willing to be loyal, but you must promise not to take action against my manor or Mrs. Rowling."
Marcus didn't care whether Rowling lived or died, but he had to say this to make Oran think she was his weakness.
He wants to survive and wait until he recovers from his injuries. He is confident that he can go anywhere and establish achievements with the sword in his hand.
Olan's words are partly right - men should have a far-sighted vision and great ambitions!
Then Marcus said, "I was wrong. You are the only owner of Durham. I almost made a big mistake. When I recover from my injury, I am willing to do anything to make up for my crime."
Marcus made a low sound of regret.
"Very good, now swear by your father's name (Nan Milo)!"
Oran read several of Marcus's memorial letters and knew how much he respected his late father.
Marcus could not hesitate and could only respond against his will. It was at this moment that he felt how strong his will to survive was!
"When you recover from your injuries, you will take the 'three punishments' as an apology to the lord." After speaking, Oran stood up and left.
Three penalties refer to:
Walking among the flying stones, suffering the pain of the flesh, remembering the virtue of humility.
Three days in the sun without a drop of water will wash away external sins and recall the virtues of integrity.
Kneel down and pray before the lord or priest to wash away the sins in your heart. Recall the virtue of loyalty.
This was an ancient method used by monarchs to spare the lives of rebellious nobles.
Then Oran called Kunsang and Taitan to open the door and come in, and then said, "Let's go."
The sound of footsteps started. Olan reached the door but did not move. The door was ajar but did not make a sound.
But Marcus was very alert. As the strongest swordsman, he keenly heard the sound of footsteps hitting the ground. One of the three people stopped and did not leave!
He deliberately said, "All glory goes to the Lord and His Excellency Oran, and may my sins be redeemed."
After hearing this, Olan signaled with his eyes to the doctor waiting outside to enter, and then left.
Afterwards, Olan inspected the castle, but did not let the Titans follow him. Among his subordinates, Nanding and Kunsang were able to share many secrets with him.
Kunsang heard Marcus's persuasion to surrender just now and asked, "Sir, do you believe him?"
"What you see with your eyes may be lies, and what you hear with your ears may also be lies. I can't see his heart. No matter how beautiful the words are, I can't fully believe them."
Oran is more suspicious than anyone else.
"What do you want?"
"Let's use it first. It might be a good dog. As long as I have you as a hunter, I won't be afraid of any danger."
Olan patted Kunsang on the shoulder. As long as he said this, Kunsang would be very helpful.
Walking casually, Olan came to the castle training ground.
Nanding happened to be directing the soldiers to practice sword practice.
He felt that he had made a mistake, so he could only train harder and regain his honor in subsequent missions.
When Oran approached, everyone stopped practicing their swords and bowed their heads in salute.
We will set off back tomorrow. It's almost dusk now, nothing happens, and all the nobles under my command are here.
Oran smiled and said, "One day, I will hold a martial arts competition, and you will all go up and fight." "
After saying that, Oran called for a soldier to come over and put on training leather armor. He twisted his neck, and the wooden sword wandered around everyone, and finally selected Nanding... Ladd beside him.
Oran wanted to test his strength and used Ladd as a tester.
After a few rounds, Olan found that he still lost to Ladd. Although he liked to flatter and smuggle money,
But he is also a battle-hardened knight.
However, Ladd didn't dare to win. After discovering Olan's empty move, he pretended to use it in the air, and then received a blow from Olan, taking several steps back.
"Your sword skills are becoming more and more powerful. No wonder the Sword of Dawn was defeated by you yesterday."
Olan was very satisfied with this exaggerated acting.
The fallen Ladd then suggested, "Sir, I would like to see the two warriors with the best swordsmanship in my field compete with each other. Is there such an opportunity?"
Kunsang didn't care and even sneered.
Nanding looked at Olan, and after receiving permission from "an ordinary contest", he also picked up a new wooden sword.
These rude subordinates sometimes let them fight to reduce the anger and dissatisfaction in their hearts.
Oran stepped aside and looked carefully.
Blood Cross vs. Sword Demon!
This wooden sword duel between the two will determine who is the best swordsman in the field within a period of time.
