The shadow of the dragon appeared vividly on the curtain. The Kamal people who had never seen light and shadow magic were all surprised. There were also reckless people who stood up and grabbed the things they could grab around them, trying to smash them over, but Fortunately, Yaot Vadir held him down.
"The giant dragon in the cave poked its head out, and it roared angrily at the approaching heroes. Little one, how dare you come to my great Deathwing, Smaug, and my sharp teeth will tear you apart. Shatter your body~~." Ulf was behind the curtain, controlling the leather dragon and the leather statue of the hero. He was a little busy. Alfred, who was holding the curtain on the side, couldn't help laughing when he saw it. She asked the other A maid helped to hold the curtain, and she came to the back, imitating Ulf's example, and picked up the leather puppet.
Ulf smiled at Alfreya. In the few days he spent in Makar, he had figured out the lord's family relationship. Although this Alfreya was the lord's wife, she was only thirty years old. Around this time, when a woman was most mature, she gave birth to only one daughter for Smolanyar, and the other children were all born to concubines.
"I am a powerful hero. I will not succumb to you. Damn evil dragon, go back to your cave!" Alfred is quite talented. Under the guidance of Ulf, she quickly made After understanding the performance routine, I started to become more proficient from being unfamiliar.
With the cooperation of the two, Ulf adapted the fragments of The Lord of the Rings and performed them for the Kamal people in the form of shadow puppets. They can be said to be the first tribe in the entire Nordic world to enjoy something similar to a movie. This experience is unique.
"Huh, I'm so tired." After the scene, Alfred couldn't help but twist her neck, but looking at the interested audience, she felt very accomplished, and she couldn't help but look at Ulf closed the curtain and started telling the story to everyone again. Her cheeks suddenly turned red for some unknown reason and seemed to become hot.
With sweat all over his body, Ulf finally heated up the atmosphere of the entire banquet. When he sat down again to enjoy his own dinner, he was already a little tired, and the people of Kamal came over to toast him. In their opinion, Ulf My husband must be a great magical bard.
"He can make the shadows move. Looking at those shadows, I seemed to see a magnificent heroic epic."
"Can I ask you to teach me those methods?"
"I want to hear the rest of the story."
"The Dragonborn's story isn't over yet!"
Ulf drank wine and ate food, but the enthusiastic fans around him did not intend to let him go. Maybe Ulf unintentionally developed the first batch of fans in the Middle Ages.
Fortunately, Alfred showed up to drive away these enthusiastic fans. She sat opposite Ulf and filled a bottle of wine for him with her own hands.
"How dare you trouble your lord's wife." Ulf said polite words while picking up the wine glass unceremoniously. When he reached out to take the wine glass, Alfred, not knowing whether intentionally or unintentionally, actually used his delicate hands to He squeezed the back of Ulf's hand, then stood up and left with a smile. Ulf was stunned for a moment.
"You are not interested in me, are you?" Ulf hesitated in his heart. He had done so much just for the last day of the raid tomorrow. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he pretended not to understand.
And when Ulf lowered his head and pretended to eat, his eyes glanced in the direction of Alfred, and he saw that she was whispering something in Smolanyar's ear, and Smolanyar was so amused that he laughed. Laughing, he also looked at Ulf, which made Ulf a little nervous. He didn't understand what the lord's wife said to Smolan Yar.
Late at night, people at the banquet gradually became lonely and drunk. Ulf also yawned and was about to get up and leave. Usually when he was about to leave, Yao Twadil would follow him until he checked in and made arrangements. In the round house, but this time Yaot Wadil blocked his way.
"Can't I even go back and rest?" Ulf frowned slightly and said to Yaot Vadir.
But Yaot Vadir remained silent. He just stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation. Ulf looked at him doubtfully, but Yaot Vadil did not speak. Ulf had to follow him and move toward the long-term leader. Walking inside the house, after passing a wooden corridor, he saw a room with a closed wooden door.
"Here?" Ulf was a little surprised. He remembered that this location in the lord's house was generally only used by family members and special guests.
"Go in! Lucky guy." Yaot Wadil roughly reached out and pushed him in. The room was dark, which made Ulf very surprised and even a little wary. Could it be that they had discovered his identity and were ready to kill him? I, but I thought wrongly. If I wanted to kill myself, why bother to go to all the trouble.
Suddenly, the tong pots in the room lit up, but there was only the light of one tong pot. The jumping flames made the room half-dark and half-dark. Just when Ulf was confused, he saw the white linen used for performances. The curtain actually appeared here, but it was tied around a big bed.
"Why are you here?" Ulf was a little confused. His plan was to use shadow puppets to gain the trust of the people in Kamal. After figuring out their defenses, he would send a signal and cooperate with Vargas and others inside and outside to break Kamal. But now things seem to be Some are starting to look out of shape.
A graceful figure suddenly appeared on the big bed. Under the bright light of the tong pot, it was as beautiful as a forest elf. Ulf was stunned and shocked. Who said that the imagination of ancient people was not as good as that of modern people? It was just the beginning, but these Vikings actually knew how to draw inferences.
"Huh, Tok, I made this for you." Just when Ulf saw the shadow of the woman behind the curtain and twisted her slender waist, a pair of slender white arms hugged him behind him, leaning against him. Ulf said in his ear.
"Lord's wife?" Ulf was even more shocked. The person hugging him was actually Alfred. He wanted to break away from her. This was Lord Moranyar's longhouse. If he found out that he wanted to rape his wife If so, wouldn't it mean that he would tear himself into pieces?
But when he turned around, he found that Alfria was wearing a wooden mask, which represented the goddess Frigga. At the same time, the clothes on the lord's wife were thin, and Ulf was even more curious.
"Madam Lord, what are you going to do?" Ulf was forced back by Alfred and asked her.
"Shh, I am the goddess Frigga now." Alfred smiled sweetly. She stretched out her hand and pushed hard. Ulf fell onto the bed. The beautiful woman inside also smiled and stepped forward. A wooden mask representing Odin was placed on his head.
I don't know if it was the effect of the light or the vague fragrance in the house. In a daze, Ulf actually got to know the splendid Nordic culture in depth with the two of them in the curtain surrounded by white linen. When the storm subsided, , when Ulf and Alfred were lying together, he woke up slightly and heard a noise from next door.
"Who is it?" Ulf was about to sit up alertly, but Alfred held him down. She looked at Ulf with a smile.
"Shh, it's my husband, Smolan Yar." Alfred said nonchalantly.
"Lord?" Ulf felt that the hairs all over his body stood up. He actually cuckolded Lord Smolanyar in front of him. Will a warrior break in from the door at the next moment?
"Don't panic. It's common to leave healthy seeds to the tribe. What's more, you brought him new toys. I believe my husband is very satisfied." Alfred explained to Ulf, It turns out that the people of the Kamal tribe have this custom. They let their wives entertain guests from far away, so that they can obtain fresh blood and avoid continuous inbreeding of the bloodline.
"Why me?" Ulf asked with a sigh.
"We think you are the incarnation of Odin, are you?" Alfred playfully drew a circle on Ulf's chest with his finger, and then asked with a smile on his face.
