When Ulf heard Sigrid requesting that Count Waldhel be given to him as a slave, he couldn't help but feel a little headache. This kind of person with aristocratic blood would either be used for blackmail, or be squeezed out of his last political resources. , will die quietly, and Ulf will not leave any trouble for himself.
But Sigrid strongly wanted this slave. Ulf looked at the blood on her body and the palms that were also worn by the iron chains, and shrugged helplessly.
"You can keep him, but you must promise not to let him escape." Ulf said to Sigrid.
Sigrid immediately agreed, and then walked up to Count Waldher with a smile. Count Waldher had not yet realized what was about to happen. He just felt that Sigrid, who was of a similar age, should be older than the others. Easy to get along with, but he will soon regret this idea of his.
Ulf's army occupied Amsterdam Castle, and the prisoners inside were tied together and thrown aside to be disposed of. The soldiers were already happily searching for trophies. Most of the trophies would be put together according to the custom of the Norse, and then used by Ulf. The lord Wolf made the distribution.
"These are for the raiders." Ulf picked out a pile of gold and silverware and gave these things to the Danish wolf-headed raiders who were the first to venture up the city wall as a reward for them.
"Oh oh oh~~." The Danish Wolf Head Assault Soldiers howled excitedly, and they were satisfied with winning these rewards.
"These are for the levies." Ulf pointed to the remaining small pile and gave them to the peasant levies as a reward for their siege.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." These peasant conscripts looked at the spoils they got. Even the leftovers were enough for them to pay for a year, and they were suddenly very grateful to Ulf, the Viking lord.
Others also received corresponding trophies. Vargas received a set of chainmail, Ange received a sword with a red gem inlaid on the hilt, and Luther and Sigrid also received a sword. Bring the cross and the sacrificial chalice.
"Ulf, don't you keep some loot for yourself?" Ange held the sword and asked Ulf curiously, because there was no loot left in front of him.
"Being able to capture the castle is the result of everyone's bravery in killing the enemy. I don't need trophies." Ulf sat on the chair. He answered Ange generously, but in fact he thought that the entire castle and territory belong to me anyway. It’s his own, so it’s better to distribute such a small amount of loot to others generously.
"Then I don't want it anymore." Ange frowned slightly and placed the sword in his hand in front of Ulf.
"Hahaha, don't be stupid. This is a reward for you as a shield maiden. If you don't take it, what will the others do?" Ulf smiled. He picked up the sword and placed it again on the safe side. In Ge's hands.
At this moment, Ulf saw several North warriors walking down from the attic of the fortress holding a pile of books. They were still tearing the books apart as they walked, as if they were preparing to use these things as fuel. Big Ulf Shocked, he hurried over.
"Stop, where did you find these books?" Ulf hurriedly stopped them, and then asked the North warrior.
"There is a room in the attic. We saw that it was of no use, so we planned to use it as firewood. This thing is very convenient for starting fires." The North warrior with a puzzled expression looked at the furious Ulf and quickly explained to him, and I was very confused as to why the lord was so nervous about something that was basically useless except for igniting fire.
"Don't tear up any of these things. If you do, tell me immediately." Ulf immediately and seriously ordered his men.
"Ulf, what on earth is this?" Ange came over. She looked at these colorful books with paintings and asked completely confused.
"Ange, you said I have no trophies. No, you are wrong. I found the best trophies." Ulf picked up the books, carefully held them in his arms, and said with a smile to Ange.
"Ah?" Ange looked puzzled. For the Norse people, there is no writing or books. They rely on the oral transmission of minstrels to record history and traditions. Only the priest class uses some weird Ninja. Like text.
But Ulf knew that books are the crystallization of civilization, but even in a slightly more civilized Europe, the value of a book at this time is immeasurable. You must know that Europeans without printing can only rely on monks to hand-draw Method, writing bit by bit, and thus a unique profession, writer, was born.
"But it's strange. How come there are so many books in Amsterdam?" Ulf was a little surprised. A count's collection of books was too many. You must know that most nobles at this time would spend money on establishing The army, or donating to the church, or eating, drinking and having fun, rarely buy expensive and impractical books unless it is to show off.
Thinking of this, Ulf decided to ask Earl Waldhel to find out more, but when he came outside Sigrid's room, he heard a muffled sound and Sigrid's giggle. He opened the door curiously.
"Drive it~~." I saw Sigrid riding on the back of Earl Waldhel, whipping him like a horse. The poor young earl had a wooden stick in his mouth and a collar around his neck. Rope, crawling on all fours on the ground.
"Sigrid." Ulf frowned, thinking that this girl was too naughty and actually treated Count Waldhel as a horse.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu” Seeing Ulf come in, Earl Waldhel almost shed tears. He thought Sigrid was a kind girl, and he could even persuade her to let him go, but when he When he fell into Sigrid's hands, he realized that he had simply fallen from purgatory into hell.
"Ulf, what's the matter?" Sigrid stood up nonchalantly and asked, shaking the whip in her hand.
"I have something to ask Earl Waldhere, so I can borrow it for the time being." Ulf frowned and decided not to hand over Earl Waldhere to her before returning to Haarlem, otherwise he would be really afraid of the West. Grid, this perverted girl, will kill Count Waldhel directly.
Sigrid shrugged her shoulders indifferently. Anyway, she was a little tired of it at this time. She just took this opportunity to think of some new ways to torture Earl Waldher.
"Thank you, respected Lord Ulf." After being taken away by Ulf, with Ditwin's translation, Earl Waldhel first expressed his gratitude and hoped that he would not tear up. Send it back to Sigrid.
"That depends on your performance. After all, I have given you to Sigrid, and she has the complete right to punish her own slaves." Ulf winked slyly and said to Earl Waldher. .
Earl Waldhel's face turned pale with fright. He begged Ulf to help him get rid of Sigrid. He would definitely do it as long as Ulf needed it.
"Very good, I just have some questions. Why are there so many books in your castle?" Ulf nodded with satisfaction. He pointed to the books in front of him and asked Earl Waldhel.
"These books were given to me by my uncle. He is the abbot of a monastery and has thirty writing monks. I have always liked reading books." Earl Waldhell quickly explained to Ulf .
"So that's it. Have you read all these books?" Ulf continued to ask Earl Waldhel.
"Of course, these are my favorite books. I have read them more than 10 times." Earl Waldhel said proudly. Because of his love for books, he even has a small library in the castle. , which is the room that those North warriors broke into.
"Very good then, you can read these books to me." Ulf stood up happily, patted Count Waldhel on the shoulder and said to him.
"Reading?" Earl Waldheer looked dumbfounded. He did not expect that the barbaric Vikings actually wanted to listen to him reading.
The next day, after Ulf left guards in the castle, he led the army back to Haarlem Castle. Seeing Ulf returning with the loot and prisoners, the people in Haarlem Castle were very surprised. , I didn’t expect that Ulf and others could actually break through the Amsterdam Castle in such a short period of time.
"My Lady Duchess, this is the vassal Count Waldheer who disobeyed your orders. I captured him according to your orders." Ulf stood in front of the Duchess, with Dutch courtiers on both sides, and Wu Behind Wolf stood Vargas and others. He pulled the rope, and Earl Waldhel fell to his knees with a plop.
"I beg your forgiveness, Duchess. I'm sorry for my recklessness." Earl Waldhell straightened up from the ground with difficulty and said to the Duchess who was sitting on the chair.
At this time, the duchess, courtiers, Earl Waldher, and even Ulf and others in the hall were like actors, performing this funny scene. The duchess coughed a few times on her seat uneasily. Of course she She was unwilling to punish Earl Waldhell, but she also knew that she was actually no different from Earl Waldhell below. They were just puppets in the hands of the Vikings. As long as he disobeyed, his life would be threatened. She saw that Looking at her daughter beside her, for the sake of her daughter, she could only grit her teeth and accompany Ulf to continue the play.
"Earl Waldhell, because you have broken your oath to the king, I now declare that you will be deprived of your right to rule the Netherlands County. Who has any objection?" After the duchess finished speaking, she glanced at the courtiers on both sides. How she wished Among these people are those who have the courage to resist Ur.
