Alfred nodded slightly and waved to Iron Belly Levi, gesturing for him to follow him and leave here. After Levi burped, he took an orange on the table and then followed Alfred.
In the lord's hall of Chippenham, Alfred's courtiers stood on both sides of the colonnade and began to debate whether they could believe the authenticity of the letters brought by the Vikings.
"Issac is dead and buried according to Christian rites, and now the Vikings have brought a letter from the dead man. I'm pretty sure it's a fake."
"In case Isaac is not dead, then this information is very important, and we must strengthen Chippenham's defense."
"It's impossible. The vassals have disbanded their armies. The standing army is monitoring Guzrun. We don't have any extra troops."
"Then withdraw the surveillance troops."
"Withdrawing, it's easy to say. If the Vikings find out that the surveillance army has left, they will feel that they have an opportunity."
Alfred sat on the throne with an indifferent expression, listening to the courtiers arguing with each other. These noisy voices echoed under the dome of the hall. It was normal for nobles to quarrel with each other. Alfred knew these very well. There are intertwined interests and grievances among the nobles. The only thing that can unite them now is the military threat of the Vikings.
"Your Majesty the King, please give me your Holy Judgment."
At this time, the nobles gradually stopped arguing, and they all looked at Alfred.
"I already know what you adults think, Levi, what do you think?" Alfred wore a golden crown, with brown hair hanging on his shoulders. His long face looked slightly tired, but his eyes were extremely bright.
"Me?" Levi leaned against the pillar. He touched his beard and braids and walked out of the shadows in the corner. As a Viking who had lived in Danfa District for a long time, Levi had a deep understanding of Ang. Saren is very proficient in the language.
"Yes, as a Viking, you must be familiar with combat methods. Tell me, what would you do if it were you?" Alfred looked at Levi in front of him and said to him calmly.
"If it were me, I would definitely attack Chippenham while all of you are sleeping, rush into the castle, and chop off everyone's heads, including you." Levi raised his hand as if to point his troops. The general said to the nobles of Wessex, and finally pointed his finger at Alfred on the throne.
"Huh?" Alfred frowned, as if he didn't expect Levi to be so rude and direct.
Sure enough, Levi successfully angered the Wessex nobles. They angrily pressed the swords on their waists, and seemed to be about to pull out their swords at the next moment and kill the rude Viking.
"Hmph, don't think you can kill me because I don't have a weapon. Even with my bare hands, I can crush your throat like breaking a baby's arm?" Levi was not afraid, but instead folded his arms. , said with contemptuous provocation.
"I want to duel with you, damn Viking." A Wessex noble came out. He had thick black hair and two neat beards smeared with olive oil under his lips. He pulled out He said to Levi with the leather gloves on his waist. ….
"Oh?" Levi let go of his arms, his eyes narrowed slightly. He stood upright, a head taller than the other person, and his body was as strong as a calf.
"Stop, as your king, I order you to stop this provocative behavior." Alfred stood up abruptly. He stared coldly at the Wessex noble, and after forcing the other party to give in, he said in a friendly tone. He looked at Levi.
"Why, I like duels very much." Levi grinned, put his hands on his hips and puffed out his belly.
"Okay, put aside the grudge thing. Levi, I can hire you as a consultant. Please tell me, how many leaders are there who want to attack Chippenham?" Alfred waved his hand and sat down again. Said to Levi.
"Of course, it was Chief Ulf who proposed the attack on Chippenham. He is a divinely chosen warrior who possesses mysterious power and can foresee the future. Thor himself forged a warhammer for him." Levi touched his own beard,
Said to Alfred and others.
"Hahaha, the barbaric pagans are spreading their ignorant superstitions again." The Wessex nobles laughed. They didn't believe everything Levi said at all.
"So how many people does this leader Ulf have?" At this time, Alfred raised his hand, stopped the nobles from laughing, and said to Levi.
"He only has three hundred people at most." Levi held out his three fingers and said to Alfred.
"Three hundred people, poof."
The Wessex nobles were even more amused after hearing this. You must know that there are five hundred standing troops stationed at Chippenham Castle, and the strong walls can definitely withstand the attack of eight or nine hundred people.
"Huh?" Alfred also frowned. Three hundred people didn't seem worthy of his drastic reaction.
"Your Majesty, we only need to keep an eye on Guzlen's army and don't worry about these nonsense." The Wessex nobles immediately suggested to Alfred.
"You will pay for your arrogance. I swear in the name of Odin that I told the truth that I know, but you would rather be deaf and blind." Levi's face darkened, and he shouted to everyone said.
"So Levi, a man with an iron belly, what do you think we should do, run away?" The Wessex noble who proposed the duel asked mockingly.
"Yes, you should run away, leave here, and escape into the swamp so that they won't find you." Levi shrugged and said slowly.
"Look, Your Majesty, the fox's tail has leaked out. Their purpose is very clear, which is to capture Chippenham without any bloodshed." An old Wessex nobleman with gray hair and rosy cheeks immediately stood up and pointed Levi said to Alfred.
And his words did not seem to be unreasonable. The Vikings were extremely cunning and would often use some sweet words and intimidation methods to make the Angsa people suffer and be fooled. They were already very annoyed by such cunning tactics.
"I've said everything, it's up to you how you choose." Levi said no more, he took a half step back, leaned against the pillar and said nothing.
"Nobles, what do you think should be done? Should we send troops to defend this place, or should we really escape into the swamp as the Viking advisor said?" Alfred used his slender fingers. He gently rubbed his temples and asked the nobles.
"Your Majesty, it seems that the decision can only be made using the ancient method." The gray-haired old nobleman put his hands in front of him and pursed his lips.
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