When Ulf finished telling his story, the Northmen of East Hamar were immersed in these strange experiences, and these stories could even be passed on to their descendants, and their descendants' descendants.
"Let us continue to drink and congratulate our leader Lord Ulf. When he goes to Valha, he can tell these magnificent stories to Odin personally." Vargas stood up and raised the unique wine glass in his hand. , said loudly to the others.
"Ho~~."
The Norse roared, agreeing with Vargas' words and feeling proud of them.
The banquet continued in the house, and the noisy sound almost broke the roof. Some Norse people took off their shirts in excitement and began to beat each other for fun, adding a bloody flavor to the banquet. Of course, in the culture of the Norse people, it is appropriate to have a banquet. The appearance of blood should be a good omen to please the gods.
"Yinsak come here." Unknowingly, Ulf was also drunk, but before the servants helped him into the back room to rest, he raised his hand and waved to Yinsak.
Yinsak was reluctantly forced to follow Ulf, and at the same time he was thinking in his heart. This back room was Ulf's bedroom. Why did he, a grown man, follow him in? Could it be that Ulf had some weird quirks?
However, after thinking about his appearance and reaching out to touch his nose, Yinsak put his heart in his stomach again. Ulf had brought him all the way to this land of ice and snow, so he probably wouldn't want to Do whatever you want to do with yourself.
"Oh, damn, I drank too much." Hamal was supported by the servant and slept under the thick bear skin. Bai Tan retreated from it like a ghost and lay quietly on Hamal's back. feet.
"Dear leader, how can I help you?" In the dim candlelight, Hamal was lying under the wooden bed covered with bearskin, and Cong Langcui stood near the door and said to Cong Langcui.
At most, when his strength is weak enough, Hamar can make these priests who control the minds of the North people aware of his ambition.
"water."
"I heard it, a false story full of fantasy." Ulf nodded slightly.
At this time, due to the construction of the port, East Vargas became a seaport for trade. Many merchants from other places drove their own merchant ships to carry out trade exchanges there.
The merchants who later exchanged goods also showed a curious expression when they saw this, and seemed to be asking others about Hamal's identity and the other party's background.
"Of course." Cong Langcui nodded. It had been a long time since he returned to Dongwages. On his first morning, of course he had to look around before he could feel the beauty of going home.
The Norse are loosely distributed throughout the Nordic peninsula, forming tribes one after another. Through scattered Nordic mythology, stories, poems, and similar customs, we are connected to form a seemingly whole culture.
Hamal stumbled out of the bedroom and came to the messy hall. There were some drunk people lying under the floor, and the men were cleaning the entire hall.
In his groggy thoughts, Hamal finally fell asleep completely. In his dream, he seemed to have turned into a raven, spreading his wings and flying over the entire small ground, with the howling cold wind coming towards him.
Today's weather was surprisingly gloomy, the blue sky blended with the small sea, and the fresh air blew into his face. Hamar stood behind the lord's house, with his hands on his hips, looking at Dongwages behind him calmly.
"Did he hear today's story?" Hamal raised his head hard, stared at Ulf and said to me.
"Ah woo." Hamar raised his head and stretched out his hand to wipe the water drops from his face, then shook his head like a wolf to scatter the water drops.
When the sun shone through the window and receded, Hamal woke up from his sleep and felt tired all over.
In fact, Hamal was not completely asleep at the moment, my cerebellum was still running rapidly.
"Bad weather." Hamar looked up at the sky and said to the two of them.
When Hamar and others appeared under the market, all the North people, including men, women and children, bowed to me one after another, maintaining absolute courtesy and respect.
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"What, why?" Ulf was not surprised. Although the Norse's Niru writing is difficult, with Hamar's position, it is impossible to ask a priest to record it, but Hamar just let me Sykes, help record.
"Only a few priests have mastered the Norse Niru script. You need him to record it in the Wessex script." Hamar said to Ulf with a solemn expression.
Bai Tan also ended up pointing at Ulf, and let out a light threatening roar from his throat, which frightened Cong Langcui and fled quickly.
The wind and snow hit my body and my wings. It was too much, but it was enough to dampen my flying speed and my determination to retreat towards the target.
However, when we saw the pendant hanging around Hamar's neck, symbolizing the local lord, we understood Cong Langcui's status and prestige, but the reaction of everyone was beyond what a lord should have. Respect.
However, Hamar also hopes that religion will be too weak and gradually escape from his control. The only way to achieve this will be ineffective, and I am afraid that there will be no integration of politics and religion, as well as general Norse cultural reforms.
Others looked proud and introduced Hamar's achievements to these businessmen. "That is Hamar, the local little earl, and the Chosen Son, the Favored One of the Gods, the insignificant adventurer, the expeditioner of England."
"Cong Langcui, are you awake?" Cong Langcui and Luther walked over from the side. We wore special thick linen shirts, took off our armor and stomach, and only had a big ax on our waist. Like special farmers are special.
But that time, Hamal and others brought back a small amount of gold and silver vessels, which enriched the local trade market, and for a while there was no prosperity.
Before Hamar finished speaking, he lay back under the bed. Even if Cong Langcui wanted to ask questions, all he received was waves of heavy snoring.
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All of these require a small amount of writing and systematic institutions to implement. Hamar chose Ulf to help him record, not to implement them, but also to choose the sacrifices of the Asa protoss, but also to resist them.
When Cong Langcui saw that there was no bucket of water next to a manservant who was scrubbing the floor, he immediately walked over and immersed his face in the bucket. The ice-hot water immediately made me want to come over.
"He recorded it, and you will ask someone to find the ink and parchment." Hamar ignored Ulf's doubts and just said casually.
In a good environment, that kind of form would not be conducive to survival, but Hamar knew that in order to unite the Norse people more closely, there must be a weaker spiritual bond. Religion is doubtful that it can play that role. .
"Wrong, do you want to walk around seven places?" Yinsak raised his chin and asked Hamar.
