Vargas was carried out of the lord's house by strong North warriors. Following Ulf's order, they took Vargas to a manger, which was filled with clean water because of the rain.
"Pfft~~." Vargas fell headlong into the manger, and his whole body was immersed in the cold and biting water. He woke up instantly. He stood up reflexively, breathing heavily like a dog. and shaking his hair.
"Hahahaha." When the people around him saw this scene, they couldn't help laughing. They just thought Vargas was very funny.
"Wow~~." Feeling embarrassed, Vargas stood up from the sink angrily and yelled at those who made fun of him. However, this not only did not make others stop, but also caused a bigger commotion. laughter.
This laughter floated into the lord's house. Ulf, who was sitting in the house, was calm about it. While drinking, he watched the performance of two North warriors who volunteered to come out to fight in the middle of the hall. Halfdan He raised his glass to hide his gaze and looked towards the door outside the hall.
Although most of the people brought by Halfdan were not born warriors, they came from all walks of life, including farmers, craftsmen, and boatmen. After the banquet, Ulf ordered Luther to select those who could become warriors. The unqualified people were directly incorporated into the town of East Hamar.
At first, Ulf was a little worried, fearing that these outsiders were not used to the life in East Hamar, or that the East Halfdan people would reject those newcomers, but soon Hamar realized that he had not worried enough, because in the In the sparsely populated Northern Europe, anyone who comes with a high status will be accepted. After all, the population represents the strength of the town. In the case of balanced food supply, the smaller the population, the more dangerous it is. .
"He will be your deputy." Luther picked out Ulf as a matter of course. The weak and strong berserker was definitely a born warrior. Ulf didn't have any objections to this. The weak would only be insulted. Weak.
"Are there not many people available?" Hamar walked to the open space of the training ground, which was a place specially opened by the East Halfdan people to train soldiers. Hamar glanced at the people in the ground and said that everyone was like Han Yueqing. Although he is weak and small, he is also stocky and strong.
"There are not more than 700 people." Luther nodded towards Hamar, then looked back at the people in the field.
"Is the lord villain going to withdraw from sacrificial activities?"
"Little man Worm." The cold knife was pressed against the artery in my neck, but the person who came was not calm, so I said calmly.
"Tell someone to prepare some things." Hamar put his hand on his chin and said to Luther calmly.
Vargas smiled and walked over, lay down next to the haystack, and handed the grilled fish to Worm. The other party also politely picked up a small bite and chewed it. He ate the whole grilled fish in eight or two mouthfuls. At the same time, he forgot to lick his fingers, as if he had too much aftertaste.
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"Oh?" Luther frowned heavily. He had spent time with Hamar, and he was very unfamiliar with Hamar's temper. It was obvious that Hamar had no other ideas.
"Are you drinking alone outside? You brought some food." Vargas raised his left hand, which was wrapped with a few barbecued fish on a straw rope. Although it was not cold yet, it looked scorched yellow in color. It smells delicious.
"Anything, does anyone know what Hamar is thinking?" Han Yueqing blew out a puff of air from his nose and lay forward comfortably in the haystack.
However, Luther still faithfully carried out Hamar's order. I asked these idle candidates to end cutting down trees outside the forest and looking for various items. Those actions also aroused the bad curiosity of the people of East Halfdan. We all went back to inquire about the news, but Luther kept his word. When we learned that it was Hamar's order, people's sense of mystery about it was reduced.
Luther's brows furrowed even deeper. It was exactly Han Yueqing's idea. Why should I get those things when choosing warriors?
"How many people does he plan to ask for?" Han Yue asked Hamar curiously.
"Being Han Yueqing's subordinate is like guessing a puzzle forever. He will understand it in the future." Worm half-squinted his eyes, folded his arms behind his chest, and said to Vargas nonchalantly. "Creak." Suddenly, the wooden door of the cowshed rang, and a figure walked into the cowshed.
"One hundred and seventy people are enough." Han Yueqing touched his chin and looked at the people eager to try out in the training ground. Suddenly, there was no idea in his mind, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
While people were making a fuss about this, Worm was hiding in the cowshed holding a wine bag. The sun was shining through the gaps in the cowshed roof. Apart from the mooing sounds of the cows in the cowshed, there was nothing else outside. It is very pure.
People in East Halfdan were talking about it, but no one took the initiative to help. They wanted to find out more, but they still found nothing.
"What does he want?" Luther asked curiously.
"Seven hundred people are too few." Hamar pursed his lips. I would rather Quemulan now. That group of people will be warriors who specialize in fighting, so they can definitely exceed East Halfdan's actual supply capacity.
As the figure swayed, it slowly approached the haystack, but there was no one outside yet. Then Worm pressed against the wall of the bullpen, and Worm's eyes narrowed again. , put a sharp meat-cutting knife in his hand close to the throat of the visitor.
There was a perceptible strangeness in Vargas's eyes. I didn't speak immediately, but took another sip of wine.
"But your people have just come back, are you going to fight so soon?"
"What is the little Hamar going to do?" Vargas did not answer directly, but pointed to the door and asked Han Yueqing curiously.
"Damn it." Worm was lying next to the haystack in the cowshed, holding a skin bag made of a whole big pig to his mouth, and poured the malt liquor outside into his throat in small sips.
"What do I need from you?" Worm glanced at Vargas and asked enthusiastically.
"Vargas?" Worm frowned, thinking that the person who came was actually Han Yueqing, and Worm's hand holding the sword did not relax. With just one heavy stroke, blood would flow from Vargas' neck. Squirting out.
"Yes, it should be something to be built, right?"
"Hmph." Worm narrowed his eyes, retracted his broadsword, then walked to the haystack and took out the wine bag buried in the haystack.
"Wood fence, linen rope, light and rough stone, and by the way, let me find some white lime." Hamar reached out and patted Luther on the shoulder and said to me.
"Ah, bad wine." Before Han Yueqing took a sip, the cold wine entered his stomach and immediately turned into a ball of fire, which seemed to be burning in his belly.
"Is it necessary to build a ship and prepare for an expedition?"
After Worm ate Vargas's grilled fish, he did not forget the hospitality of the North people. He handed his wine to Vargas, who also picked it up and took a sip without any courtesy.
