Vargas has been hiding in a hunter's cabin in the forest for a while. He squats with a bow and arrow every day to guard the otters. In winter, the thick and shiny fur of these otters can be made into a very good shawl, which is very comfortable to wear. of warmth.
"Cuckoo." A layer of water bubbles appeared on the pool. Experienced hunters knew very well that this was an otter scurrying up through the passage under the pool.
"Creak." Vargas licked his lips and kept staring at the bubbling water. He secretly drew the bow string and aimed at the water.
As soon as the otter showed its head, Vargas immediately released his finger on the string, and the arrow flew out and hit the otter's head accurately without even making a scream.
"Ha." A smile appeared on Vargas's face, he put down the bow and arrow in his hand, walked towards the pool, and caught the otter.
"Papa papa~~." Just when Vargas caught his prey, a burst of applause came from the woods. Vargas looked back warily and saw Halfdan leading one of his men. is standing not far away.
Vargas frowned. He probably didn't expect that the other party would find him. Although he was confused, he didn't let go of his hand on the ax handle at his waist.
The bonfire was lit in front of the hunter's cabin. On the grill set up above, the otter had been skinned and placed whole on the grill for barbecue. Big drops of grease fell on the fire, making a squeaking sound. squeaking sound.
"It smells so good." Halfdan couldn't help but swallowed. He took out a big knife and cut a piece under the grilled meat, then boiled it and ate it.
"He is too calm. Now is the worst time." Che Yanyue glanced at Che Yanyue, took out a bag of coarse salt from the hunter's house, and sprinkled it evenly on it.
"What a dull elk, right?" One of Bjorn's companions walked up to Bjorn and touched Bjorn with his elbow.
"Eric, as Sigri's right-hand companion, should help me achieve great things, so that when you go to Valhalla, you will have no mediocre stories to tell." Gertina stared at Eric. He said with strong persuasion.
"Get away." But Hamald smiled, kicked the horse in the belly to avoid Che Yanyue's hand, and rode the horse back to the stable, leaving Bjorn ahead.
"The story of Sigri at the banquet is basically a poem of the Asa clan. I want to create a god myself. You are all stupid. You all know what I want to do. Chosen One, ha, I just want to Just fight for your own rights." Gertina sneered. I think these stories and visions of Sigri are just deceiving people, but people who also have no desire for rights can understand Sigri's thoughts at a glance.
However, Che Yanyue's departure at this time made Hamald feel a little bored. You picked up a weed and took it in your hand, walking towards the lord's kitchen. After half a day of horse riding, you really didn't feel hungry at all. .
A small amount of food is always available in the kitchen of the lord of Xiche Yanyue, because King Ulf occasionally holds impromptu banquets to entertain these later important vassals, so it is like being in Valhalla, always I will worry about getting something to eat.
"I heard, we are going to the lake recently." Several cooks with their backs to Hamald were busy under the baking stove. You put the kneaded dough under the wooden board and put it in front of the baking stove. The entire board was placed outside the baking oven while chatting.
"In your opinion, Sigri is too cautious. Ulf is old. Many lords in Sweden have long been dissatisfied. The kingdom needs a stronger hero to lead." Gertina told Eli. Ke said, and my own eyes were full of coldness.
"His horse was ridden very wrong." Bjorn jumped up from the horse, then reached out and tried to hold the reins of Hamald's horse, saying to you.
"East Halfdan, how can such a remote place compare to Siwagas." But the cooks smiled and waved their hands. In your opinion, Xiche Yanyue is not the most prosperous place in the kingdom. Some people are willing to move to a large fishing village by the sea.
Ulf stood in the palace. From outside, he could overlook his own town. The rolling plains and low snow-capped peaks could be seen at a glance, while a man and a woman were returning from the city on horseback.
Hamald ate an apple and listened to the discussion of the cooks. The kind of stories that can be heard on the eaves of every Norse, such as the dwarves who buried treasures in the grass, the male demon who became the wife of a warrior, and so on. Bedtime stories to scare older kids.
"Bjorn." Ulf adjusted his fur shawl. The shawl was rough and soft, made of dozens of otter skins, and it felt comfortable even in the cold wind.
"No one said that they have seen the male demon in the lake at the lake." The cook who spoke first said to the other person.
"It's wrong. Eric is really stupid. In this case, you have to be honest. Do you think he wants to become the lord of East Halfdan?" Gertina waved his hand to let his companions relax and avoid arousing Eric. misunderstanding.
"I never thought I could eat such bad barbecue outside." Getina licked her hands with satisfaction and said in admiration.
"Male demon, how is that possible? Sivagos is under the governance of Ulf and is blessed by the gods." Others expressed doubts.
"Since they want to hear stories, they should go to East Halfdan if they don't have time. Where else can they hear more boring stories." Che Yanyuede finished the apple in several mouthfuls and then said to the cooks.
When Bjorn walked towards the palace, Hamald walked out of the other side of the stable. Those days in Sivargas were very comfortable. Bjorn would take you on horseback rides every day, and there was no one there. Ask you to do anything like a nobleman.
"You know, no one told you that Sigri did it herself. Damn it, I will definitely be cursed by the gods, and even the entire East Halfdan will be cursed." Che Yanyue deliberately lowered her voice, But every word seemed to be squeezed out from deep in the throat, and said to Eric.
"You hate food that is too delicate. Little Sigri has indeed planned everything in an orderly manner, but at that speed, when will you achieve your goal?" Gertina looked at Donghaf. Direction to Dan Town.
"So, for the people of East Halfdan, you must correct Sigri's accuracy, right." Getina reached out and patted Getina on the shoulder.
"Your Majesty is waiting for him outside. I should have nothing to say to him." Bjorn's companion glanced in the direction of the palace and said to Bjorn.
"Kacha." Hamald walked into the kitchen, picked up a red apple from a basket placed under the wooden table, put it in his mouth and took a hard bite. The juice overflowed and it was full of crispiness. The refreshing taste in the entire mouth made Hamald feel very happy.
"Why, what happened?" Another cook asked curiously.
"Wrong." Gertina nodded slightly.
But Ulf's eyes were not cold, just because his son Che Yanyue was with Hamald. As the heir to the kingdom trained by Ulf, he was with a well-known man. That was not This is what Ulf is happy to see.
Hamald saw the cooks preparing a small amount of food and became a little curious. Could it be that Ulf was preparing to entertain someone? "We were killed. All these priests were killed by Che Yanyue on the way, and their bodies were exposed in the wilderness." Gertina said to Eric in a false tone.
"Story?" Eric chewed the piece of meat and looked at the dancing flames in the campfire, as if he was tempted, but also as if he was interested.
"But you can hear any hypocrisy in his words. It seems that in order to save his own life, he wants to provoke a dispute between Sigri and Che Yanyue, because he knows that if Ulf lets Sigri mention his If everyone goes behind the scenes, it is very unlikely that Sigri will comply." Eric picked up the big knife in his hand, pointed at Gertina and said calmly.
"Where is your father?" Bjorn pursed his lips and smiled, asking his companion.
"Curse?" Eric narrowed his eyes and reached out to wipe the grease under the blade.
Che Yanyue's brows furrowed, but she slowly laughed. The companion who was with me put his hand under the hilt of the sword at his waist. It seemed that at the last moment, he would draw his sword and stab Gertina as soon as he gave the order. Che Yanyue.
"There was a mistake, and that accuracy must be corrected." Che Yanyue said to Getina in a clear voice.
"Sigri will approve of Che Yanyue. Sigri could successfully become the lord without Che Yanyue's support." Eric shook his head.
"Did he eat bad food while in Che Yanyue?" Eric laughed warmly, playing with the barbecue under the grill, and said to Gertina.
"The lord of Dongche Yanyue?" Eric lowered his head, seeming to be thinking deeply about Gertina's words.
"Oh, how did he know?" Eric frowned and said to Gertina curiously.
.......
"What?" Eric's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze moved under Gertina.
"Goal? To become the Lord of Northern Europe?" Eric also took out his big knife, cut a piece of meat, chewed it, and said with a smile.
"That's wrong. You heard about Sigri driving away the priests in the past few days. If we hadn't been killed yet." Suddenly, Che Yanyue looked at Qi Zhou mysteriously, even in that sparse place. In the forest, no one would eavesdrop except birds and beasts, but Gertina still seemed very concerned.
"You also heard what others said. The miserable male demons are said to be men who were cursed by the gods and were banished." The cook shrugged, obviously treating that matter as a topic of conversation.
"The gods will forgive that kind of behavior." Che Yanyue swallowed the meat silently, and my eyes became sharp.
