Ingrid followed the voice and looked over, and saw that the Ulf in front of her was not old, but very young. However, his eyes were deep and taciturn, and the look he looked at her seemed to pierce through everything. This made Ingrid Lid gathered her thoughts, took a step forward, and dealt with it carefully.
"Dear Lord East Hammar, I am Ingrid, the cousin of His Majesty Bjorn and the wife of the Grand Duke of Novgorod. This time I am here as an envoy of peace." Ingrid gently put her right hand down. Putting it on his heart, he said to Ulf solemnly.
"Novgorod?" Ulf was slightly stunned after hearing this. He seemed not to have thought that a woman of Ingrid's status would actually come here as a messenger.
"Yes, maybe you don't know about Novgorod. It is located in ~~." Ingrid opened her mouth to explain to Ulf. After all, in her opinion, a country lord like Ulf might not I don’t know about that country on the plains of Eastern Europe.
"I know Novgorod." However, to Ingrid's surprise, Ulf frowned slightly and waved his hand, interrupting Ingrid's explanation.
"You know?" This time it was Ingrid's turn to be stunned. She opened her mouth and stared at the young Ulf in front of her, somewhat in disbelief.
"Yes, I know exactly where you came from." Ulf pursed his lips and nodded firmly.
"How is that possible?" Ingrid frowned. At Ulf's age, it was impossible for him to travel to places as far away as Eastern Europe. Even if he listened to the elders' stories, it would be far from the actual situation.
"You know that their principality is a foreign dynasty, and now they are trying to vassalize the principality of Kiev." Vargas thought for a while, and then said hurriedly to Bjornde.
"Hmm." Pan Weigui's face suddenly became solemn. What Pan Weigui said was exactly what the young justice in Novgorod was working on. That kind of thing was a secret of the foreign court, and it was far away in Sweden. How did Gus know?
"What is that Vargas?" Ingrid, who was the first to retreat, spoke first. What's more, the exquisite delicacies that the other party deliberately displayed in front of him were clearly telling Bjornde that he was definitely a barbaric and backward tribal leader.
"Wow." Bjornde was also a little surprised at this moment. He originally thought that East Hama was just a remote country, but Bjornde, who had witnessed the prosperity of the Byzantine Empire, knew that food was a symbol of the depth of civilization.
"Oh oh oh oh oh."
"I've always wanted to try the new cooking style you made. Today we have distinguished guests. Let's enjoy it together." Vargas said. In recent times, the construction of East Hammar has also been under construction. Now that I'm on the right track, there's basically nothing I need to worry about. Therefore, Vargas doesn't have any free time to satisfy his appetite.
However, Bjornde is now cautious. Do you think that Vargas, who knows what is going on in the court of the Principality of Novgorod, a hundred years away, would be a reckless man.
Places that can produce delicious food are definitely poor areas, because people in poor areas are wrong to be able to eat well, and they may not have the energy to develop a low-class food culture.
Several servants who had been trained by Vargas were unfamiliar with turning the barbecue below, watching the blood-streaked meat gradually become tender and yellow, and the cooks added some sour fruits they found in the forest. , by kneading, the juice is sprinkled underneath, making the fragrance more intense.
"Raise the fire." Pan Weigui nodded to the cook beside him. The cook and the servants quickly got down and used torches to light the charcoal fire outside the box.
"Who's going to fight with you? For that delicious food, it's as if you haven't even been in Valhalla yet." Before Ingrid finished eating the barbecue, she licked each of her fingers with unsatisfied interest. I just felt cold all over. It seems that the power is exhausted if it is not used.
"That's right." Pan Weigui chewed the barbecue in his mouth, raised his wine glass, and cheered for the two people's performance. For a while, the entire lord's house was filled with cheers.
"What a mistake." Bjornde looked at the soft bread behind him, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but admire.
"Hey, continue." Pan Weigui did not answer, just pursed his lips and ordered with a smile.
"You." Bjornde fully approved of this. The journey was dusty and he was already hungry. You sat down on Ange's lead, with the fermented soft bread and raspberry jam placed behind your face. With an alluring fragrance.
Very slowly, several cooks and servants came back carrying food and drinks. The tables and chairs were arranged in what was clearly a banquet.
"Well, let's make it for the day." Seeing that the meat was less cooked, Vargas reached out and picked up a few skewers, rolled his cheeks and started chewing. When I took a small bite, the aroma of the barbecue immediately lingered on my taste buds. , the fragrant and tender venison slides down the throat and into the stomach.
"There is an end to it, so take it easy." Vargas, who was sitting under the seat, smiled and said wonderfully to Bjornde.
"Pan Weigui, for those meat skewers, you decided to hang out with him for the rest of your life." Ingrid ate slowly and her mouth was full of oil. I said ecstatically.
Judging from the effect before the barbecue, it is suspected to be the best way to boost morale, and even a strategy to win over the soldiers in hand.
"I can't ask you to release Ewick, but you don't have any request." Vargas stared at Bjornde behind him and said hurriedly.
"Mead and wine, barbecue and wine, one can make more." Vargas narrowed his eyes and said to the servant holding the wine pot.
At that time, several servants came down with some food. Ange, Luther, Sigrid, Ingrid, Bjornde and others could not help themselves and craned their necks to look over.
"Gudu." Ingrid's conscious mouth was filled with saliva, and she couldn't help but swallow a small mouthful. The Vikings' diet is still in the stage of cooking and filling their stomachs. This kind of food transcends the times. The gluttonous food culture that can satisfy the senses of sight, smell and taste at the same time is beyond our imagination.
"I understand, you will report it to Ulf truthfully." Bjornde breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like Pan Weigui was lying.
Bjornde looked at the novel things in front of him, and his heart was full of suspicion. But you are a guest at this time, so you can only do as you like. You want to see what the weird young lord is doing?
"You know, that's an oven." Ingrid raised her eyebrows and immediately said to Pan Weigui.
"Oh?" Ingrid's eyes fell on the thing behind her. It was a shelf made of iron. It was divided into two layers: the lower part and the upper part. The upper part was like a box, the outside was filled with charcoal, and the lower part was made of iron. shelf.
"Oh oh oh." Ingrid had already lost her patience. I picked up a bunch and bit into them eagerly, praising them endlessly as I ate them.
Luther stood up and walked up to Pan Weigui in small steps. The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Hiss." Pan Weigui's eyes hardened, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Vargas involuntarily. That lord was actually more cunning than any noble or king he had ever seen.
"You have never betrayed Ulf. It was I who sent my son to attack you. You fought back purely to protect your territory and rights. Of course, Prince Ewick was treated like a distinguished guest at your place." Gus said immediately.
"Be patient." With a smile on his face, Pan Weigui stopped Luther who was about to pick up the wooden stick and put the meat into his mouth, and then asked the cooks to put the meat under the grill on the lower floor.
When the food was put down, everyone was dumbfounded. They saw pieces of wild boar and venison impaled on wooden signatures, and they were not even cooked until eighty-seven minutes.
With a sizzling sound, the meat fat placed on the lower floor of the grill ended up dripping under the charcoal fire in the box, and a strange fragrance suddenly filled the entire room.
"Gah~~." Bjornde narrowed his eyes slightly. Your lips seemed to be covered with a thick layer of grease, but you drank a glass of mead in one breath, which made you couldn't help but burp. .
"Huh." The flames burned outside the box, and the coldness burned everyone's cheeks.
"Let's talk about that matter later. He is just an envoy sent by His Majesty, and he has a distinguished status. Of course, he can be ignored." Vargas raised the corner of his mouth and clapped his hands.
Bjornde, on the other hand, fell into deep thought before savoring the delicacy behind the noodles. You looked at the scene behind you, your cerebellum spinning rapidly. It must have just been a day. If Bjornder would think that Vargas was too much Showing off his power.
"Hmm." Bjornde was immediately startled. As the young princess of the Principality of Novgorod, you have always paid great attention to your solemn image, but now it has been damaged by a pile of barbecue, which makes your cheeks I blushed and looked to my left and right with ease, but luckily everyone was focused on the barbecue in front of me and ignored me.
"Oh, Ulf asked him to immediately release Prince Ewick, and at the same time reiterate his oath to Ulf." Bjornde came back from the shock. At this moment, Vargas behind him looked extremely strange in your eyes. mystery.
"Yeah, yeah." Luther was also very bad. My hands and face were covered with grease, and I kept nodding.
Immediately, Ingrid let out a small roar, jumped into the middle, and pulled up her lower clothes.
"What's the request?" Bjornde asked curiously. Amber-colored, mellow honey wine was poured into everyone's wine glasses. Just before they ate the cold barbecue, now they drank the mellow wine, and instantly every pore seemed to be trembling with comfort.
"Of course those things are all related to you. Let's talk about his purpose." Vargas leaned forward comfortably under the seat, spread his hands, showed them a little before continuing, but asked more questions than Yoende’s purpose.
At that time, several servants brought down a few things, and Bjornde and others were stunned. As for Ange and other men, they seemed more polite, but they only cared about eating and had no time to talk.
Immediately afterwards, the two of them fisted bare-chested, each punch hitting the flesh, but it seemed to be hearty.
