Bjorn was deeply convinced by his eldest son's words, and this coincided with the secret conversation in the tomb, which made Bjorn even more delighted. The father and son returned hand in hand and held a banquet to wash away the dust.
A few days later, Bjorn formally invited Ulf to his banquet, and at the same time sent envoys to summon Yaers from many tribes. This kind of grand event was only seen when Bjorn was young, together with his adoptive father Hasstein. Only after he sacked the Mediterranean Sea and returned to Navia to ascend the throne of Sweden.
"Your Majesty." Ulf came as requested. He rode a horse and brought the giant wolf Hei Tan. He walked up to Bjorn in front of everyone's surprised eyes and saluted the king.
"Ulf, my friend, welcome." Bjorn smiled and personally walked forward with Ulf in front of many Jarls, introducing Ulf one by one.
Ulf remained humble and nodded slightly in greeting to everyone, but the giant wolf that followed him everywhere at his feet and the beastly aura exuding made everyone excited.
"Your achievements spread throughout Navia." A lord reached out and patted Ulf's left arm and said to him.
"This small amount of credit is insignificant compared to His Majesty's achievements in sweeping the Frankish Kingdom and the Mediterranean." Ulf shook his head lightly and said to the lord.
"Okay, there's no need to mention the past." Bjorn's beard curled up. Even though he was old, he still recalled those magnificent adventures from time to time. Now that Ulf mentioned them in public, Bjorn was still shocked. Feeling slightly happy.
The banquet was held in the Amon Palace. This palace was built with hundreds of giant fir trees. The overall style maintained the wild and unruly style of the Vikings, with low and overlapping huge roofs and small corridors that supported the roof. The two pillars are surrounded by two people, but the details are very exquisite. Sea snakes, axe-wielding warriors, and various flowers, birds, fish and insects are carved under the pillars, revealing the Vikings' detailed observation of nature.
"I wish you never have Zhong Yan to look after you, fight to your heart's content, enjoy the enemy's wealth, own countless slaves and the enemy's men." Ulf wore a gold crown, silver hair braided, and an embroidered robe. Wearing a thick bearskin cloak, the hand holding the wine glass is covered with rings.
It's a pity that, whether it was deliberateness or skill, the torch actually burned the juggler's pants, and the flames grilled the juggler's balls, scaring the juggler into running around the room. The lords and Norse warriors who were watching were watching. With a small smile, he kicked the juggler who was close to him to the other side, which attracted everyone's attention.
"A woman's game is bloody, crude, and barbaric." Bjornde sighed heavily and said to Ingrid.
"He must want to ask for some deposit, that's possible." Bjornde didn't get an immediate commitment from Ingrid, but he didn't feel discouraged at all. You stood up and leaned over Ingrid. Li said loudly in her ear.
Even though the long skirt covered Bjornde's body, her figure curves were perfectly displayed. Ingrid, who had read numerous photos, could even imagine this graceful figure in the long skirt.
"Huh, oh oh oh~~." It happened that at that time, the juggler in the middle of the banquet was throwing down the eight torches in his hands. In order to make everyone laugh, the juggler even threw one of the torches, Throw it from your own hip.
"Did you also tell you that you personally tamed that Rod?" Bjornde pushed away a North warrior who was sitting next to Ingrid, and simply sat next to Ingrid. , the slender right leg naturally lifted up and was placed under the left leg.
"That's not the boring part of the battle. No one can predict whether there will be a result or not." Ingrid smiled and said to Bjornde.
"His battle with Eweik was very heroic. After that, no one thought he would win." Zhong Yanjinde shook his silver wine glass and stared at Zhong Yanjin with blurred eyes as he said to me.
After all, Ingrid is a very contented person. Before I had Ange, I had not yet decided in my heart that Ange was not my natural wife.
"You will consider it." Ingrid was relieved. Although Bjornde's invitation was in line with her plan, if she agreed straight away, given Maozi's suspicious character, it might be better.
At the same time, Ingrid only felt a sting on the pinna of her right ear, and wet breath sprayed into the ear hole. Zhong Yanjinde actually bit her ear hard after leaving, such an obvious hint, Anyone would be distraught.
"For men and children, war is cruel, and of course it is indispensable. Your husband is the young prince of the gods of Novgo, so he should be in love with the lake, right?" Zhong Yanjinde said to Ying Geli said.
Mercenaries were very common in that era. When Zhong Yanjin went on adventures with Hastein, he was hired by the local Frankish nobles.
Ingrid couldn't help but look in the direction of the scent, and saw Bjornde holding a silver wine glass, standing in front of her with a smile. Your hair was tied into a bunch, and you walked around the swan casually. With such a long and slender neck, hanging on the chest, and looking so prosperous and prosperous, no woman could bear to look away if her eyes fell on her.
"Little man, I heard that you personally tamed that Zhong Yan?" Suddenly, a faint fragrance penetrated into Ingrid's nostrils. In the room mixed with the stench of women's sweat and wine, Ingrid made people feel relaxed and happy.
Bjornd's skin is as white and delicate as milk. The swaying torches and braziers in the room illuminate your cheeks hazy, like a carved statue. The cold temperature makes Bjorn's clothes not thick. It's just a complicated long dress made of fine linen. The pattern underneath reveals the ethnic style of Novgo Zhongyan.
"So, why did he come to you, other than to tell you about the war?" Ingrid stared at the ugly, mature, and charming little princess behind her, recalling the story of Novgo Zhong Yan from that era. Unfortunately, my understanding of Maozi during that period was too deep and I only knew a rough outline.
The banquet was filled with people drinking and drinking, but it was quiet and ordinary.
"You need a weak mercenary army. Will the little lord lend you that army? Of course you will pay a considerable fee." Bjornde said to Ingrid.
"I know." Zhong Yanjin nodded slightly, waiting for you to continue.
"Um?" Ingrid's body froze slightly, thinking that Bjornde was so timid and actually behaved intimately towards her in full view of the banquet.
"He's implying that he is the darling of the giant wolf?" Bjornde laughed again. You looked at Ingrid playfully. Rhode's Ingrid was lying at your feet, like an untamed Rhode. .
Ingrid was sitting quietly near Ulf's seat. Sometimes I picked up a cup to drink, and sometimes I tore off a piece of meat on the plate, handed it to the meek Bai Tan who was lying at his feet, and patted it. little head.
"Your room is at the end of the corridor." Bjornde's red lips restarted and he said to Zhong Yanjin.
People in the room gradually became quiet and focused their attention on Zhong Yanjin, knowing that the king had nothing important to announce. "The giant wolf favors the brave." Ingrid put the wine glass on the table. The man in front of her was the young princess of the Zhongyan Principality in Novgo, Ulf's cousin. It would definitely be complicated for you to flirt with her.
"You villains, please be quiet." When the juggler found a bucket of water and shoved his buttocks completely back to start the farce, Ulf stood up from under the seat. Get up.
At this time, Ulf sat down with satisfaction, and some wandering bards and entertainers retreated into the house to finish performing their special skills, reducing the silence and laughter to the grand banquet.
"Oh oh oh~~." The lords and Norse warriors in the palace raised their wine glasses together and poured the mead from outside into their mouths. The overflowing wine flowed down the corners of their mouths and beards.
"The giant wolf gave it to you." Ingrid squinted her eyes and looked at Zhong Yanjinde behind her. Any abnormal woman would probably turn a blind eye when she saw such a beauty. Ingrid considers herself an unusual woman, so of course she just appreciates her.
"Madam." Ingrid pursed her lips and nodded slightly. Does Bad Qi Bjornde have any intention of approaching her now?
