In the tavern, Sidlifa saw the pirates.

These guys are still drunk, and it seems that they have exchanged all the money they have for alcohol.

Sidlifa sighed, asked the shopkeeper for a basin of cold water, and woke up all the men.

The pirates helped each other and stumbled towards the harbor.

Sidlifa suddenly had a bad feeling because there seemed to be a little less pedestrians on the streets.

She hastened to tell Old Wilder, who was still a little drunk, and told her men to hurry to the docks.

As soon as they arrived at the port, the pirates were stopped by a group of city guards.

Before they could draw their weapons, the guards snatched them all of their weapons and forced them to their knees, their crossed swords pressed against their necks from behind.

Sidlifa slashed two guards, but was outnumbered and was hit in the stomach by a third guard, and soon crouched down.

Several of the guards wanted to do the same, and also put their long swords around her neck, when a voice came from behind:

"Don't be so rude. Even if she was a pirate, she was just a woman. ”

Sidlifa looked at the blonde young man lined up in the crowd, and something seemed to cool down in her heart:

"Leotis ......"

"Sidlifa." Leotis looked at her indifferently, "You are indeed a pirate. ”

"There is no enmity between us." Sidlifaforce suppressed the anger in her heart and tried to negotiate with her, "It won't do you any good to kill us here. ”

"Oh?" Leotis smiled playfully, "Indeed, I'm not here to kill you. ”

"I'm here for you." He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Me?" Sidlifa was stunned, but the subdued pirates next to him immediately roared:

"Get out! Don't try to touch a single hair of my daughter......"

The pirate who spoke out was soon mercilessly beaten in the face by the guard's sword hilt, knocking out a mouth full of teeth and blood foam.

Leotis looked at all this leisurely, and said with some pity:

"Sidlifa, why are you always so stubborn? If you were willing to convert to God with me, these things would not have happened today. ”

"Shut up! Vikings are never superstitious about gods......" Another pirate yelled, but before he could finish speaking, one of the guards pulled out a dagger and stabbed him in the mouth. Just a stir made him lose the ability to speak forever.

"So you're not targeting us." Sidlifa took a deep breath, "Your target is me. ”

"My goal is you." Leotis frowned slightly, "Yes, otherwise?" Why do you think I, as a nobleman, would spend time with a commoner girl? ”

"A lost lamb needs a shepherd to guide him to the right path. Humble commoners also need nobles to inject noble blood in order to regain their lives. He spread his hands and said in an aria-like tone, "Sidlifa, you have a sinful past, but it doesn't matter. ”

"As long as you are willing to convert to my Lord, I can give you an identity and return you to the path you should take."

"What identity?" Sidlifa asked coldly, "When you are your mistress?" ”

"It's a gift for you." Leotis lifted his chin haughtily, "It is better to be a noble woman than to continue to drift on the sea." ”

In an instant, the words that old Wilder had said came to Sidlifa's mind like lightning.

“…… Human beings are born unequal......"

“…… It's easy for him to take away what you hold dear......"

Sidlifa shuddered, and a certain feeling of helplessness filled her body again, as if she had returned to the village where she had been killed.

It was her nightmare for countless nights: soldiers slashing her mother in front of her, and her young body could not cut through the hard helmet of the opponent, no matter how much she slashed.

Now, once again, she felt her weakness and powerlessness.

"If ......," Sidlifa said with difficulty, "I'll go with you...... You're going to let them go? ”

"Of course." Leotis smiled, a look of satisfaction in his hands.

"Don't trust him." Old Wilder, who had been silent, suddenly said, "As long as you leave with him, we will be killed immediately where you can't see." ”

"Shut up!" The guard behind him shouted crudely, and tried to punch him in the cheek, but Old Wild rose to his feet like a brute and struggled to shout at Sidlifa:

"Sidlifa! A true Viking who is by no means ......"

Two long swords stabbed him in the chest from behind, and in a fit of rage, he broke free of the ropes that bound his hands and grabbed the battle axe at the guard's waist.

He was then pushed to the ground by the guards...... Died.

Sidlifa looked at Old Wild's corpse in despair, her eyes reddened a little, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Don't cry!" The first mate screamed and cursed.

As a result of Old Wilder's resistance, the guards behind him hurriedly pressed the sword against his shoulder, scraping a bloody mark on his neck.

However, the first mate still showed no pain, and just shouted to Sidlifa: "I told you a long time ago: it is better to shed blood than to cry!" What do you have to cry about...... Is this looking down on us?! How can a real father let his daughter sacrifice herself for the sake of his own survival?! ”

He shouted in rage, slamming his neck with the sword beside him, slicing his own carotid artery.

"Don't!" Sidlifa shouted as hard as she could. She tried to pounce forward, but the guards behind her grabbed her beautiful long blond hair, and she could only watch with tears streaming down her eyes as the first mate on the other side lay in a pool of blood, gradually losing signs of life.

The other two guards rushed forward and locked her arms from behind, one left and one right. Sidlifa didn't struggle, and lowered her head blankly, and the pirates laughed.

"The first mate has done this, are we just seeds?"

"Let's go, let's go! Valhalla is waiting for us! ”

"Whoever dies the latest will be fined a barrel of the strongest wine at the entrance of Valhalla!"

The pirates laughed unruly, slammed their necks into the blades of their swords, and killed them one by one.

Leotis watched in horror before realizing that things seemed to be out of his control.

By the time he hurriedly ordered the guards to push the pirates to the ground, there were only six or seven pirates left on the scene who had not committed suicide - not too late, but not yet ready to commit suicide. Some looked hesitant, while others turned their pleading gazes to Sidlifa.

Even if it's just through the eyes, no one can say the words "let Sidlifa die for it".