Persson ran away with the axe, and the four children followed with a giggling voice.

The boy begged to touch the axe, and the girl complimented Persson on his handsomeness, which made the latter's heart flutter.

They disappeared into the distance of the intersection, and Sidlifa silently sat up from the muddy ground.

She didn't cry, just pressed her red and swollen cheeks and didn't say a word.

"Hehe, Vikings." A voice of vicissitudes sounded.

Sidlifa looked up at the man who had spoken.

The village chief, Wilder, was a man in his forties, who seemed to be returning from outside the village, and happened to witness the scene just now.

"Village chief, my mother asked me to use an axe to get you in exchange for bread and pickled fish." Sidlifa stood up and whispered, "But the axe was snatched. ”

"I see it." Old Wilde looked at her quietly, "Aren't you reconciled? ”

Sidlifa looked at him puzzled.

"Unwillingness is the original instinct that drives humans to kill." Old Wilder said, "People are born unequal. ”

"You know what? I've also been taken away...... Something important. ”

"What's that?" Little Sidlifa looked at him with wide eyes.

"My lover." Old Wilder said earnestly, "She was the daughter of a blacksmith, with a plump figure, fair breasts, and beautiful blond hair, and I was apprenticed in the blacksmith's shop at the time, and I fell in love with her at first sight. We are in love with each other and have a private commitment to each other for life. ”

"Then she was taken away...... became someone else's mistress. The other party is the son of a small local lord, who is of noble birth, erudite, and well-off, and has a thousand times better conditions than me in all aspects. At that time, I went to him to theorize, but I was severely beaten by his guards, and I escaped by pretending to be dead. ”

"Since then, I have known that people are not equal. Many times, the pinnacle of life that you have worked hard to reach in your life is likely to be just the starting point for someone else. Whether you are fighting for family background, wealth, or knowledge, you are not his opponent. ”

"Then it will be easy for him to take whatever you hold dear."

Old Wilder finished speaking meaningfully, and walked forward leisurely.

Sidlifa silently followed him. She didn't know why she was following, but she did it subconsciously.

"Is there no way?" Sidlifa finally asked, "How...... Protect my stuff from being snatched away? ”

"Oh, there's a way." Old Wilder stopped and looked at her indifferently, "There's a way to give you a chance, just a chance, to defeat those who are on top of you. ”

"That's desperate."

"Desperately." Sidlifa repeated his words dumbfoundedly.

The two of them passed houses, walked through farmland, crossed sandy beaches, and came to a humble pier by the sea.

"Twenty years later." Old Wilder looked at the sea level in the distance and smiled a cruel smile with some pleasure, "I led the pirates to attack and ransack his castle. I threw his child to death in front of him, insulted his wife and mistress, and finally hanged him in front of his family's coat of arms. ”

"From that moment on, I really got over him and trampled him under my feet."

"Pirates, are they Vikings?" Sidlifa asked.

"Pirates aren't all Vikings, but Vikings are almost all born pirates." Old Wilder said lightly, "The Vikings were a transcendent Norman clan at the end of the Fifth Age, living on raiding and fighting. At one point, they controlled the North Sea, so fearful that the Franks on the continent feared that they called the pirates from the north, whether they were from the Viking clan or not, 'Vikings'. ”

"But there are no purebred Viking clans anymore. The mainland now calls us the Normans, and we are believed to be descendants of the Vikings, the northern Jamani, and the local natives. ”

"Legend has it that the Viking clans possessed the secret of mastering frost, freezing the shields and weapons of their enemies at war, and even using frost to destroy their fingers and arms. So the hair of the purebred Vikings is also pure white like frost, you look around, there are still people with white hair? ”

"When it comes to Viking blood, the lighter the hair, the more Viking blood there is, and blonde hair is characteristic of the Jamani people, including the Franks and the native Scandinavians. The closest thing to white in our village is your mother, Sally. ”

"Is Mom a Viking?" Sidlifa asked innocently.

"Maybe." Old Wild laughed, "You can see what your mother is like now. What difference does it make if it's a Viking or not? ”

Sidlifa fell silent.

"Oh, take it." Old Wilder fished out a few fresh fish from the small warehouse at the back of the boat and threw them to her.

"I don't have an axe to exchange with you." Sidlifa said honestly.

"It's okay, little Sidlifa." Old Wilde looked at her with a smile, "Maybe you're my daughter...... I counted the dates, and it's not impossible. ”

"You remember, it doesn't matter if you're a Viking or not, what matters is whether you have a strong unwillingness in your heart and the courage to dare to fight hard." Old Wilder said, "Facing a desperate situation on the line of life and death, hell ahead, slavery in the rear. You risked your life to take that step......"

"Then survive and you win."

"What if you don't survive?" Sidlifa asked, grabbing the bouncing fish.

"Then die." Old Wilder shrugged, "So you still have to have a strong body." To step into hell, courage is only the most basic requirement. ”

Little Sidlifa returned home with the fresh fish in her hand, the windows had been opened, and the annoying smell had dissipated. Sally, who had white blonde hair, was combing her long hair and looked at it lightly.

"Mom." Sidlifa called out as she held the struggling live fish.

"I told you to take the pickled fish, why did you take the live fish?" Sally raised her slender eyebrows and immediately scolded angrily, "And what about bread?" Can't do such a simple thing? ”

Sidlifa was silent.

"Let's roll in the mud again! Why do you get dirty all over your body? Do you know how much money your dress cost your wife? ”

Sidlifa still didn't speak.

Sally scolded her, then took the bucket next to her and rinsed her briefly, restoring her beautiful pale blonde hair to a supple shine.

Then she was dried off and put on another set of clean girl's clothes.

Sally went out into the woods, shaved off the scales of the fish with a dagger, eviscerated it, and skewered it on a branch to make a fire.

Sidlifa stared blankly at her.

"This technique was learned by the old lady from a passing bard." Sally carefully sprinkled the grilled fish with earth salt and said, "If you don't, you'll have to nibble on raw fish like a fur seal......

"Mom." Sidlifa suddenly asked, "How can I have a strong body?" ”

"Why do you ask this?" Sally was stunned for a moment, and immediately scolded, "It must be that stinky pirate of Old Wilder who has instilled something in you again, right?" How many times did the old lady tell her that you are not his daughter! You have nothing to do with that old man! ”

"And who is my father?" Sidlifa asked.

Sally fell silent.

"Leave this alone." After a while, Sally said lightly, "What you have to do is to live well, grow into a beautiful girl, and then find a small nobleman or a rich businessman to marry." The old lady gave birth to you so beautiful, didn't she let you rudely abuse your body, understand? ”

Sidlifa nodded.