In the year 232 of the 6th Chronicle, Sidlifa was 11 years old.

She was holding an axe and practicing chopping against the wood on the stump.

"The handle of the axe and your arm should be in a straight line." Old Wild stood beside him and said lightly, "Use the strength of your forearms, big arms, and waist and abdomen to slash down with all your might!" Imagine this piece of wood is the head of an enemy and tear it apart with your weapon! ”

Sidlifa stood there, stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said, "But Asker said that it would be unwise to hit the head directly, because the weapon would probably get stuck in the skull and not be able to pull it out. ”

"Who's Asker?" Old Wilde looked surprised.

"Asker?" Sidlifa was stunned as well.

She instinctively felt something familiar with the name, with a certain sense of intimacy and attachment, but she really couldn't remember it.

"All in all, don't get distracted!" Old Wilder snapped, pulling her thoughts back to reality, "Chop it down with all your might!" Kill him before his axe strikes you! ”

Sidlifa struggled to raise the tomahawk, then slashed down with all his might.

The axe is embedded in the firewood and it is neatly split in half.

"Not bad." Old Wilder approvingly, "You have the potential to become a pirate in the future." ”

"But my mother didn't want me to be a pirate." Sidlifa said honestly, "She wants me to marry a nobleman. ”

"Hahaha, naïve Lisa." Old Wilder sneered contemptuously, "How could a nobleman marry a wild girl like you who has no family background?" At most, they will treat you as a mistress. ”

"What is a mistress?" Sidlifa asked innocently.

"A pathetic woman who covets a life of luxury, or fears aristocratic authority, and thus gives her body and dignity." Old Wilder looked disgusted, "Sidlifa, you remember it for me. ”

"Hold your proud head high even before the king."

"A true Viking will never submit to the nobility and the emperor. As long as he has a weapon in his hand, he dares to defy everything in this world. ”

"You said it before." "It doesn't matter if you're a Viking or not. ”

"Sidlifa." Old Wilde said solemnly, "The Vikings I am talking about are not a bloodline, they are a spirit. ”

"The spirit of never giving in, swinging a blade at all."

"We are descendants of the Vikings and aspire to relive the glory of our ancestors. One day, the Valkyries will take our Heroic Spirits to Valhalla and feast with our ancestors all night, and that's when you'll truly become a Viking. ”

Sidlifa nodded as if she didn't understand.

She began to continue practicing swinging the tomahawk.

Time seemed to pass quickly, the sun rose and set, and the stars shone and went out.

Old Wild left the village and did not know where he went.

Her mother, Sally, spat at her and told her to stop chopping wood all day like a fool.

The surrounding boys and girls occasionally entered the woods and laughed at her, calling her "wild seed", "fatherless", and "the lowly blood of pirates and prostitutes".

Sidlifa turned a deaf ear, and all she could do was swing her tomahawk, split the wood in front of her, and ......

Become a true Viking.

Suddenly, Sidlifa stopped and looked up at the sky.

At dusk, the white lines between the sea and the sky are dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the fiery clouds bloom like blood roses.

From the direction of the village came cries and fire.

Sidlifa ran as hard as he could, and from afar he saw that the village was full of Norman warriors wearing nose guards, mercilessly slaughtering the escaped villagers, plundering their money and belongings, and then burning the entire house to the ground.

She rushed into her house and saw that a samurai had knocked her mother, Sally, to the ground. Sidlifa raised her tomahawk and slashed forward from behind.

The axe smashed into his helmet, and the warrior quickly turned around with a somewhat cruel grin on his face.

"Nope! Come on! Sally, in a pool of blood, somewhere where she got the strength, suddenly reached out and hugged the Norman warrior's feet, "Sidlifa, run!" ”

Sidlifa dropped the axe, turned and ran.

From behind came the sound of steel beating flesh, and the muffled shouts of her mother, Sally:

"Run! Sidlifa, don't look back! ”

"Run!"

She ran as hard as she could, and the Norman warriors around her spotted her, shouting one after another:

"There's a little wild man there!"

"Don't let her run away!"

"The lord's order is to kill them all!"

Throwing axes and arrows grazed her side, and she ran forward with all her concentration, all the way to the dock, and then leaped like a fish into the icy waters.

I can't beat them.

I ran away.

Can I still be a Viking?

With some kind of desperate thought, little Sidlifa gradually sank into the sea, and the shouting outside gradually faded away from her.

………………

The light of the sea rippled overhead.

Sidlifa opened her eyes in the water.

She went upstream.

Emerging from the sea was the head of a 17-year-old girl.

She has a handsome appearance, a straight nose, fair skin like milk, her pupils are almost transparent blue, and her long hair is a brilliant pale blonde that spreads gracefully in the sea.

The huge ship docked nearby, and Sidlifa expertly climbed up the anchor chain, and soon climbed to the deck.

The deck was already full of Norman pirates, and everyone had just climbed aboard the ship from the water, and they were all wet.

"I announce that the champion of this underwater breath-holding contest is our daughter, Sidlifa!" Captain Wild said loudly, raising his beer-filled glass.

"Our daughter, Sidlifa!" Despite losing the breath-holding game, the pirates did not have the slightest expression of annoyance, but instead showed the same look as an honored old father.

When the pirates had dispersed, Sidlifa stepped up to the helm and whispered, "Village Chief." ”

"What do you call me?" Old Wilde frowned.

"Father." Sidlifa was silent, "I want to learn words. ”

"What are you doing with that?" Old Wilder laughed dumbly, "You don't still have your ridiculous, aristocratic idea, do you?" ”

"The Vikings were all about conquering territories and becoming lords...... Sidlifa tried to argue.

"It was then, and it's now." Old Wilder said impatiently, "Are there still Vikings?" From Britannia to the coast of Normandy, with castles and armies everywhere, how can there be any undefended land for you to conquer? ”

"Times have changed, Sidlifa."

"I want to learn words." Sidlifa said stubbornly.

Old Wilde was silent, and said:

"It just so happens that we're going to resupply in Helsingør and get rid of the ship's loot."

"If you want to learn the written word, you can go to the big municipal library there and borrow a few enlightenment books. Of course, whether it is the cost of borrowing books or hiring teachers, you have to pay for it yourself. ”

"Okay." Sidlifa said.