In the year 230 of the 6th century, 23 km north of Helsingør.

In the small fishing village on the coast, fishermen are returning from their boats one after another.

The seagulls circled and chirped, and some Norman fishermen threw the fish up, so the seagulls latched on to the fish in the air and flew away.

Occasionally, there are some unlucky ghosts who bump into each other in order to compete for small fish, which triggers the laughter of the fishermen below.

This fishing village has no name, it is also known as the Savage Village.

According to the mainstream feudal jurisprudence of the West in this era, the territory should belong to its lord, and all the inhabitants of the territory must pay taxes to the lord.

However, the land known as Heganis was so vast that the lord's tax collectors could not monitor every piece of land.

In addition, the Norman people were fierce, usually went to sea to fish, and when they couldn't survive, they left the village to become pirates, and when the pirates were tired, they found a place to build a house and build a village to start fishing, so there are also a large number of fishing villages along the coast of this land, and they are actually in a subtle state of "loss of contact" with the lord.

The tax collector didn't know that there was a village, and the people in the village didn't know that there was a lord, so the village became a savage village that was not officially registered.

The fishermen pulled the boats ashore, and the village children cheered and ran to the boats in search of the biggest and fattest cod.

A small figure stood on the edge of the house, looking at the children running barefoot on the beach, with a somewhat envious expression.

But she just stood still, because she knew that the fishermen would be embarrassed to see her.

More precisely, there was a subtle concern about her.

This year, Sidlifa was 9 years old.

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She always felt like she had forgotten something important.

After an afternoon on the beach with the sea breeze blowing, Sidlifa finally confirmed that she really couldn't remember.

Maybe it's just a hallucination from oversleeping this morning.

She stood up, intending to go home.

Walking to one of the lowest houses in the village, she heard the screams of women and the heavy gasps of men coming from inside the house.

When her mother was working, she didn't want Sidlifa to bother her.

So Sidlifa went outside into the woods and began to dig earthworms to play.

After a while, an angry curse rang out in the room:

"I don't want your stinky axe to pay for it! Stolke, next time if you don't bring enough money, don't set foot in the door of the old lady! ”

"Haha, dear Sally, next time I'll pay both times."

The Norman man who was pulling his pants walked out yawning, and when he saw Sidlifa digging earthworms outside, he couldn't help but rub her little blonde head and said:

"Sidlifa, go back. Your mom is waiting for you in the house. ”

“…… Maybe you're my daughter. He grunted with emotion, belted his pants and left.

When Sidlifa returned home with her nose covered, she saw a white arm stretched out lazily on the overwhelmed old bed.

"Go, pick up the axe at the door, find the village elder Wild, and come back with some bread and pickled fish."

Sidlifa picked up the axe and left the house in silence.

Sally, Sidlifa's mother, is the only special worker in the village.

Her guests were mostly passing pirates, and occasionally the village fishermen came to her door.

The latter are rarer, because the fishermen are poorer and are reluctant to pay for pleasure.

It's just that after a long time, almost every fisherman in the village has had a relationship with Sally.

Later, Sally became pregnant.

No one knew why she suddenly chose to get pregnant, and everyone didn't even know who the biological father of the child in her womb was, so for a while, Sally's house was full of all kinds of things, all of which were food and herbs to nourish the fetus.

The women of the village almost exploded, keeping their husband under full surveillance, for fear that he would sneak out in the middle of the night to deliver something to Sally.

And so little Sidlifa was born.

The women of the village hated her, called her "Wild Seed", and maliciously speculated that her father was an old, ugly, pus-covered old pirate.

The fishermen of the village were embarrassed to see her, because she was probably bleeding from her body, so they had to take care of her and try not to talk to her so as not to be discovered by their sensitive wives.

Privately, the fishermen call little Sidlifa "everyone's daughter".

The children, laden from the fishing boat, threw the live cod to their mother, and exchanged it from the cellar for another overfrozen, almost hard dried fish.

Then they started playing pirate games, pretending that the dried fish in their hands were tomahawks, and slashing each other with a slash.

The people of the village have a subtle affection for pirates, on the one hand, they have actually been pirates, and on the other hand, they don't like children to be pirates.

However, the children don't care about this, they just think that pirates are handsome, they can sail around and play, and cut anyone who is upset.

"Today I'm a Viking! Suffer death! One of the older blonde children said this and smashed the dried fish in his hand at the other.

"Persson, you've been a Viking last week!" The surrounding children cried out in dissatisfaction, "It's time for the others!" ”

"Good! Then we wrestle, the Vikings are all Hercules, whoever can knock me down, who is a Viking! ”

The children immediately fell silent, the blonde Persson was the tallest of them all, and most of them couldn't beat him.

A boy stood up bravely. A few minutes later, he was thrown to the ground by Persson and burst into tears.

Persson struggled to make a majestic gesture and looked at the remaining children arrogantly.

No one spoke.

"Alright, now I'm a Viking, the king of the North Sea!" Persson nodded, "Vivika, Selma, now you're my slave girls, come and serve me." ”

The two girls reluctantly stepped forward with their mouths pouted and pinched Persson's shoulders.

"Karlsson, Ljungberg, you were the pirates I defeated, who took refuge in me for fear of my Viking status, and are now my guards."

The two boys were overjoyed, and immediately took the dried fish and pretended to be wearing swords.

"The others are ordinary villagers, now pretending to go fishing and working, waiting for me to rob you!" Persson clapped his hands.

So the rest of the children immediately scattered, and no one wanted to be caught and beaten by the little Viking.

Persson laughed as he watched the children disappear into the distance in terror, his eyes suddenly falling on Sidlifa on the other side.

This little girl has delicate long pale blonde hair, soft to the waist, and her skin is so white that it is almost transparent, like a delicate and extremely thin porcelain doll, which looks lovable.

The children speculated that her father must have been a nobleman, otherwise how he could have given birth to such a beautiful daughter like a princess. Yet every time it comes to this, their mother disdainfully says:

"It's a wild seed, and her father is an old pirate covered in pus."

Persson was a little nervous, he hadn't spoken to Sidlifa before, so he said cautiously:

"Hey, Sidlifa, are you going to be my princess's fiancée? I'm a powerful Viking. ”

The two girls next to her were immediately shocked: "Persson, she's a wild seed!" Mom said it would rot if you played with her face! ”

Persson was a little tired of what the two girls were saying, but Sidlifa, who was on the other side, just looked at this side quietly, and did not speak, which made him feel a little embarrassed and annoyed.

Just as he was about to go up and slap her, Persson's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the axe in her hand.

It was a real axe, and although the wooden handle was covered in mold and the blade was pitted, it was indeed an axe.

It's not like they've played with dried fish.

"Where did you get that axe?" Persson asked pretending to be kind.

Sidlifa finally spoke:

"Mom gave it, let me go to the village chief to exchange bread and pickled fish."

"You don't need to look for the village chief. I have bread and pickled fish here. Persson immediately said, "You give me the axe, and I'll give you the food." ”

Sidlifa let out a sigh and handed him the axe.

Persson took the axe and slapped her to the ground with a backhand.

Little Sidlifa covered her cheeks, and before she understood what was happening, she saw Persson grabbing her beautiful long hair, and the soles of her boots stomped her face, and said arrogantly:

"Listen up, Sidlifa!"

"A true Viking never buys and sells, and he doesn't take advantage of his tongue!"

"They will only take what they want from the cruel iron and fire!"