"Daddy~"

Sinloth caught the daughter who pounced on him, and a smile appeared on his haggard face. He rubbed his daughter's bun face with his smooth chin, and Aili was instantly unhappy, so she gently pushed him a few times with her little head.

"Daddy, really."

"Huh." Every time I see my daughter's cute appearance, the troubles and tiredness all over my body will always disappear. Sinloth smiled, picked up his daughter, and stepped into the castle.

"Sir, you're back."

Seeing the lord and the eldest lady enter the castle, Jenny and Robert, who were busy in the castle hall, hurriedly put down their work and bowed to the lord.

"Jenny, go see Claes, he's not doing well."

"Huh? Is Claes brother back too? He said he was going to bring a gift to Ellie. ”

The lord held his daughter's blonde hair, and a trace of anger and helplessness flashed in his eyes: "Ellie, if you give a gift, next time." ”

"Huh?"

Jenny was still a little confused, but when she saw Bismarck and Roland carefully carrying Claes in, the strong smell of blood had already answered the question for the lord.

The knight gently carried Claes back to his room, and carefully placed him on the bed.

The pale-faced middle-aged woman looked at the shocking bloodstains, covered her mouth, and lamented: "Lord, who is so ruthless and has such a heavy hand?"

"Ah, Brother Clais"

The lord's face was heavy, he covered his daughter's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't say it, hurry up and show him." ”

Jenny seems to have a lot of experience in dealing with external injuries, and when she fought to the death with the Normans before, she also handled the wounds of the knights alone. Although the bishop had secretly used magic to heal Claes when he rescued him, and on the way, the knights had also found some herbs for him based on their own experience. It stands to reason that there should be no problem. But if Jenny is not allowed to take a look, the lord is always at ease.

Jenny unbuttoned Claes' coat, revealing the man's chest. The knights frowned at the scars on his chest that crisscrossed him from the torture. Especially Gino, the young knight's eyes, he didn't know what he remembered, and the nameless karmic fire burned in his eyes. Bismal gave him a worried look and tapped his disciple on the shoulder twice.

Gino didn't say anything, just bowed his head and was silent.

"Robert, bring me my scissors and get some hot water."

"Okay, Mom."

Jenny took the scissors and cut Claes' clothes open. His back was also miserable, and Jenny took a towel, dipped it in some hot water, and gently wiped it for the poor man.

"Sir, Lord Claes is very seriously injured, and it may take a long time to recuperate. But fortunately, they are all skin injuries and are not life-threatening. ”

"I see, then I'll trouble you during this time."

"This qiē is what I should do. Poor Lord Claes, how did he get beaten like this?"

Speechless, Cynroth picked up Ellie and turned to leave. But this was, and there was a faint murmur from behind him.

"My lord, I'm sorry I didn't finish it"

"I'm the one who says I'm sorry, Claes. In the name of the Father, this time the matter will not be settled like this. If you cultivate well first, you will definitely not be so light. ”

"I'm sorry, adult"

Is it a dream talk?

Sinloth's mood was even heavier, and he took one last look at the groggy Claes, and without saying much, he pulled Ellie out of the room

In the past few days, compared to the knights, Xinluos, as the leader, is actually more tired. His physique is really too poor. Although now I can't wait to lie down in bed immediately and sleep him for a few days and nights. But Sinloth understands that now is not the time to rest.

He motioned for his daughter to go back to her room to rest, and then sat down on the lord's throne, rubbed her red eyes, and asked the red-haired girl in front of him in a maid's costume, "So, you are the representative of the Vikings?" ”

What the hell are the Vikings doing, and why are the representatives sent to negotiate wearing maid outfits?

Name: Charlie Orlando

Strength: 11, Constitution: 15, Agility: 11, Intelligence: 9, Will: 15

Traits: Bloodstained Charlie, Berserker, Viking, Wounded, Brutal, Crimson (??? ）

Bloodstained Charlie: At a young age, she made a name for herself among the brutal and aggressive Vikings.

Berserker: When you fight, you forget jì a qiē, a crazy killer.

Vikings: The real Vikings.

Injury: This person is seriously injured, but fortunately, even the most painful wound will be healed by time.

Judging by these attributes and traits, it may really be a representative of the Vikings. But should we say that the afterlife is terrifying? Judging by her age, although she doesn't know what kind of cultivation her anger has reached, just looking at this attribute, she will definitely be a strong person in the future.

It's just that she looks so full of energy, where does she seem to be seriously injured?

"Deputy? You can say that. Strictly speaking, I'm actually the patriarch. ”

Patriarch? So young?

"Ditohart!"

"Lord Sinloth, I'm here." Ditohart agreed, and stood beside him from behind Sinloth. After winning the duel before the gods, Ditohardt's attitude became more and more submissive.

"What's going on, explain."

"Yes, my lord, that's right"

After the defeat and death of the Admiral, the joy of the victory over the old enemy, instigated by some, drew the whole of Norman into a certain frenzy. The big tribe annexed the small tribe, and several small tribes joined forces to attack the big tribe, and the boundless chaos befell the Norman land, and countless warriors and civilians fell to their hometown in the ice and snow. But in the hearts of these wild men, they were all inspired by a crazy thought. Unwilling to stop the tomahawk in his hand, he still continued to fight with his compatriots.

Establishment of the Norman Empire.

The relationship between the Vikings and the Normans was neither good nor bad. Although there are occasional conflicts in normal times, everyone is still rational and relatively restrained. But now, the Normans have gone mad.

Even the brave Vikings were defeated in the face of the tide of Normans. As a last resort, a smaller group of Vikings left where their ancestors had lived and came to the territory of the empire.

"I used to do business with Miss Charlie's father, Sigmut, a few times, and he was really a proud man, but unfortunately, his opponent was too strong, and he asked me before he died, hoping that I could be a middleman and find a way out for their group. Even if it's a mercenary, I didn't expect Miss Xia Li to be in such a hurry and come in person. ”

I see, so it makes sense.

As for how much Dytohart received from the previous patriarch in it, that was not what the lord wanted to care about. He rubbed his head, and according to the conditions he had thought before, he said impatiently: "Hand over a sufficient amount of hostages; surrender of weapons; After the dispersal, the leaders who scattered and lived and accepted the people I appointed were right, and the converts, if these are acceptable, then you can stay. ”

Vikings are dangerous, especially an entire Viking tribe. Putting them on your own territory is simply playing with fire**. However, the situation of Xia Li's tribe is different, in the previous bitter battle with the Normans, the youth of their tribe has been completely damaged. The rest are some old and weak women and children. It was because of this that Sinlos was able to allow them to stay in Desmond.

The Vikings were strong, not only because of their brutal racial character, but also because they were more or less skilled in blacksmithing. Good equipment can greatly increase the chances of surviving on the brutal battlefield. And the Vikings, who can live until old age, must have their own merits. Or martial arts, or blacksmith skills.

And these are what Sinloth desperately needs.

Xia Li's face turned red, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she jumped up and roared, "You! How could I agree to such conditions! ”

Such conditions are indeed too harsh. If it really comes according to Sinloth's conditions, then their branch, even if they survive, will no longer be Vikings.

"Quiet."

Bismarck, who had been standing behind her and looking at her warily, stretched out his right hand and gently slapped her shoulder a few times at a certain frequency. Xia Li's face turned pale, and the bones in her abdomen that were finally connected seemed to be about to break again, she glared at Bismal and sat back helplessly.

"Why, don't agree?"

Xia Li bit her lower lip to death, and there were dozens of lives in her hands. For this girl, sure enough, she still prefers to use a tomahawk for negotiations. She racked her brains to recall the limit given to her by the elders: "In this case, even if it is a conversion, it is helpless, Odin will forgive us, our people can be dispersed, but at least fifty people must be together." I'll just stay as hostages. But weapons, we will never hand them over! ”

It's true. Compared with survival, the first thing to be given up is faith. Xia Li's reaction was not unexpected by the lord, after all, her own conditions were indeed excessive. But

"Fifty people? Too much. I will allow a maximum of twenty of you. As for the weapons, if you don't hand them over, then you can take care of them. Desmond, Vikings are not welcome. ”

"But without weapons, how can we protect ourselves!"

"My knight, and me. will protect the safety of any one of my realms. ”

Xia Li looked at Xinluos's serious deep eyes, and suddenly her heart jumped, such a handsome man could not be seen in the tribe at all.

Ellie's dad is so young and good-looking.

"Uh, then that's it" In a state of confusion, Xia Li agreed in a daze.

Sinloth didn't care either, after all, survival comes first. It's getting colder and colder, and it's about to snow. Xia Li's previous reckless behavior was not without reason. If this matter could not be determined before the snow fell, without Desmond's assistance, they would not know how many people would have died in this northern winter.

"Well, welcome to Desmond."