Currie walked over to the window and opened the curtains so that the midday sun would not enter the room and light up the darkness slightly.

The light turned his cheeks white, probably hidden in the darkness for too long, and he gave him a sickly feeling, his skin was fair, as if there was no blood flowing under it.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Currie asked the darkness behind him, and he turned around, his movements stiff, and he couldn't stand on his feet for a moment.

"It's time for this thing to be replaced. ”

Currie muttered to himself, and after standing firm, he lifted his coat, only to see the steel spikes hit his legs, mechanically connected to assist Currie in his movements.

"Alas, human beings have never escaped the invasion of time, and I used to think that my feet were a little lame, but within a few years I was completely lame. ”

Currie seemed to be speaking to another person, but as if talking to himself.

"How did it come about, a bomb exploded next to me, shrapnel cut into my thigh, and my chest, and I've been suffering from these diseases ever since, and every year the Iron Law Bureau pays a lot of money to keep me alive. ”

Currie said and stroked his chest again, and under the placket of his coat, there was a hideous scar in it.

There was no reply from any voice in the dark, and the other party seemed to ignore him, or maybe he was just a silent person.

"Talk, Ivar, I'm curious about you Vikings. ”

Currie pulled the curtains open completely, and the blinding sunlight filled the room, and the dust also reflected the men in the depths.

It was a somewhat thin man, his bare skin somewhat similar to Corrie's, probably the same as if it had not been reflected in the sun for too long, showing an eerie whiteness.

He curled up in the corner of the iron bed, wrapped in a blanket over his body, his head bowed, and he breathed deeply, like a silent sculpture.

Ivar Rodbrok.

There were no obvious scars on the man's body, and it seemed that Ivar had not been tortured or beaten in any way, and Ivar looked treated well as a captive hostage, except for the somewhat poor living conditions.

"What are you talking about? There's nothing to talk about. ”

Probably hadn't spoken in a long time, and Ivar's voice was hoarse.

He looked up, his sickly face expressionless, but it was such a wordless expression that made Curry feel a ferocity like a beast, as if he were facing some terrible monster.

"It's funny......"

Currie whispered.

Looking at the embarrassed Ivar, even though he had seen it many times, Currie still felt a slight tremor, it was difficult for him to describe Ivar in the existing words, he was very contradictory and wonderful.

Perhaps because of the blood of the Vikings, even though Ivar was born deformed and extremely cowardly, under the pupils of his eyes, it was as if a furious heart was bound in this fragile body.

Yes, Ivar is the son of the god Odin, the child of the Rod Bullocks, and if he really is a coward, Curry may be disappointed.

"I have just received a letter that the Vikings have sent emissaries to exchange hostages with us...... That means your father agreed to our offer, and in a little while you will leave Gaulnalo and return to the Vikings, which will probably be our last chance to get along, Ivar. ”

Curry sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ivar in the corner, after hearing his words, his eyes obviously wavered slightly, as if he didn't expect the Vikings to really agree to Gaulnalo's proposal, no...... This is not just a proposal, for the Vikings, it is a threat from Gaulinaro.

But they compromised, and in the face of this threat, they actually compromised.

Ivar's eyes constricted, but soon stretched again, and he didn't pay attention to Curry, just held his previous position, sitting quietly in the corner.

"Don't you have anything to say? This is probably your first time out of the realm of the Vikings? Gaul Nalo is much warmer than there, and you don't have to be wrapped in a blanket all the time. ”

Currie is still trying to communicate with Ivar.

Ivar didn't say anything, but grabbed the blanket and wrapped himself tightly.

He looked up at the world outside the window, a beautiful blue with a warm sun falling.

Currie was right, the living conditions here were far better than those of the Vikings, with no cold winds, no extreme cold temperatures, and no endless glaciers.

Sometimes Ivar thinks that the Vikings are a cursed land, where the sea is forever roaring and roaring, the solid and cold land does not produce any crops, and the resources are so scarce that all Vikings have to become pirates in order to survive.

Thinking like this, Ivar looked a little sad.

"I've heard Erin mention you, you're called father by her...... Blood relatives?"

Ivar finally spoke, and he asked, somewhat curious.

"No, I'm a father to a lot of people. The Iron Law Bureau needs the most loyal people. ”

Currie didn't expect Ivar to speak, and although the conversation was a little different from what he thought, it was a good start.

Curry knows very little about the King of the Ice Sea, and although it is said that the Vikings are preparing to unite with Gaulnalo, it is Curry's style to be prepared for everything.

He hoped to get some information from Ivar's mouth, and Curry also thought about torturing Ivar or something, but that would directly eliminate the potential alliance, so he had no choice but to give up.

"A lot of people, Erin is one of them?" asked Ivar.

"Yes, I was born in a terrible environment, and there were a lot of people who were just as bad, and I gave them the ability to live, and they worked for me, and it was a good deal. ”

Currie didn't answer these questions directly, but Ivar could already guess a lot from the aftermath of his words.

"Erin said that you are a madman, and you can easily give up many things for the rise of Gaulnalo, even if it is to sell your soul to the devil. ”

Ivar said calmly.

"Oh, I think I'm a nice guy...... Although I am a bad person to you, I am a true hero to the entire people of Gaulnalo, and with my efforts, Gaulnalo will usher in a greater tomorrow. ”

Currie doesn't like to talk about simple good and evil, which is what only children say, he just has a different position and a different benefit.

"And do you think that woman's words are credible? She handed you over to me, and it feels bad to be deceived, right?"

Currie tried to get to Ivar's heart, slamming into the breach.

Ivar was indifferent and didn't react, and what was even more strange was that after a short period of calm, there was a slight smile on his face.

"You...... Don't you hate her?"

Currie asked, confused.

Ivar shook his head, he seemed to have figured out something, and he was not as vigilant as before, he leaned against the wall and said leisurely.

"If you don't hate, how can I hate her?"

"But she deceived you. ”

"I know. ”

Currie felt that something was wrong, this was probably the first time he had spoken so intimately to Ivar, who had been dealing with Lawrence about Orthodoxy until now.

"You know she lied to you and went along?"

"Hmm. Ivar nodded.

"Why?"

Currie asked, he didn't think Ivar was an idiot, so he must have a reason for doing so.

"Why? I will, that's all. ”

Ivar didn't understand Curry's confusion, and he replied simply.

"I don't understand this kind of thing, like you know it's wrong, but you're willing to do it, just for that fleeting goodness, I know it sounds ridiculous, but that's it, I'm just for the time with her, it doesn't matter if it's real or not. ”

Currie was stunned, a little angry and funny.

"You sound like a fool. ”

"I'm already a fool, or a disgrace to the Vikings," Ivar said, raising his hand, shackles on his slender wrists, obviously terrible, but he didn't look sad, "Someone like me, God Odin won't accept me." ”

"But who cares?"

Ivar said again.

"Humans are creatures that sometimes give up everything they hold on to for something ridiculous. ”

Listening to Ivar's words of "death without repentance", Currie didn't know what to say for a while, so it seemed that Erin might be his best child, and he could trick such an eccentric guy into being like this.

I have no regrets about this death.

"And what are you going to do next? after returning to the Vikings. ”

From the time Ivar was kidnapped, he became a disgrace to the Vikings, not to mention because of him, the Vikings also made concessions, and Curry could easily think of the story after Ivar, and he didn't dare to imagine it.

"I don't have the shame to see my father, and I want to stay here if I can. ”

Ivar said, looking out the window.

"I love it here, even though it's your country, it's warm, there's no wind, there's no winter. ”

It's weird, it's weird, Curry can't guess Ivar's train of thought, he can't figure out what this guy is thinking, he thinks Ivar might be an infatuated lover, but now it seems that he's weird, weird.

The Vikings were remembered as a bunch of hot-blooded madmen who would give their lives for the sake of their souls returning to Valhalla, but Ivar completely shattered his perception of this, and he didn't care about these glory and faith.

"Don't be surprised, they all say that I was a child abandoned by the god Odin, so I was born deformed, and I should have been killed when I was a child, but because of my father's kindness, I, an unfavored child, survived, and I didn't care about any god or glory.

And I think it's stupid to think it's a good thing to die in battle for some weird reason. ”

Ivar said slowly.

"So sometimes I don't blame myself, and if I ever feel guilty, I just think that I have disappointed my father and brother, who love me and protect me as much as possible. ”

"You care a lot about what your father thinks of you?"

Currie deliberately steered the conversation to the King of the Ice Sea, who didn't care about the freak's bad life, he cared about the guy named Ragnar Rodbrock.

"I love my father very much, thanks to him I survived, and sometimes I hate him, and if he kills me, I will have to face this cruel world. ”

Ivar withdrew his hands as he spoke, gently stroking his misshapen feet under the blanket, which were hidden in the darkness.

"What kind of man is he?" asked Currie.

"The chosen Vikings, marauders, warriors, and the favorite warriors of the god Odin. ”

There was a pause in the words, and Ivar spoke again.

"But he was also a poor fellow, my father once told me that the thing he regretted the most was to be the king of the ice sea, and he thought that after the end of the civil war, the Vikings would have a better tomorrow, but many people still starved to death and froze to death every winter.

He was confused. ”

Ivar replied with a smile as he looked at Curry.

It was the first time the two had looked at each other, and until then Ivar had been deliberately dodging his gaze, and now Curry had finally really looked him in the eye.

At this moment, Curry had a strange feeling, he didn't know how to describe it specifically, yes, Ivar is such a person, everything is hidden in the bottom of your heart, you think you understand him, but it seems that he has led him into a misunderstanding.

It was a pair of dark blue eyes, as deep as the silent sea, and his smile seemed so false at this moment, like a mask.

Everyone wears a mask, a different mask, a colorful mask, hiding their essence behind vanity.

"Who did the Vikings send?"

Ivar asked suddenly.

"Hybod, your former guard. Currie replied.

"Is that so?"

Ivar didn't seem surprised by the answer, and he sat up straight, his gaze calm.

"Haybald, that annoying fellow, who always laughs at me for my deformity, once said that I can't return to Valhalla, because I can't even hold a tomahawk, let alone fight.

I am ashamed of the blood of Rod Bullock, I am not a warrior of God Odin at all, I am a disgrace to live, and I am destined to not usher in the so-called heroic death. ”

Probably no one could have imagined that Hybod would say such a thing to Ivar, and judging by the coldness of his tone, it was true.

There is no need for Ivar to lie, combined with Ivar's previous remarks, Curry vaguely felt that Ivar could be betrayed, of course, he would not be so rash, after all, he is also the director of the Iron Law Bureau, and trusting others so easily does not conform to his cunning style.

"Director Currie, that's what I can call you, right?"

Ivar asked again, to which Curry nodded.

"You'll be with me during the exchange, won't you?"

"Hmm. ”

Currie replied in the affirmative.

Ivar didn't say anything more, he still smiled a little sadly, and then looked out the warm window, his expression very downcast, like a terminally ill dying man. 1603466772