Ivar was dressed neatly, his messy hair was deliberately groomed, and the messy stubble on his face was trimmed, and he looked much cleaner, as if he were going to some grand event.

He sat in his chair, this time with no chains holding him back, but Ivar still had a sense of decadence. He was surrounded by guards, and by the window where the sun was setting, there was Corneil.

Corey was in charge of the negotiations, and Cornell was in charge of Ivar, and there was a long corridor between them.

"You're going to be free, Ivar. ”

Cornell said to Ivar, and the man had been trying to hide himself in the shadows, and it was difficult for Cornell standing by the window to see him.

"Freedom?"

Presumably because he hadn't spoken for so long, Ivar's voice was a little stiff.

He looked up at the window beside Cornell, where the seabirds could be seen faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun, and music was already playing in the theater below, and they were transmitted to the room through the heavy stone walls, and the song was slow, a little more gentle under the warm sunset.

"Yes, freedom, you will no longer be imprisoned, you can do whatever you want. ”

Cornell continued.

He shouldn't have said so much to Ivar, but perhaps there was a faint commonality at work, and Cornell was eager to talk to Ivar...... Anything is good, it's like small talk.

Cornell rarely meets someone who is his "equal", he is the heir to the royal family of Garrel, and Ivar in the shadows belongs to the heirs of the Rod Blok family, and they all have the blood of the king in their veins.

"Do you think that's freedom? I'm just bound by something else without Gaulnalo...... No one is free. ”

Ivar's voice was somewhat sad.

"That's at least better than it is now. ”

Cornell didn't understand Ivar's sadness, he just felt that there were not many opportunities, and he might never see Ivar again after today.

"They should have negotiated, Currie and the guy called Haybed. ”

Cornell looked at the time, and it wasn't long before he would escort Ivar away with the guards.

"Hybod?"

Ivar pronounced the familiar name, and for some reason a slight smile welled up on his face.

"Still, I'd like to know one thing, Ivar, Curry has been around before, and I'm not very good at asking questions, so now is a good time. ”

Connell glanced out the window, and a large number of believers had gathered in the theater square, and as Currie said, the wheels of history had rolled and no one was in their way.

He knew all this, so he just glanced at it, and then walked over to Ivar's side.

"What do you want to ask?"

Ivar raised his head, and the moment their eyes met, Cornell involuntarily avoided his gaze.

Obviously, this guy in front of him was a natural deformity, a bargaining chip at the bargaining table, and Ivar was worthless except for the blood he carried, and it stands to reason that Cornell would never be afraid of such a person, but at that moment, it was as if his pupils had been cut by something.

Cornell looked at Ivar warily, as if something violent was hiding beneath his cowardly shell.

"What do you think about doing such a thing for a woman?"

Cornell was curious.

"You are the king's heir, and like me, many things are at your fingertips if you want...... But why would you do such a stupid thing? I'd love to know. ”

This is the last thing Cornell understands, and it can be said that it all started because of Irene's actions, and she successfully tricked Ivar.

"To be honest, I don't believe you'd be stupid enough to believe that woman's words, that is, you know the outcome, or go with her without hesitation, do you?"

It was so strange, it was so strange that Cornell couldn't figure out the reason for it when he learned it was all going so well.

He smelled a hint of conspiracy, which, though faint, was unsettling.

Cornell had also proposed this to Curry, but perhaps Ivar's disguise was too perfect, his decadent appearance deceived everyone, and the darkness from his heart covered him, and even the cunning Curry could only be convinced.

Cornell sensed that an invisible shadow had completely covered himself, Gaulnalo.

Did the Iron Law Bureau trick Ivar, or did he come on purpose?

Cornell couldn't figure it out.

"Reason?"

Ivar smiled rarely, not knowing whether it was self-deprecation, or remembering that short but good time, and the smile on his face was so inconsistent.

"Yes, I'm really going with Erin, I know she's lying to me, I know her purpose, I know all these things......"

Ivar looked confused as he spoke, and as if he didn't know how to explain it to Cornell, he tried to speak, but finally held back.

"And then?"

Cornell asked, but Ivar still hadn't given his reason.

He wasn't afraid of Ivar, who was a choir guard, and Ivar was just a natural deformity, and Cornell didn't think Ivar was much of a threat to him.

And then ...... It's hard for me to explain this to someone like you. Ivar said.

"Someone like me?"

"Yes, people like you, people who bask in the sun. ”

Ivar maintained a disagreeable smile on his face, as if he really wanted to smile at Cornell, but he didn't seem to be very familiar with this expression, causing his smile to be fake.

"I've been in the dark for so long that even a glimmer of light is worth everything, even if it's false...... At least I had it briefly, and that's enough. ”

Ivar spoke something that Cornell didn't understand.

The conversation between the two fell silent for a while, and after a moment of silence, it was Ivar who spoke first.

"You say Haybold has arrived?"

"According to the time, it is like this. ”

"Oh...... I know. ”

Ivar nodded, his gaze out the window, the sun slowly sinking below the sea level, the warm light retreating in the cold of the night.

He was a little reluctant to give up the last light, and said with some sighs.

"I love it here, Gaul Nalo, it's so much warmer than the Vikings, it's full of fertile land instead of solid permafrost. ”

Cornell looked at Ivar with a strange look, from Ivar's point of view, he should have hated Gaulinaro, but judging by his expression, his affection seemed to be sincere.

"My father, Ragnar Rodbroke, the King of the Ice Sea, I think you know him, right. ”

"Well, the warrior of the United Vikings, who would not know his great name?" replied Cornier.

"You know? My father's biggest regret in his life was to become the king of the ice sea. ”

Ivar tells the story of being dusted.

Cornell's expression became serious, believing that Ivar was not lying, but the story was still a little too surprising.

The thing a king regrets most is being a king.

"My father first went to sea alone when he was 16 years old, in the middle of the Viking winter, shivering in the cold wind and not having enough to eat, in order to survive, to keep his relatives from starving, he became a pirate, like many Vikings in life, plundering wealth and food. ”

Everything seems to have returned to the past, and the picture is tinged with the pale yellow of the years.

"He succeeded, and it seemed that the god Odin was protecting him, and he plundered enough supplies to survive the winter...... But the cold winter always returns, and when the second winter hits, someone joins his ranks, and the plundered ships become more and more, and the number of people they need to take care of is more and more......"

Ivar's voice was soft, as if telling an old story.

And so it plundered, year after year, until one day he turned back and was amazed to find that there were countless people behind him, as if he had been in the army.

He wanted more people to live, and to that end, he tried to unite the conflicting nations, and after many years, he did, but then he found that the people he had to care for changed from a few relatives to countless people. ”

Cornell swallowed, it was just a story, but he inexplicably felt a chill emanating from Ivar, like the scent of flowers, and like the cold wind blowing on his face.

"When he became a king, he discovered those cruel truths, why the kingdoms have been fighting, because this cold and barren land can't support so many people, people can only fight, fight, plunder, in order to reduce the population, the so-called devotion to the god Odin, is only to beautify this cruel fact.

Every year in the cold winter, many people still die, more and more, as a king he wants to save his people, but he finds that he can't do it, once he only plundered a merchant ship, enough to feed the whole family, but now? he has to feed countless people in the country, what should he plunder?"

The light was fading inch by inch, darkness was coming, and gradually, in the dim room, Corneel could barely see Ivar's face.

"Yes, plunder is not a solution, and it is not the honor of God Odin that can solve this dilemma, nor the promise of going to Valhalla after death. ”

In the darkness, Ivar's voice became strange, with a disgusting blood, as if for a moment he had transformed into some indescribable monster.

"The solution to this dilemma is war, a victorious and brutal war, which may kill a lot of people, but we may be able to plunder the warm and fertile land, where there will be no more winters, no more deaths, there will be abundant crops, and more people will survive. ”

Under the words of the devil, Cornell understood everything in an instant, but he could not have imagined that the truth was so cruel, nor could he have imagined that Ivar was so crazy and willing to sacrifice himself to this crazy war.

Cornell wanted to shout, but before he could make a sound, Ivar grabbed him by the throat, and his thin arm erupted with incredible power.

"Plunder, plunder, and plunder, until the children of the god Odin are no longer disturbed by the cold wind, until everyone can live happily. ”

The surging waves of air carried a violent energy that shattered the glass, and everyone wailed in pain under the shock, and then the sound of the landslide penetrated into their ears, almost taking everyone's hearing, but in the long aftermath Cognel heard and saw it.

Ivar's expression contorted like a demon, and his voice came to his ears clearly.

"For all this, I am willing to give. ”

The clump of shattering enveloped everyone, crashing back and forth in the dimly lit room, the sweetness of blood mingling with the bitter winter of the north, and began to boil and roar.