When it comes to Vikings, there is no one who knows them better than the Goths. In the Holy City, the Romans collectively referred to the humans north of the Caucasus Mountains as the Northland Barbarians. For them, there was no difference between the Goths and the Vikings.

But it's been hundreds of years since the Goths moved out of the Northlands, and the Goths have established their own kingdoms, their own languages, and lands.

Once people have a fertile soil, they will want to settle down, which is their nature. When the Roman Empire was first established, the short Romans slaughtered the peoples south of the Caucasus Mountains, but after settling down for hundreds of years, they had to agree that the Goths would establish their own state under their noses, because the Romans had nothing to do with these Northland barbarians, and they had to compromise.

The same thing happened again, but this time with the Goths who had already established a nation south of the Great Heath. The Vikings plundered like the wind, and they would not go to a city like Adrianople, which was walled and strong. They are specifically looking for those rich small towns to start, of course, they couldn't look down on the ash furnace village before, but now it's different, after having Ganquan, the ash furnace village will definitely get a bumper harvest this year. Such a rich and forceless town was a favorite of the Vikings.

"Is it possible for them to spare Ashfurnace Village?" Merlin was a little unwilling, and before the good days had passed, he said that a large group of vicious robbers were coming to rob him, and anyone who heard it was a little unhappy.

"It's not possible," the goblin Erlang crossed his legs with ease, "if no one outside the village knew about Ganquan, it would still be possible, but the Arius Academy sent so many craftsmen to build a monastery here, they would have already reported the matter back to Hippo City, so those hidden pirate spies should have known about the situation in Ashfurnace Village for a long time." ”

"Is there no other way?"

"Of course there is a way, in fact, there is nothing wrong with being a prisoner, as long as you show your skills in making this stone mill and waterwheel, those northern barbarians will not treat you badly. I've heard that they treat skilled craftsmen very favorably. There is also a beautiful little maid to warm the bed. The old goblin smiled very obscenely, "Well, as long as you have the ability, you won't suffer anywhere." Otherwise, how about you do my land, I don't think it's interesting for you as a lord to do it, and the king of Celis won't want to see you anyway. ”

"Is it also a sin to live a good life?" Merlin sighed.

"No one else has a good life, and you can't live a good life alone. The goblin rolled his eyes, and he still didn't give up, "What's the matter, my old man still has a craft that has not been passed on." ”

Reasoning with Vikings doesn't work at all, or what Yoda said is the same way, but whether in his previous life or in Adrianople, Merlin didn't want to live like mud in this world. Many people may not have seen real Vikings, but they must have heard their stories, which were used to scare crying children, and to tell them the kind that scared them to cry again.

What kind of world is this, poverty is justified, and harvest is sinful. Should he have chosen twenty slave warriors when he was in Adrianople? Merlin didn't regret it. He looked up at the knights sweating in the scorching sun, if only they were all silver knights. One Silver Knight is equivalent to ten Black Iron Knights, and if there are nine Silver Knights in Ashrod Village, those Vikings must have run as far as they can.

There are still three months to go, and there are still three months to go between now and the autumn harvest. Merlin slowly sat up from his wicker chair and walked slowly towards the monastery site.

"Take the manuscript back," Merlin threw the Last Judgment and his manuscript into Augustine's arms, "I've taught you for so long, and you've learned pretty much as well." ”

"No, Your Highness. Augustine could not have written such a beautiful tadpole text. The elder of the Arius Academy was anxious, "Dear Highness Merlin, you can't do this, there is something to discuss. Although the legacy of the Bumblebee Knight may not become stronger until the time of the Golden Knight, Lord Santomas, he will definitely find a way. ”

"I'm not because of the Knight's Legacy, you should know why, right?" Merlin frowned and paused for a moment, "You all know the Vikings are coming, right, no one remembers to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Augustine said, spreading his hands, "Is it strange that the Vikings are like the north wind on the Great Wasteland, visiting here on time every winter?"

"Won't they rob monasteries?"

"Who doesn't know that there is a holy knight in Hippo City, and they are also worried that Lord St. Thomas will go to the Great Wasteland to play drunken madness if he is not in a good mood. ”

Well, we all know that bullying has no backstage. When you see a backstage, you walk around. Merlin muttered to himself, "Then you can only let those Vikings come and rob?"

"All they want is grain and gold, and of course cattle and sheep will not spare them. However, it usually does not hurt. Just let them take the things, and they'll be fine. ”

"Why should I give them the crops I grow and the cattle and sheep I raise with my ability?" Merlin felt a powerful aura in his chest surging outward.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. Under the starry sky, it is nothing more than the law of the jungle. Even the Holy Father turned a blind eye to the crimes of the Vikings, and it seemed that he had to rely on himself to survive in Ashburn Mountain.

"Your Highness, here is a gift from the Saints," Augustine pulled out a gray-black terracotta figurine and spread his hands in front of Merlin. "It's a dirt puppet, and there's no better way to use them to mine stone. ”

Augustine threw the gray-black terracotta figurines in his hand to the ground, only to see that the terracotta figurines grew when they saw the wind, and before they fell to the ground, they had become more than three meters high and two meters wide. When it fell to the ground, it was as light as a ball of cotton, and there must have been no sound.

Smack, Augustine snapped his fingers with both fingers. The puppet that fell to the ground circled around the elders of the Arians Academy, and said in a loud voice, "Master, 9527 obeys your call. ”

"From this day forward, you will obey the orders of His Highness Merlin. Augustine shoved a miniature version of the ash golem into Merlin's palm. "From today onwards, he is yours. ”