In his distant and barren bitter cold homeland, when the raging waves of the sea should have pushed the broken ice ashore, he remembered that one year it was so cold that the whole bay was frozen, and they could go all the way to the nearest island, when they were winter (much colder than the winter of St. Omier!). You have to try to hunt the cat-infed seals on the islands off the coast. The meat of the seals was unpalatable by their standards, and yet, even he, the chief, sometimes had to deal with a plate of fishy seal meat seasoned with salt, and the only meat available to the poor of the tribe was this seal meat.

Thinking of those poor years, the Duke couldn't help but shudder, the aristocratic life in Neustria, in the eyes of Luo Yi, the time-traveler, was lackluster, but compared to the duke's past, it was already considered rich. So, he and his countrymen, as soon as they had the opportunity, that is, found a place to move, and they migrated out in large numbers, not only in Neusteria, but also in colonies of the northerners across the sea, and even to colder places than their native ones, all because of the pressures of life, for the little land between the fjords could not feed their people.

"Alas, old." The Duke muttered to himself that when he was in high spirits in Neustria and commanding the Neustrians, he did not think much of the past. As a poor teenager, he did not think that the later pirate king's life, despite its rich life, would not come without a price—every attack would always cost him a few men, and his tribe was not a big clan in the first place, several of his brothers and many more cousins had died in the plunder, and one brother had been separated from them in the storm on his ship. His whereabouts have never been heard of since, and it is likely that he has become a scattered dry bone at the bottom of the sea. Although Ulrich's luck was good. Now he is not only a duke recognized by the Neustrians, but also the grandfather of the orthodox king of Neustria, and the in-laws of King St. Omeer. But not every northern pirate who went to a foreign land to make a living had this kind of luck like him, so the Duke of Ulrich had been staring closely at the target in front of him, not thinking much about the unfortunate things of the past, and now, probably suffering some setbacks, and perhaps because of old age, he actually began to recall the past.

He clapped his hands, and a servant stepped forward. After handing him a steaming cup of mead, a delicious golden drink, the duke's mood improved slightly, "Have you brought my eagle?" ”

Despite the bad weather, the Duke wanted to go out hunting, which was not uncommon among the nobles of the time, after all, hunting was one of their few pastimes, and in the case of the Duke of Ulrich, hunting also had the role of training troops - the method of training troops by mass hunting was common in both the East and the West. In China, from the Yellow Emperor to the Qing Emperor, there are records of using hunting methods to train troops. In the kingdoms of Neustria and St. Omere, wild boars and other things from hunting. It also enriched the tables of the nobles and served as military rations, so the Duke of Ulrich, although he lived in St. Omeer, was still keen on hunting.

The steward of Pojet reported to him in a low voice. Scott, the one in charge of the cage, had made another mistake, and he had ordered the others to lock him up. Waiting for the Duke's disposal.

"Scott? Is that Scott? "It was also Scott's good fortune that Duke Ulrich, who had just been reminded of the gloomy snowy day, thought of the souls of those who could not see him as a duke. Thinking of how close a man of his age was to another world, he felt a little pity for this old man, and said, "Lock him up for two days and teach him a lesson." If he is still so confused, tell him to go to his relatives. ”

"Yes, yes." Unexpectedly, the Duke showed mercy, and the steward of Pojett bowed and left, and as he walked towards the house where Old Man Scott was kept, he thought regretfully that Old Man Scott had not become a man hated by the Duke as they had said, and that the Duke still remembered him, and that his plan to get a job as the keeper of the cage for his brother would be put on hold.

However, when he announced the Duke's mercy to the old man Scott, the old man did not show any special joy, and the steward of Pogett lost an opportunity to be proud, and wrote an account to him angrily in his heart: "The Duke's affection is limited, and the next time, he will be angry and order you to be beaten, and then you will be seen!" ”

The young and ingenious housekeeper left with a vicious mind, and the other servants hurriedly admonished Old Man Scott: "The heart of the Potette steward is not wide, and he likes to listen to flattery, so you should compliment him a little, and it will be a little better." ”

"I will only flatter the old master and the young master." Old Scott replied stiffly.

"But it's less...... He is no longer the master, and the old master is surrounded by those nobles, and we have to beg for a living in the hands of these stewards, alas, if you have climbed another branch at that time, with your ability and qualifications, how can you be angry with such people! The servant who had befriended him felt sorry for him, but Old Man Scott shook his head: "Alas, I can't flatter those people, and it is better to ask me to flatter those who sit in the house all day and talk big, so that I will be thrown out!" ”

"Alas, what kind of character do you make? Even the old master, it's not that everything is going well, doesn't he just want to listen to the nonsense of that class of priests? ”

"I understand the truth, but I can't do it, hey, I'm old, where else can I climb? It's better to go all the way to the dark, and see death in the future, and let him know that my old Scott is a good man, and he has never served a playboy who has no ability! ”

"Alas, what ...... you"

When old Scott and his friend were talking, neither he nor the Duke could have imagined that on the coast not far away, a terrible devil's fleet had quietly docked on this snowy day, and the small boats were dropping troops back and forth from the big troop carrier to the shore.

The coast of this area was a marshy land that could not be marched in spring, summer and autumn, so that the valley of the royal house of St. Omier, although not far from the coast, had not been plundered by pirates, but, according to the information previously received by the Neustrians, the frozen swamp could pass through the guò cavalry and infantry in this winter. Therefore, they specially chose to send troops in winter, in order to pass through the trench of Guò and make a surprise attack! (To be continued......)

PS: Old Man Scott's scene can be seen in chapter 220 before asking