I can't remember the memories before I was three years old.

On his fifth birthday, my father told me that he had invited the most learned priest in the area.

Soon I will learn noble Frankish, Latin, and theology......

The priest said, "Praise the Lord, that your writing is as neat and beautiful as it is measured with a ruler."

You are the wisest child I have ever met, and if not the heir to the baron, you will be a scholar and even a great priest in the future. ”

Every time I was complimented, my father always happily rubbed and kissed my face with his thick face full of stubble and mouth full of wine.

Being a scholar and a clergyman used to be one of my childhood goals, but then I abandoned this dream of comfort......

When I was seven years old, I got a foal.

Even though I got countless horses in the future, some from the Franks and some from Ross, none of them were as impressive as this foal.

It is called "Gift", and it is said that it has the blood of war horses from the oriental grasslands.

Maybe it's the proud blood of his father, the bones that flow with gifts, or maybe it's that he has seen someone mutilate his mother.

In short, whoever feeds it must only put the food down, not approach, otherwise it will not eat a bite.

My father asked me to domesticate the gift, and I spent a lot of time and even came up with the idea of sleeping with him in a stable full of mosquitoes to increase trust.

But its eyes never made me feel that it accepted me as a master.

I am not convinced, in the realm ruled by my father, if my father is "God", then I am "the Son of God".

No one can refuse me!

So, on the fifty-eighth day of my husbandry, I forcibly rode on the head of the gift.

Even though I had servants and horse breeders to watch over me, no one would have thought that this foal would throw me off my back.

My cracked back made me cry in pain.

I was hurt by the gift, but my first thought was that I was afraid that the gift would be beaten.

I begged the horse breeders and servants, and even to learn the flattering tone of the lords to the nobles, and to keep them secret.

I didn't think about it, this became the fuse of the death of the gift!

When my father's eyes heard my "inferior words", I was called to my father.

The first time I saw my father so angry, no matter how I played with his beard or secretly let go of the prey he had brought back, my father never beat and scolded me.

He would just say, "Grow up well, and in the future, when I see your mother, I can talk to her." ”

The two servants trembled and knelt before me, or rather the father on the lord's seat.

"You were born to be the ruler of this land, and you cannot allow your authority to be challenged."

After my father finished telling me, the servant was hung for two days, without giving a drop of water, and the gift of his violent character was also killed in front of me!

For the first time, when I was crying, my father did not comfort me, did not listen to me, but turned away.

"What are you crying about, even if the Vikings' sword falls in front of you, don't blink your eyes."

My father's indifferent back, the gift that no longer moves, I understand from this moment,

"If you don't have the ability to get others to obey you, then you can only submit to their commands."

I've grown up!

Even now, I picked up a knight's sword and wielded it with great difficulty.

Fifteen days after the gift is gone.

Equestrian, fencing, bow hunting...... These military skills were taught to me by an old landless nobleman in the south with rich qualifications.

He came from the "Franconians", which was the most powerful country in the South.

Some clergy called it "Western Rome".

I had heard from a knight who had come to visit my father that the old nobles had been confiscated by the monarch for "plotting a rebellion."

These four words are complicated, I peeked at the servants and they didn't understand,

When the family priest was asked, they would only clasp the cross in their hands and say, "All glory be to the Lord, and peace be there in the world." ”

When I asked my father, he said, "People don't know their situation and want to challenge authority. ”

I asked the old nobleman, and he took the wine he had stolen from the kitchen, and said,

"If you lose, it's a rebellion, and if you win, you're the truth!"

He also said, "Only by mastering the force can you rule these people well, and even achieve lofty goals." ”

"But the priest said that the power of words is far sharper than the sword." I retort.

"Fart, let your priest cut bread for you with 'words', and let the dogma fill the shriveled finances of your territory."

"It's true, the priest said that the angel of God rose from the dead after being crucified for seven days."

"Enough, no matter what I say, you have to refute it, shut up."

"Teacher, why rebel? I've heard that your estate used to have hundreds of people. ”

"If I follow the wrong person, if I choose the right one, my territory will be three times larger than your father's, and at that time, everyone, even the king, will call me 'Your Excellency.'"

This old aristocrat, who had a little blood relationship with me, only taught me four months, but everything was of my life.

For example, when you kill someone, you have to look the other person in the eye to find out the key point.

When you have the opportunity to bully more and less, don't be polite, honor is worthless compared to death.

One more thing that impressed me was that the old aristocracy was particularly fond of the opposite sex.

Fat and thin do not refuse, once when he was sweating profusely, I hid in the bedside cabinet and watched.

I can't think of why people's eyes and voices become like "animals" at this time.

Is it really so happy?

I want to try it too!

When I was eight years old, a group of uninvited guests came, and they had a name - "Viking"!

The hair is yellow, as if it had been ground into powder and sprinkled with gold, and the skin is rough, and it is really difficult to find the parts of the body that are not scarred.

Both men and women have strong arms.

This group of "friendly" guests went ashore.

For the first time, I saw their "long ship crossing the sea", and it was hard to imagine that such a broken ship could pass through the endless waves of the sea.

There was no protection on it, and it was manipulated by manpower and came from far away from the evil sea.

They're here to do business.

Our cattle and sheep, men and women, gold and silverware, domestic dogs, carpets, clothes...... Forced to "sell" in large quantities.

The mud marks on the soldiers' faces are the exchange specialty they left behind - "mud and sand" from the Vikings.

"For Odin!"

"Kill!"

I later found out what they meant by the "trading line" they were shouting.

The people fled, the women screamed, and the men's eyes were filled with anger or fear.

I also went up to the wall to shout, but I was hit in the shoulder by a Viking sling, leaving a long scar.

Later I hid in the castle compartment......

I don't remember clearly, but I became a child slave and had a shoulder injury that left me with a long scar, and I couldn't bear the weight of my shoulder ever since.

Three months of slavery left me malnourished and left my body with a disease.

"If no one redeems you, the next time you rob 'Rome', sell you to those nobles."

I had studied geography and Latin, and I knew that the Vikings said "Rome" was in the southeast.

There were three Romes on land, one in the "City of Rome" on the Far South Peninsula, ruled by clergy, and there was the center of theology, the Land of Light.

The other two Romes, "Western Rome" is another Frankish name, and this man is talking about "Eastern Rome", and the first castle is called "Constantine".

The Vikings often sold the stolen noble boys to the castle, so that the boys lost their chance at revenge forever.

Every day I was afraid that I would be poisoned by the Vikings in my sleep.

Luckily, one day, my father scraped together enough silver to redeem me.

When I was redeeming the hostages, I looked back at the Viking village a few times, and one of them smiled and said, "Why, if you are addicted, then you can also shave your hair, get tattoos, get baptism, and become a great warrior of the 'Lord God Odin'." ”

The Vikings' laughter made my face flush and my little fists clenched.

"I'll erase the word Viking from the map!" I made up my mind.

Since then, I have been wary of anything, living is everything, and I will not allow anyone to try to hurt me again! Don't!

The old aristocracy was right, only to master force! to dominate everything.

In the following years, the Vikings came to rob them, but the scale was not large, and they were all repelled by their fathers.

His father's territory sheltered many homeless people on the island and reclaimed the wasteland, and he became famous and strengthened among the surrounding small nobles.

At first, some aristocrats wanted to marry their daughters to me in exchange for their father's military support.

As I grew older, although I practiced my sword diligently, my body was visibly weakened.

Whenever I think of that year, "100 pounds of silver" can buy my life back,

I'm going to make my life incalculable!

As a result, my love for gold and silver grew, and some priests even said that I would become a "greedy person" who put profit first.

Greed is one of the "seven deadly sins" defined by the Church.

But who made my life-savers not "angels", but "gold and silver".

When I was fifteen years old, a visiting nobleman told my father that I was very handsome, and that I might be a master of seduction, so that I should not be fascinated by it.

When the words reached my ears, the image of the old nobleman and the woman intertwined like snakes awakened my memory.

Thereupon...... Except for gold and silver and force, I began to maneuver among women, I didn't touch them, as long as I showed a little appreciation, wrote a love letter, they were like demons.

It turns out that people's hearts are so simple that they can be manipulated.

On my sixteenth birthday, a month after my father's funeral, I was happily riding a horse.

But the horse suddenly shouted, and then I fell off the horse, and before I got off the horse, my cousin "Thorge. Vijay: "Looks like you touched a horse?"