Orlan saw Malmu lying on the bed weakly, resting with his eyes closed.

The maid was holding the baby in her arms and putting the child to sleep.

Miel and Karin are both guarding Malm.

Reyna is in the corner, sewing gifts for the baby.

"Your Excellency!"

Everyone stood up and saluted, Oran nodded, and let them out.

Then he personally picked up the child sent by the servant.

This child is fat, his face is round, and there is a milky smell on his body.

Even counting the memories of his life, this is the first time he has been a father.

The feeling of such a new life being held in my arms is indescribable.

Orlan didn't want to wake up the weakened Malm.

He already knew that this time it was a difficult birth, and the mother and child were almost killed, and it was Malmu who begged desperately to save the child.

But it also took away her physical strength and health.

Her skin was already very white, and her face was even more bloodless at the moment.

Oran was wrapped in sadness.

Then he carefully touched the soft face of the fat boy.

A wave of fatherly love welled up in my heart.

The child's eyes are like Malm!

The corners of Oran's eyes suddenly moistened.

The servant shouted softly outside, but Orlan simply replied, "Don't come in." ”

He leaned against his wife's bedside, guarding Malm and coaxing the child.

Orlan hummed and grimaced, and finally put the noisy child to sleep.

"I'm going to name you, do you like warriors?

Cedric?

No, the warriors have to charge, it's not good, it will hurt you, give you the name of the wise man......

Atanse?

It's still not good, it may make you too weak, you know, to be the master of the country, you have to be strong, as strong as your father, women, vassals, subjects, soldiers, can not shake you,

Be steadfast,

Be decisive,

What is it called?

Forget it, when your mother wakes up, I'll ask her to give you a nice name. ”

Oran lifted the child up, raised his mouth, and deliberately teased him.

But the child's face was indifferent and did not react, and when Oran's mouth was raised, he almost cried again......

"Don't cry, don't cry, you know, your grandfather hated people to cry the most, and I wasn't allowed to cry when I was a child.

When I was very young, he told me how to be a lord.

When I was five years old, I was taught by an old white-haired monk, who always had a smell in him.

I later learned that every time he came to teach me, he stole ...... from the women of the castle Communication.

At that time, he said to me every day some long sentences that he couldn't write down at all,

And a string of names,

Abraham begat Isaac, and Isaac begat Apog, and Arcob begat ......

I don't want to know who gave birth to whom!

He also forced me to learn Frankish, Latin.

When my teeth didn't grow together, my tongue was about to break due to practicing pronunciation.

After two years, I got a horse and called it a gift.

I slept with him in the stable, and I helped him steal the kitchen fodder and wild vegetables.

I tried to ride it, but I killed it and cried for a long time.

for I bent down unto my servant, and pleaded with him.

Almost even the servants were hanged!

The lord must not be soft-hearted, and he must not surrender his status, this is the concept that your grandfather kept instilling in me.

I finally remembered.

Later, an old nobleman appeared, who was a relative of my mother's line, that is, the elder of your grandmother.

Your grandmother was a minor Frankish nobleman, who followed your grandfather to England and never returned,

You're lucky to have a mother, but I don't.

This old nobleman is your grandmother's uncle?

He was from the Franks, and he always boasted to me that he was blessed by 'Charlemagne' when he was born.

Do you know who he is?

Emperor of the Romans!

In his time, people who studied Frankish heard a saying,

'If Frank is your friend, you must not be his neighbor',

Isn't it majestic?

From the Mediterranean to the North, all believers in God must submit to Him!

Your father will be so great one day.

I'm going to give the Viking ...... cough

I'm going to get along with friendly Vikings,

Where the sun shines, I will be honored in the future.

And you are my heir.

I will marry you a princess or a princess, and then you will give me grandchildren, and the grandsons will give me great-grandchildren......"

As a first-time father, Oran hugged this fat white boy, and the more he talked, his mouth became drier and drier.

But I didn't feel bored, as long as this kid gave a look, or responded with his mouth open,

Oran has the motivation to keep talking.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Malmu had woken up at some point.

Malm didn't speak, just looked at Orlan quietly.

It was the first time she had seen Oran so lively.

Like a child.

Oran took his son to her.

The child disliked Oran, but when he was held by his mother, he made a pleasant sound and his face was dimple.

Oran looked at his wife, not knowing what to say,

And Malm said, "This is ...... Child, our ......"

"Don't talk, you're too tired."

Oran leaned back on the bed, took Malmu into his arms, and watched his son with his wife.

Malm's tears flowed incessantly, and his clothes and quilts were wet.

Oran was suddenly annoyed, he shouldn't have killed King Ella so cruelly!

Whether Ella is her father or not, that's the man who raised her for twenty years!

At this moment, even if he was beaten with iron, Orlan couldn't be ruthless.

Can......

"Don't hurt your sister...... Brother, and ...... Good no good. ”

The child's cheek was touched by the mother's tears, and she began to cry.

"They...... It's good, it's good, I'll find a good husband for Mia......"

Malmu let out a "hmm", his body was so tired and tired, and he began to fall asleep again.

Oran accompanied him like this, humming a soft ballad, and hugged his wife and child tighter.

……

That night, Orlan walked out of the room.

Because of the riders outside the house, there was another emergency military situation.

"Who's?"

"To the north, the Irish Vikings knew that we had captured Uba, and sent a fleet ashore, led by Chris, who was said to be the son of Yinvar, and they also seized a village."

"What do you want?"

"You have to let them go, or they will come to visit us endlessly."

"Your Excellency, this is a letter from King Lionheart."

Before Orlan could finish his order, another rider came.

Orlan has instructed that as long as it is military information, no matter what time and place, it must be sent to himself.

The rider had actually arrived three hours earlier, but he didn't dare to disturb Oran, so he had to wait for him to come out of the room.

"I'm tired, Southamp, you come to read."

After opening it, Southamp took a quick look, "Lionheart is going to put the two Viking leaders on trial, and if we don't hand them over, he'll come to King's Landing himself." ”

"Listen, let's ...... first"

The manor soon became the hall of Oran again, and in the morning, when the business was done, a new rider came to give an announcement.

"Your Excellency, Alfred's men are here again, and they want to borrow from us, and they want to counterattack and retake the towns around London."

"Your Excellency, the Scottish side ......"

"Your Excellency, the territory has been invaded by a small group of Vikings, what are we going to do?"

"Your Excellency, three of the Guild Merchants were killed in Mercia, and all their goods were looted."

"Your Excellency......"

Orlan took a deep breath, the lord should not be weak.

Ella damn it, Vikings will perish, I'll fuck it!