"It's reasonable."

Kraft felt that his cousin really had a talent for being a troubadour in a bar, and he remembered the story from William quite clearly, and the details of the sea and the ice fields in the middle were inserted into the story reasonably, as if he really followed William on this ice field trip.

Unfortunately, there was only one listener on the way. If such a story in a tavern that includes the hottest elements of the day, such as sea voyages, exotic customs, and church coercion, and artistically add some content about the primitive impulses of human beings, it will surely make the audience buy him a drink, and it will be no problem to talk about it again and again for a month.

But Cousin Ryan didn't realize this business opportunity for a while, so he took out his water bladder and poured himself a large mouthful of water, and continued to talk.

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In the cold wind, Frank froze in place. In an era when there was no television and no Belgrills, there were probably very few people other than the Ice Plains who knew that humans could defeat the wilderness with their bare hands.

Even many of the Icefields tribes, who had not performed sacrifices for generations, would soon become skeptical about whether anyone would be able to complete the ritual, until a peerless macho man would come out again to restrain their simple faith.

But now there is one man whose face is worse than Frank's, and that is his entourage. Others may think that Frank is going to give up, but he knows Frank, and not talking doesn't necessarily mean going home, and it may be that Frank is really thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

Before he came, Mr. Retinue had already thought about many bad possibilities, such as poor living conditions, extremely unfriendly locals, and how to build a church from scratch. The worst of these is that Frank wants to emulate some of the hardcore ruthless people in the history of the church and build his own church with his own hands—then he can only accompany him to the end.

The reality is far more outrageous than imagined, and if Frank really wants to participate in this ceremony, will he go in person, or will he set off on his behalf? There is no essential difference between the two, it is just that Frank will cut himself after his death, or freeze to death sooner.

"The holy scriptures record that St. John walked barefoot through a hot iron plate without injuring a single bit, and I will be tested by the Lord in order to spread the voice of the Lord." Frank looked up and looked firmly at the stone as a starting point, "So when can we start?" ”

William was stunned, and the sailors who came with him were stunned, and even Bjorn was shocked, and the icemen who were still unloading from the sleigh looked confused, they didn't understand Norse and didn't know what was going on here.

Before William could react, Bjorn quickly restrained his casual smile, took off his fur hood, and looked at Frank with a serious attitude. After receiving an equally determined look from Frank, he slowed down his speech, as if he was afraid that Frank would not be able to hear clearly, and said word by word in clear Norse language, "This is not a joke. ”

Frank nodded.

William next to him could clearly distinguish the respectful and serious expression that Björn had never seen before from Björn's face covered in mineral dye, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak. He straightened his beard and reached for the single-edged axe he was carrying behind his back with his left hand, and William almost thought he was going to sacrifice Frank's blood to the stone god with the axe.

But Björn didn't go for the handle of the axe. The notched blade of the axe sliced open his palm, and blood dripped from his palm, and he didn't realize it. He raised his bloody hands, opened his arms, and shouted to the mountains in the distance: "Herges! ”

The surrounding Ice Plains people understood, and an indescribable expression appeared on their faces, and they did not hesitate to drop what they were holding, not even noticing that the barrel had not been fixed and rolled away.

"Heleges!" All the iceborne present let out a deafening roar together. A loud voice called open every door of the settlement, and the Ice Plains people dressed in different fur coats, both men and women, young and old, put down what they were doing and walked towards this side, quickly forming a huge semicircle around them.

One of the Ice Plains, who was as tall as Bjorn, reached out to push through the crowd and make way for the old man behind him, who was half a head taller than him. William knew them, one was Björn's father, the leader of the entire tribe. And the old man with gray hair was the old priest of the tribe, the man who stood here thirty years ago.

The priest walked slowly up to Frank, who was surrounded by a crowd, and didn't say anything or question his half-shorter stature, but drew a stone knife from the rough fur clothes that were about the same as the other Ice Plains people.

Like Björn, the stone knife slashed through the palm of his left hand. The wound was deep, but only a small amount of dark, viscous blood oozed from the wound. The old priest stretched out his hand, smeared a black-red stain of oil paint on Frank's face, which was holding on to prevent him from falling, and turned his head to look at Bjorn.

"The old priest recognized your courage, and we informed the mountains of your arrival. Peel off everything under the stones, and you're ready to go. Fearing that Frank would not be upset, he added, "The warriors in charge of witnessing the ceremony will be chosen immediately, and whether you succeed or fail, you don't need to worry about your reputation." ”

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"Ah, this ......," Kraft was completely speechless, "so the snow field will not collect the corpse?" ”

"I have to say, he's really a real man." Ryan laughed a little gloatingly, "But you guessed it wrong, the next day William and the others went to look for this guy and found that he wasn't actually dead." ”

"Huh?!"

Not only did they not die, but they found the unconscious Frank in the snow a full five kilometers from the stone. When he found him, he looked like he had lost a lot of weight, and his body temperature was so high that his hands were hot, as if he had burned all the fat in his body overnight. Ryan touched his face, his face was a little rounded, it was hard to imagine what would have happened to him, "Anyway, he survived so unexpectedly, and among the few Ice Plains warriors who were in charge of witnessing was Bjorn, who laughed at his god and didn't stop them. ”

"I declare this the biggest failure in this story, when you are boiling lard? Throw it into the pot and it shrinks. ”

"But it's true." Ryan shrugged his shoulders in disdain for his lonely cousin.

Now Kraft was not convinced: "Are you afraid that if you didn't listen to William when he was drunk, can there be evidence?" ”

"Really, don't you think the name Frank sounds familiar? Do you think about who is called Frank at Wendenport College? ”

"That Professor Frank at the seminary? It's impossible, the wrinkles on his face are going to droop, let alone sixty years old, right? "Kraft did know about this man, and Mr. Anderson is said to have had a bad relationship with him. When he was in the academy, this person relied on the power of the seminary, and he was born to get along, so he didn't squeeze out Anderson, who liked to engage in abnormal phenomenon research.

This man didn't like people from outside the academy to step through the gates, especially the uncultured "country aristocracy" like the Wood family, and Ryan and Kraft sometimes had to be careful to avoid him when they went to deliver letters to Anderson's acquaintances.

Ryan let out a hiccup laugh, "I only found out about William's black history after inviting three bottles of wine, and Mr. Anderson doesn't necessarily know about it. His skin is not wrinkles at all, but his skin is too long after becoming dry and thin, otherwise do you think he can still have golden hair at a great age? ”

"Alright, it's almost time for Wendengang, you can find a seminary student and ask Frank when he came to the college. I guess he didn't dare to go back after he became ugly, so he stayed in Wendeng Harbor. ”

Thanks to the good weather, the two of them were much faster than they came. By the time the story was completed intermittently over the course of more than two days, some vague buildings could already be seen in front of me, far larger than the villages and towns that had rested in the past two days. A slender building that stands out is the bell tower of the college, which was built at the expense of the church and is naturally located on the site of the seminary.

The wind with a slight fishy smell and the slightly trembling bells. Kraft knew that they were back in one of the few cities in the northern part of the kingdom, the port of Wenden.