Rebirth of the Viking King

After passing through the village, Loki came to the west of the village. If there was one person in Hanshui Village who he felt most sorry for at this time, there was no doubt that this person was Sanji's father.

——Gol Marash.

It happened that an innocent person was whipped by a lord (at least on the surface he seemed innocent), and he would never return to Storm's End. Although Duke Bernard sent his confidants many times to persuade him to stay, Gore's temper was as stubborn as the hammer in his hand.

He was hung on the cross and tortured for three full days by Lord Bernard, and was beaten until there was almost no intact skin on his body.

But he didn't utter a word for mercy, or even a cry.

Jerome healed his wounds, and he never set foot in Storm's End again. Even moving to Hanshui Village was completed by sending his apprentices.

The old store plaque of "Quenching Marash" is now nailed crookedly in a temporary shed with drafts on all sides. There are several high-temperature furnaces set up in the work shed, which Gore built temporarily within a month.

The small Kajong in Hanshui Village could not accommodate his stove, inkstone and other blacksmithing equipment. For this reason, he could only instruct his brothers to temporarily cut trees and prune a work shed and work in the open air.

"Quick! Throw the broken iron in! Maintain our established furnace temperature, and this batch of weapons will be as beautiful as the last batch!"

Mr. Marash's bare arms were covered with various scars. But the Viking's strong physique, with the blessing of Jerome's holy light spell, allowed him to recover within a week. What he was smelting at this time was the scrap iron that Loki salvaged from the Sleeping City.

After pulling this thing from the bottom of the sea to the surface, Mr. Hummel opened it and found that it was just a pile of broken weapons that looked like glass.

Blood Pigeon Town, where the family has a big business, doesn't need this thing at all, and even moving back is too tiring. Therefore, all this pile of pig iron was left to Loki. It was not until Mr. Marashi threw this inconspicuous metal into the furnace that everyone in Hanshui Village discovered the extraordinary properties of these steels.

These black irons are all smelted from the broken weapons in the hands of fallen titans. This material takes into account both rigidity and toughness. The forged axe is hard, sharp and not easy to break.

The well-informed old man Gore immediately discovered the extraordinary qualities of this batch of steel. Processing day and night, nearly a hundred Viking battle axes have been made.

"Brother Gore, are you tired? Take a rest!"

After Quenching Marash moved Hanshui Village, Loki completed his first feat as a lord. The barren Hanshui Village has never opened a shop as "high-end" as the blacksmith shop. When Father Loki was in office, villagers who wanted to get an ax had to walk dozens of miles to Blood Pigeon Town to get it.

Not at all now.

"Brother Loki, this batch of steel is amazing! I heard that you got it from a 'relic' somewhere?" Old Gore wiped his sweat, picked up the kettle next to him and took a sip. .

"Shhh" Loki made a silent gesture. After all, the less people knew about the Sunken City, the better. The stone statue of the Bloody Creator is in his bedroom. The origin has not been told in detail to other people in the village.

"I know, keep it a secret!" Old Man Gore put his arm around Loki's shoulders intimately, "I just want to say that you will take me out with you next time you go to sea. You can stay on this desolate island all day long. I’m almost sick from holding it back!”

"Brother Gore, how old are you! Can you still pick up an ax and kill someone?"

"Haha! Still old?!"

"I gave birth to Sanji when I was twelve years old. In fact, I'm not much older than that insignificant thing! Don't look at him holding a piece of wood to buckle it all day long. I am completely different from him! Look at me. Arms, look at my legs and feet!”

With a "crack" sound, he jumped onto the thick arms and long legs exposed on the iron inkstone. The skin was covered with gouges, all caused by Duke Bernard's whips and iron rods.

Loki couldn't bear to watch anymore. He had already heard from Sanji that his father had a restless heart. Now it seems that I am afraid that my words are a little restrained.

"Brother Gore, okay, come down first and don't duck your waist."

"You two, father and son, have already proven your loyalty to the village. If you want to go to sea next time, I will take you there!" Loki promised, and then exited the blacksmith shop with satisfaction.

Ever since the sound of forging could be heard in the village every day, he always subconsciously wanted to take a look. This feeling was like buying a new Audi car in his previous life.

Hanshui Village has taken another big step forward.

After coming out of the blacksmith shop, the next stop is the kitchen area on the first floor of the castle. After digging out the coins from the seabed, Loki used the silver to buy enough meat and ale. For the first time, the villagers of Hanshui Village experienced the winter of having bread, barbecue and ale every day.

The cajon in the village is filled with bursts of laughter every day.

Busy in the kitchen is a woman snatched from a Slavic village last month. After being transported back to the village, these looted trophies were handed over to the chief steward "Venzov" for distribution and care.

Unlike other villages, Hanshui Village never treats these outsiders as slaves. On the one hand, it is Loki's insistence, but on the other hand,

The population of Hanshui Village is really too small.

Only by uniting every living person in the village as much as possible can they quickly replenish the combat power lost in the war.

There was no doubt that life in the cold water was much better than they had been in the Slavic wilderness. These women quickly learned the Viking language and actively participated in the daily life of the village.

Especially when they were assigned to the monks who came from Lindisfar Monastery. In recent days, the faces of several Slavic girls have been flushed and their spirits are extremely excited.

(Haha, I eat and drink well every day, sleep in warm Cajun, and have a pink virgin boyfriend. If it were me, I would be so happy that I would fly)

"What are you eating today?" He walked to the stove, stretched out his hand and lightly ordered the soup in the pot. When the soup entered his mouth, he almost shed tears.

twenty years

Twenty years later, my village can finally afford spices! These powders, which were as cheap as dust in the previous life, are extremely expensive in this life! At this time in the Western Continent, "pepper", an extremely common seasoning, was sold in "grams" just like tea.

"Back to the village chief, today I made ginger potato soup, oatmeal bread, and baked three blue sheep weighing 30 kilograms."

The person in charge of cooking is Favna, the wife of the housekeeper Wenzov. As a Slav, she worked quite harmoniously with her Slavic sisters.

"Bake three more handfuls! Today we have guests from the next door town of Blood Pigeon. We were able to fish out a whole box of silver coins from the bottom of the sea, all thanks to the efforts of others!"

"That's all. We can't lose face when we eat. Don't forget to bring two more barrels of ale out from the cellar."

With the more than a thousand gold coins snatched from Lindisfar Monastery, Loki didn't have to worry about the accounts at all. Three blue sheep marinated in plenty of oregano, sage and rosemary filled the room with their rich aroma.

In this poor medieval era, this was the taste of the wealthy class.

At the door of the kitchen, a dozen little guys were huddled together and peeking into the kitchen. Loki pulled out his pocket knife and gently cut off a leg of lamb with crispy skin for the children to take.

In appearance, there was not much difference between Slavic children and Viking children. The world of children is innocent. There is no class concept in Hanshui Village. The children have become like a family after playing together for a few days. Seeing Loki appear, they stretched out their little hands to grab the fragrant leg of lamb like a pack of hungry wolves.

"Hey, have you washed your hands?"

A row of white little hands flashed out. With adequate nutrition these days, children's skin has begun to show a healthy glow.

"What did I say when dinner was served?"

"Ladies first," the children replied in a sweet voice while pushing the girls around them over. These rules couldn't be taught when food was scarce, but now that life is prosperous, what should be taught must still be taught.

Snow is falling outside the window, but the fireplace is warm inside. A woman's chuckle came from the kitchen. Loki sat aside and watched the growing child's eyes turn into crescent moons, using his greasy hands to tear off large pieces of barbecue and stuff them into each other's mouths.

At this moment, a trace of pride suddenly rose in his heart.

After many hardships, Hanshui Village finally took the first step towards a well-off life.