Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 193 - 193 97 Viking People

193: Chapter 97 Viking People 193: Chapter 97 Viking People The Sixth Epoch, year 230, 23 kiloters north of Helensing.

On the coast laid a small fishing village where fishern were returning to shore in their boats one after another.

Seagulls circled overhead, screeching as so Norman fishern tossed little fish up into the air, and the birds would snatch them in flight and soar away.

Occasionally, a few unlucky birds would collide in the scramble for the fish, prompting hearty laughter from the fishern below.

This village had no na; it was simply known as a wilding village.

According to the prevailing feudal laws of the era in the West, territory should belong to its Lord, and all residents on the land had to pay taxes to the Lord.

However, the land known as Heganes was so vast that the Lord’s tax collectors could not oversee every piece of it.

Moreover, with the Normans’ fierce nature, they would go out to sea to fish, and if life beca too hard, they would abandon the village to beco pirates.

When they tired of piracy, they’d find a place to build a house, establish a village, and return to fishing, resulting in a large number of fishing villages dotting the coastline, which were, in effect, in a subtle state of “disconnection” with the Lord.

The tax collector didn’t know about the existence of this village, nor did the villagers know about having a Lord, so this village beca one not officially recorded in the governnt’s registry.

The fishern hauled their small boats aground while the village children cheered and ran towards the fishing boats to look for the biggest and juiciest cod.

Off to the side, a small figure stood by the houses, watching the barefoot children running on the beach with a hint of envy.

But she stood still because she knew the fishern would feel uncomfortable seeing her.

More precisely, they were vaguely apprehensive about her.

That year, Sigrdrifa was nine years old.

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She always felt as if she had forgotten sothing important.

After spending an afternoon on the beach facing the sea breeze, Sigrdrifa finally confird she really couldn’t rember.

Maybe it was just an illusion brought on by oversleeping that morning.

She stood, intending to head ho.

As she walked past the lowest and humblest house in the village, she heard a woman’s shouts and a man’s heavy panting from inside.

Her mother, when working, did not want Sigrdrifa to disturb her.

So Sigrdrifa went into the outside forest to dig for worms to play with.

A mont later, a curse ca from within the house:

“I don’t want your stinking Axe as paynt!

Stork, if you don’t bring enough money next ti, don’t you dare set foot in my door!”

“Ha ha, dear Sally, next ti I’ll make sure to settle both debts.”

The Norman giant, adjusting his trousers and yawning, erged from the house.

Seeing Sigrdrifa outside digging for worms, he couldn’t help but rub her golden head and said:

“Sigrdrifa, go back inside.

Your mom is waiting for you in the house.”

“…You could even be my daughter,” he mumbled reflectively, fastening his belt and walking away.

Sigrdrifa covered her nose and returned ho, only to see a lazy white arm stretching out from an overburdened old bed.

“Go, pick up the Axe by the door and find Elder Wild in the village.

Exchange it for so bread and pickled fish.”

Sigrdrifa picked up the Axe and left ho in Silence.

Sally, Sigrdrifa’s mother, was the village’s only Special professional.

Her clients were mostly passing pirates, but occasionally, village fishern visited her too.

The latter was less frequent—fishern were generally poor and reluctant to spend money on pleasure.

But as ti passed, nearly every fisherman in the village had been involved with Sally in so way.

Eventually, Sally beca pregnant.

No one understood why she had suddenly chosen to carry a child, and they didn’t even know who the baby’s real father was.

As a result, various food and herbs to nourish the pregnancy piled up in front of Sally’s house.

The won in the village were nearly explosive, keeping a tight watch on their husbands to prevent them from sneaking out at night to bring things to Sally.

Thus, little Sigrdrifa was born.

The won of the village despised her and called her a “bastard,” maliciously speculating that her father was so old and ugly, pus-oozing, aged pirate.

The fishern in the village would feel awkward when they saw her, since she might very well carry their own blood, and thus, they could only take extra care of her and try not to talk to her too much, lest they be discovered by their sensitive wives.

Privately, the fishern referred to the young Sigrdrifa as “everyone’s daughter.”

The children, returning full from the fishing boats, threw fresh codfish to their mothers and exchanged them for another piece of fish jerky, almost too frozen and stiff.

Then they started playing pirate gas, pretending the fish jerky was a battle axe, slashing at each other with laughter and mock war cries.

The villagers had a complicated feeling toward pirates; on one hand, they had all been pirates at so point, but on the other hand, they didn’t like the idea of their children becoming pirates as well.

However, the children didn’t care about that; they rely thought pirates were cool, able to sail and drift around at will, chopping down anyone they disliked.

“Today I am a Viking!

et your doom!” one blond big kid said, smashing his fish jerky toward another child.

“Person, you were a Viking just last week!” the surrounding children complained, “It’s ti for others to have a turn!”

“Fine!

Let’s wrestle, Vikings are strong, whoever throws down gets to be the Viking!”

The children imdiately fell silent; the blond Person was the biggest of them all, and most couldn’t beat him.

A brave boy stepped forward.

A few minutes later, he was thrown to the ground by Person, crying out loud.

Person struggled to maintain an imposing stance, arrogantly gazing at the remaining children.

No one spoke.

“Alright, now I’m the Viking, the King of the North Sea!” Person pointed, “Vivica, Selma, now you’re my female slaves, co and serve .”

The two girls pouted, reluctantly stepping forward to massage Person’s shoulders.

“Carlson, Yongberg, you are defeated pirates who have pledged allegiance to out of fear of my Viking identity, now acting as my guards.”

The two boys were overjoyed and imdiately took up their fish jerky, posing as if they were ard with swords.

“The rest of you are just ordinary villagers.

Now pretend to go fish, waiting for to co and plunder!” Person clapped his hands.

And thus, the other children scattered like birds, no one wanting to be caught and beaten by this little Viking pirate.

Person laughed heartily as he watched the children vanish into the distance, then his gaze suddenly fell on Sigrdrifa across the way.

This little girl had delicate, pale blonde hair, smooth and waist-length, her skin so fair it was almost transparent, resembling a fine, fragile porcelain doll, and thus seed exceedingly pitiable.

The children guessed her father must be a noble, otherwise how could she be born such a princess-like beauty.

But whenever this was ntioned, their mothers would scornfully say:

“She’s a mongrel, her father is a puss-oozing old pirate.”

Person felt a bit nervous; he had never spoken to Sigrdrifa before, so he cautiously said:

“Hey, Sigrdrifa, do you want to be my Viking princess fiancée?

I am a mighty Viking, you know.”

The two girls beside him were imdiately shocked, “Person, she’s a mongrel!

Mom says your face will rot off if you play with her!”

Person was sowhat irritated by what the girls said, but Sigrdrifa remained silent, just quietly watching them, which made him feel awkward and annoyed.

Just about to approach and slap her, Person’s eyes caught sight of the axe in her hand.

It was a real axe, although the wooden handle was covered with mold and the blade was pitted, but it was indeed an axe.

Not sothing they could compare with their playful fish jerky.

“Where did you get that axe?” Person asked pretending to be kind.

Sigrdrifa finally spoke:

“Mom gave it to to exchange with the village chief for bread and pickled fish.”

“There’s no need to find the village chief.

I have bread and pickled fish right here.” Person imdiately said, “Give the axe, and I’ll trade you the food.”

Sigrdrifa uttered an “okay,” and passed the axe to him.

Person took the axe and with the back of his hand slapped her to the ground.

The little Sigrdrifa, clutching her cheek, still not understanding what had happened, saw Person grabbing her beautiful long hair, his boot pressing forcefully onto her face as he arrogantly said:

“Listen well, Sigrdrifa!”

“A true Viking never engages in trade or relies on the art of speech!”

“They only seize what they want with their own hands, from the cruel struggle of iron and fire!”