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The bells jingled, and the people in the castle wept and mourned for their king. The news of the drowning death of the King of Cornwall spread quickly throughout the kingdom, even to people in Mercia, as if it had wings.

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"Treat suffering as the only way to peace. Like you, restore the world to its own appearance instead of imposing your own thoughts on it. I believe you will take care of everything. If I follow you

will.

Then I will live a happy life without any hesitation and move forward with you in the next life.

Amen." The bishop said his last prayers for the King of Cornwall in front of the king's body, asking God to take in his soul.

Princess Rotred was wearing a widow's black veil, holding a linen handkerchief in her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. She was sobbing from time to time, and amidst the solemn singing, she seemed particularly sad and miserable. Isaac looked at Princess Rotred.

I can't help but sigh at the horror of women. Seeing this situation, people may sigh at the deep friendship between their husband and wife.

But who would have known that Princess Rotred had long been looking forward to the death of the King of Cornwall, and even personally participated in the plan at hand. At this time, the ceremony in the church was completed, and the body of the King of Cornwall was put into the

In the sarcophagus, there is a sculpture of the King of Cornwall on the sarcophagus. This was a project that started before the king was alive. The King of Cornwall, wearing a crown and chainmail, is lying flat with a sword, as if he is alive.

"Ping~." The body was put into the sarcophagus. After the coffin was closed, people stepped forward and laid flowers in mourning for the King of Cornwall.

"Isaac, I am very satisfied with your service. You can tell your master that I will fulfill the covenant." Princess Rotred walked up to Isaac when the crowd dispersed.

She and Isaac were the only two people left in the tomb with the king's sarcophagus.

"This is a good thing worthy of celebration by both kingdoms." Isaac breathed a sigh of relief, his mission was finally completed.

"But I'm curious about how you did it. My husband's followers are well-trained. They will not let go of any possible threat, and the lake has always been calm and unruffled." Roth

Before Princess Reed walked out of the tomb, she curiously asked Isaac that there was nothing wrong with the boat at that time, but it sank strangely.

"Maybe it's God's will!" Isaac put his hands in his sleeves and said to Princess Rotrid with the humble smile still on his face.

"Hmph." Princess Rotred pursed her lips. She felt that the seemingly harmless monk in front of her had a cold aura all over his body. It was more terrifying than her husband's body lying in the coffin. For

To cover up her inner fear, she snorted coldly and left the tomb immediately.

"Alas." Isaac sighed. He was originally a pure monk who studied the Lord's benevolent teachings, but how could he do such a sinful thing? He couldn't help scratching his bald head.

Isaac walked to the lit candle in front of the tomb and caught the dripping wax tears with his fingers. The hot candle made him frown slightly in pain, but soon the candle tears on his fingers solidified.

"Who knew that the bottom of the boat was actually sealed with wax oil!" Isaac shook his head and said in a voice as low as a mosquito, as if he was confessing to the King of Cornwall in the coffin.

When the boat reached the middle of the lake, the candle grease on the bottom of the boat began to melt, and eventually it fell apart and drowned the King of Cornwall. All this was a trap designed by Isaac.

"Huh." Isaac pointed at the candle and blew out a breath, immediately blowing out the flame on the candle and plunging the entire tomb into darkness.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly in the port of the Dutch lowlands. Ulf was leading the Dutch courtiers and Norse warriors to board the ship. This time, in addition to the longship he brought from East Hamar, there were also East Frisians.

Earl Lan's longships were lined up on the pier, and the originally peaceful pier was now crowded with people.

"Move the supplies to that ship, there is still enough space there." Vargas stood on the dock, his rough voice echoed throughout the dock, directing people to move the luggage.

"How long until we can set off?" the Earl of East Friesland asked eagerly. He seemed to want to leave the Dutch lowlands.

"Come on, your lady seems to be here." Ulf said to the Earl of East Friesland.

"What, when did you come?" The Count of East Friesland seemed surprised, he looked at Ulf and said.

"It should be here!" Ulf nodded slightly. It seemed that after the countess learned that her husband was defeated and captured, she immediately set off from the land with her children.

"She has arrived." The Earl of East Friesland suddenly saw his wife from behind Ulf. The North wife had her hands on her hips with an angry look on her face, glaring at her husband on the dock.

"Haralsson~~." The wife of the Earl of East Friesland rushed forward, aimed at her husband, and slapped her husband loudly. This slap resounded throughout the pier, and the Earl of East Friesland's cheek was

A clear palm print immediately appeared, and everyone stopped what they were doing in surprise and looked at the Earl of East Friesland.

"No, no, my wife, listen to me." But at this time, the Earl of East Friesland lost his usual arrogance. He covered his cheek and explained to his wife Sif with a low eyebrow, "I definitely don't.

It's careless, I can only say that Lord Ulf is too powerful."

"I have heard what Conrad said, because the other party put an ax on your neck, so you surrendered. Humph, are you still a North warrior?" Sif reluctantly grabbed the ear of the earl.

, scolded him loudly.

"Pfft~~." Ange, who was watching the fun on the side, couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect that the Earl of East Frisland, who was trying to threaten them, was so henpecked.

"No, no, no, that's not the case at all. It's all about Bjorn's name. It was a misunderstanding that almost caused me to fight with his vassals. This was a huge misunderstanding." The Earl of East Friesland rushed towards Wu with all his strength.

Wolf blinked and explained to his wife.

"Ahem, yes, the earl only knew that we should not fight after hearing the name of His Majesty Iron Bone Bjorn." Ulf coughed softly and explained to Sif.

"Iron Bones, it turns out you are people of Iron Bones." When Sif heard Iron Bones' name, her attitude immediately changed 180 degrees. She let go of her hand holding her husband's ears and confirmed to Ulf again and again.

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"That's right, we followed the orders of Bjorn the Iron Bone and went to Britain to support Halfdan the White Shirt's army." Ulf said to Sif.

"So it's like this. It's not a shame to lose to the men of that legendary hero. Hmm, otherwise I will kill you personally without Lord Ulf taking action." Sif snorted coldly and looked at his own

The husband, the Count of East Friesland, was so frightened that he burst into laughter.

"Then I have prepared a sumptuous dinner for you. Please go to the castle to dine!" Ulf was afraid that Sif would continue to cause trouble here, so he quickly asked Ange to send Sif and her children to the castle, while the Earl of East Friesland

He also hurriedly caught up and fawned over his wife.
Chapter completed!