The royal soldiers looked at Casper in front of them with evil eyes. If they found anything suspicious on Casper, they would immediately cut him into pieces, literally.

But Casper didn't seem worried. He allowed the Vikings to search him, but except for ordinary small meat cleavers, the royal soldiers did not find any weapons. Even for a traveling merchant, this kind of weapon was not found.

There are too few weapons.

"This is the first time I've seen a traveling merchant who doesn't even have a sword." White-shirted Halfdan was amused by this. In this chaotic era, men walking around without any weapons was strange and somewhat inexplicable.

"Because I travel around with the passion to serve customers, even if I encounter bandits and robbers, it is my mission to give them what they need." Kasper smiled and said to Halfdan sincerely.

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Halfdan frowned. He had never seen such a strange person. However, since he did not have any weapons against him, he had no reason to kill the traveling businessman, not to mention that Casper agreed to buy Halfdan.

The price of slaves in Dan's hands is 10% higher than that of ordinary slave traders.

"Take him to select slaves!" Halfdan pointed to the place where the slaves were kept and said to Casper.

Although the Vikings are generally considered to be bloodthirsty, murderous and ruthless, they still abide by the transaction contract and will not easily break the agreed deal, so Casper was taken to a place where slaves were guarded.

Here, dozens of strong North warriors carrying round shields and iron nose helmets were talking to each other. Their voices were high-pitched and rough, full of fearlessness, while on the contrary, squatting at their feet

The Irish prisoners were all dejected, and some women and children even cried softly. When Casper came to them, he looked at them as if they were selecting goods.

"This, this, and this." Casper stuck his thumb on the leather belt around his waist, and tapped the slave he needed with his other hand. As the person he named, he was immediately attracted by North.

The soldiers were roughly pulled out of the crowd, and the Irish prisoners screamed and made a commotion.

"Damn the Vikings." Several injured Irish warriors struggled to stand up and wanted to take back their compatriots, but the guarding Vikings took a step forward.

"Pfft~~." There was only a muffled sound of a sword piercing a person's body, and the sharp Viking iron sword came out of the body. The Irish warrior who was stabbed opened his eyes and looked down, only to see his

He was stabbed in the abdomen, and blood and white, greasy intestines were flowing out of the wound.

"Ping~." The guarding Viking withdrew his sword, and then kicked the Irish warrior who tried to stop him back among the prisoners, which immediately caused a commotion among the prisoners, but this time no one dared

Stand up, the fear of death transcends everything, including sympathy for your fellow man.

There was no wave in Casper's eyes. This kind of thing happens everywhere in this world. The weak are devoured by the strong, and those who do not overestimate their capabilities will disappear from this world without leaving even a wreckage.

"Well, you're here too!" Casper continued to select slaves while walking. Suddenly, he saw a red-haired boy sitting on the ground with his knees in the crowd. He buried his head in his knees.

In the middle, motionless.

The corner of Casper's mouth raised slightly. He stepped over the other slaves and walked up to the red-haired boy. He looked at him condescendingly. Not long ago, they were equal merchants and customers, but now the red-haired boy has become like a commodity.

As a slave, Casper became the chosen guest, such an irony of fate.

"Look, I said the Irish would lose. You lost the bet!" Casper bent down slightly, with a smile on his face, and then put a hand on the top of the red-haired boy's head and his neck.

The red copper necklace he was wearing was exposed from inside his clothes and hung just in front of the young man.

"Huh?" The red-haired boy raised his head in confusion. He stared at a medallion-like necklace in front of him. It was clearly engraved with strange patterns. It was neither the crest of a certain family nor a certain god.

symbol, but this hanging pendant is hanging in the air, swinging gently.

This slight swing was imprinted in the eyes of the red-haired boy. In the left and right eyes, the swinging medallion necklace exuded a strange luster, but those strange lines could be reflected in the boy's mind.

Gathered into a kind of text.

"Your life belongs to the Dark God, and you should feed it with your body."

A simple sentence kept lingering in the red-haired boy's mind, and the boy's eyes changed unconsciously, as if something evil had been injected into it.

"I happened to need a servant, so I chose him." Casper released his hand holding the boy's head and said to the guarding Viking.

Casper spent less than 20 silver coins to buy five slaves, including a red-haired boy.

"Halfdan said that after purchasing the slave, you should go see him immediately." The royal soldiers walked up to Casper and announced to him.

"Of course." Casper smiled slightly, and he led the red-haired boy towards where Halfdan was. At this time, Halfdan was distributing trophies to his soldiers, which was also his duty as a leader.

and rights.

"Wait a minute, why don't you let this slave join the others?" When the royal warrior saw Casper leading the red-haired boy, he immediately stretched out his hand to stop him.

"He is just a squire I just bought, an idiot who knows nothing." Casper smiled and said to the royal personal soldiers.

"Hmm." The royal warrior hesitated for a moment, but when he thought that this was a slave he had just purchased from the captives, he stopped trying. Who would have known that a newly purchased slave would be a threat to Halfdan.

Casper swaggeringly approached Halfdan with the red-haired boy. At this time, Halfdan was picking up a silver bowl from the gold and silverware piled in front of him, and threw it to a man he thought was braver in combat.

The warrior, and after catching the silver bowl, the warrior immediately faced the others and opened his arms to show off his reward, while the other Norse warriors burst into cheers, applauding his bravery and good luck.

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"Traveling merchant, you actually picked such a thin slave?" When Halfdan turned around, he saw the red-haired boy next to Casper and couldn't help but mocked Casper.

"Yes, this is indeed a thin slave, but he will always grow up." Casper said to Halfdan with a smile.

Halfdan laughed heartily, not believing that such a thin slave could grow into a warrior. But at this moment, the red-haired boy said a series of words.

"What did he say?" Halfdan asked in surprise.

Casper turned sideways and scolded the red-haired boy a few times. When he faced Halfdan, he had a somewhat apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry, sir, but it's just the gibberish of a child.'

"Tell me, if the famous White-shirted Halfdan can't even listen to the nonsense of a child, why should I command this army?" White-shirted Halfdan tugged on the animal skin cloak on his body.

He sat on a chair brought by the royal soldiers, leaned back comfortably on the chair, and said to Casper.

"Yes, this young man is very angry that you destroyed his home, and he demands a duel with you." Casper spread his hands helplessly and translated to Halfdan.

"What?" Halfdan was stunned when he heard this, but then he burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Even the other Norse warriors also laughed.

White-shirted Halfdan is not just a commander. It was precisely because of his invincibility in battle when he was young that he was elected as the leader by other Norse people. His fighting skills are also very famous among the Norse people.

"Sir, there is no need to listen to such nonsense. It is just a provocation from a little slave. Even if you refuse, it will not damage the honor of your invincible warrior." Casper's face showed some compliments, but not

I don't know why, but the tune seemed to be strangely high, just enough for the North warriors present to hear it.

"Huh?" Halfdan frowned, and the hand that was stroking his braided beard stopped. Casper's words made him feel a little humiliated. Although it was just a slave's provocation, if he refused in public, then he would be embarrassed.

Wouldn't Fudan's name be stained? North doesn't like leaders who refuse to challenge.

"You don't need to pay attention." The royal soldiers also quickly stepped forward and persuaded Halfdan.

"No, let him come. The famous Halfdan is not afraid of anyone's challenge, whether it is a dragon or a slave. Of course you have to tell him that as long as I pick up the sword and axe, I will show no mercy." Halfdan

Standing up, his burly figure was awe-inspiring, he pointed at the slave red-haired boy behind Casper, and said loudly.

"Oh oh oh~~." No matter when, the Norse people like to duel, especially a famous leader like Halfdan, but it is a pity that the opponent turned out to be a slave.

"I bet he can only hold it three times."

"No, it can be solved in one go."

The Northmen would not miss any gambling opportunity, and they began to place bets on how long it would take for Halfdan to kill this daring slave.

Casper, who was standing aside, showed a panicked look, but there was a strange look in his eyes inadvertently, as if he was not afraid at all that Halfdan would kill his slave, or that his slave would be injured.

The Viking leader.

The red-haired boy wore a slave collar around his neck. He was bare-chested and held an inappropriate sword in his hand. He looked weak as if he would be killed in a moment, but there was a hint of indifference in his eyes.
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