Meteors streaked across the sky, and under the same starry sky, there were also people looking up at the sky.

Isaac stood in front of the window in the house. The cold wind poured into the house from the window. The room, which was not warm at first, was now like a cold ice cellar.

Behind him, a young apprentice monk with a St. Peter-style shave was lying on an old wooden table. His right hand held a quill, and an open blank parchment book was placed in front of him.

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The cold made him breathe into the hand holding the pen from time to time, so that the writing hand would not freeze and the handwriting would become illegible. However, what he was most worried about at this time was the half bottle of ink in the corner of the desk.

will be frozen.

"The so-called monarch means to unite the nobles and the people with the will of God, to unite them to resist foreign enemies, and to unite the hearts of the people." Isaac turned back from the window and said calmly to the young apprentice.

The apprentice immediately used his frozen fingers to try his best to write on the parchment, but at the same time his heart was full of doubts, because what Isaac said was completely different from what the church advocated.

"What's wrong?" Isaac asked him as if he saw the apprentice's doubts.

"Lord Isaac, the monarch only temporarily exercises power, and the church is the substitute for God's shepherds, right?" the young apprentice asked curiously.

Isaac glanced at him and knew that as an apprentice he could not understand his own thoughts, but he could not deny this mainstream view.

So, he said to the young apprentice in a serious voice: "You are right, the church leads our souls, what I am talking about now is the secular world, and the two cannot be confused."

The young apprentice nodded, said nothing more, and continued to help Isaac take notes, but now he was thinking more about hoping that Isaac could light a pot of fire in the room to make him numb and stiff.

My feet feel better.

At this moment, a knock on the door rescued the young apprentice.

An Alfred's attendant appeared in front of the door. He conveyed the news to Isaac that the king wanted to see him. Faced with the king's call, Isaac did not dare to neglect, so he had to let the poor apprentice go.

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Leaving the attic provided by the baron, Isaac wrapped his cloak around his feet and stepped on the muddy ground. Soon the wet mud submerged his feet, making a gurgling sound.

The local baron gave up his house and provided it to King Alfred for temporary residence. Most of the nobles accompanying the army also had residences, but the soldiers could only camp outside in the open air.

Isaac walked into the baron's house under the leadership of his attendants. Several Ansa soldiers armed with spears and shields were firmly guarding the door. The eyes under their helmets were watching everyone like eagles.

Those who passed by to prevent the king from being assassinated by the enemy.

Although the baron's house is a wooden structure, it is extremely solidly built, with many figures and animals carefully carved on the wooden pillars. This was not built in one generation, but was accumulated over the ages of aristocratic families.

After Isaac entered the house, he felt warm and comfortable. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly. He involuntarily let go of the hand holding the robe tightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

There were many candles placed on the tables on the left and right sides. The candlelight made the whole room very bright. With the light, Isaac saw Alfred kneeling in front of the shrine, praying devoutly to the cross. Isaac also hurriedly

He made a cross in front of him.

Hearing the movement behind him, Alfred did not look back, but the speed of his prayers obviously accelerated a lot, while Isaac waited patiently for the monarch.

"Issac, I need you." When Alfred finished praying and stood up, the attendant on the side tried to help him, but he pushed him away gently.

"My Lord, I am willing to serve you, no matter how difficult and dangerous it is." Isaac quickly bowed and said to Alfred.

"I want you to go to the Vikings." Alfred nodded and said to Isaac.

This was beyond Isaac's expectation. He was slightly stunned. He really couldn't figure out why he was asked to serve as a messenger to find the Vikings before the war.

"We must rescue the princess and let the Vikings ask for a price. I am willing to pay the ransom. After all, the princess is related to my wife's family." Alfred walked to the seat, sat down slowly and said to Isaac

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"I understand." Isaac's eyelids twitched. This matter could be done by anyone, but Alfred chose an adviser like him. The reason is of course self-evident.

Isaac turned around and prepared to leave without saying a word, but just as he reached the door, Alfred stopped him.

"You know what I mean, right?" Alfred reminded Isaac as he sat in his seat.

The corners of Isaac's mouth raised slightly, which further confirmed his inner guess, so he just turned his head slightly, nodded slightly, and strode away.

That's right, Alfred asked Isaac to be the envoy, of course, not just to redeem people, it was just an excuse. The real purpose was to find out the truth about the Vikings, so as to prepare for the next military

Prepare for action.

The Vikings had won so many times that the Angsa people had lost confidence. Alfred knew that he must not fail, otherwise the entire British island would be enslaved by the Vikings.

Early the next morning, Isaac led several cavalrymen and headed towards the Viking camp under Alfred's flag.

"Sir, although we have discovered the Viking camp, we should still be careful. After all, they are beast-like Vikings." A knight accompanying him said with three points of fear, three points of ridicule and three points.

Said disdainfully.

In the eyes of the Angsa people, the reason why the Vikings are scary is just because of their beast-like brute strength, their unreasonable isolation from civilization, and their chaotic and terrifying barbaric fighting methods, which made them feel shocked and contemptuous.

Isaac nodded slightly while riding on the horse, and the group of them galloped over the wilderness. Soon a Viking camp appeared in front of them, with Viking tents occupying the entire valley, and curling green trees rising from the sky.

Smoking bonfires, Vikings walking around with axes, and strange northern languages ​​echoing in the empty mist-filled land.

"Huh." Isaac narrowed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, licked his lips, and used his heels to lift the horse under his crotch. With tension and excitement in his heart, he slowly

Walking towards the Viking camp.
Chapter completed!