Suchen's accusation caused Granet to panic. He did not expect that the idiot Ulf, who was originally dull and cowardly, would suddenly become so articulate. He couldn't help but feel anxious and angry, fearing that the lord would hear Su Chen's accusation.

"That's enough. Anyway, Granet is the overseer appointed by me. As a slave, you resist him, which means you resist my authority. Do you know what punishment you will get?" Hrov suddenly stood up and grabbed

Pick up the Viking iron sword beside you.

"Oops." Su Chen also frowned. He didn't expect that the Viking lord was unreasonable at all and seemed to be determined to execute him. His eyes moved around, hoping to find a glimmer of life.

"Dear Lord, if you don't need this slave anymore, then sell it to me." Suddenly, Vargas stood up, clapped his hands and said to Lord Hrov.

"Sold to you, what are you going to do with it?" Hrov asked curiously.

"I will tie him to my war horse, then take him to the cliff and throw him down from a high place to see if I can lure the giants out of the cave. I will kill a giant with my own hands." Vargas said arrogantly.

said.

Su Chen sneered at this. Of course there are no giants in the world. Vikings love to tell stories. This is because according to legend, when a Viking dies, he will be brought to Odin, the father of the gods, by Valkyrie.

And Odin will hear him tell his life's adventures with his own ears, and his wonderful stories will be rewarded by the God King, allowing him to join the eternal banquet.

"That's a good idea. How about it, slave, are you willing to make sacrifices for Vargas' cause?" Hrov held his chin with interest, sat down again and asked with a smile. People laughed in the banquet.

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"Of course I would be willing to sacrifice my life to defeat the giant for Lord Vargas, but I have an even better idea." Su Chen rolled his eyes. He had already thought of a way to get out of trouble, so he said.

"Oh?" Hrov raised his chin, glanced at the lady beside him, and said curiously.

"I am willing to provide a few good stories for this wonderful banquet, which may allow everyone to immediately feel the adventures of the heroes." Su Chen said to everyone calmly.

"Oh, story."

"Great, just so we don't have a bard."

"What good story can a slave have? It's probably about breeding wild horses, hahaha."

"Not necessarily, it could be an epic of a few bugs."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The Vikings laughed loudly, they did not believe that a slave who had never left the town in his life could bring any good stories, and good stories could only be brought by those mysterious traveling bards.

"Lord, can you allow me to tell you?" Su Chen said to Hrov confidently with a smile on his face.

"Humph, that's fine. Anyway, I'm tired of arm wrestling and drinking." Hrov leaned back comfortably, with one of his legs resting inelegantly on the table in front of him. Others were not surprised either.

, the Vikings were originally a group of bohemian people.

"Okay, what I'm telling you is a great epic about fighting against darkness for the sake of a bright future for the world. The Supreme Lord of the Rings has the power to rule all the rings and enslave the world. The Dark Lord Sauron has been looking for it for a long time. In order to protect it

Home, the heir to the Lord of the Rings, Frodo, resolutely left the peaceful and simple Shire and embarked on a journey of unknown future. Accompanying him were wise wizards, brave humans, kind elves, persevering dwarves and the peace-loving Hogwarts.

Bit people..." Su Chen cleared his throat. While recalling the content of The Lord of the Rings, he narrated it. His eloquent voice rang out in the banquet, and the people who were originally a little noisy gradually became attracted to him.

The story attracts.

Most of the bards respected by the Vikings told the deeds of the Asa, gods and heroes. They were usually short and unrelated stories, usually about heroes defeating dragons and obtaining treasures.

Short stories are still in the nascent stage of novels. But now Su Chen has directly put the fantasy epic of Tolkien in front of the Vikings, like a man who has only eaten slimy food in his life.

The porridge man suddenly took him into a five-star Michelin restaurant and placed the most sumptuous and gorgeous food in the world in front of them.

"...As time passed, people began to notice that Frodo seemed to have inherited the secret of "keeping good health". He still looked like an energetic young man..." Su Chen

He continued to tell in front of the Vikings, his voice sometimes low and sometimes high, sometimes imitating the low roar of the terrifying Nazgul, and sometimes turning into the lovely hobbits of the Shire.

"Honor Odin, is this ring real?" The Vikings were drawn into the story with his voice, and their hearts began to fluctuate with the adventure stories. Any sound would arouse the anger of others.

Suddenly, Su Chen stopped telling the story. He stood there like a wooden man, and the story happened to be stuck at a key point. The Vikings didn't react for a long time. They thought there was another story below, so they all waited patiently, but Su Chen

Chen still narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What happened? What happened to Bilbo? Where did he disappear to?"

"Has the gray-robed Gandolf checked it out?"

Finally, someone got impatient and asked Su Chen loudly.

"Hey, slave, why don't you continue talking?" Even Lord Hrov couldn't help it anymore. He leaned forward and asked Su Chen dissatisfiedly.

"Dear Lord, I have been speaking for a long time, and my mouth is dry and my voice is hoarse." Su Chen cleared his throat and said to Hrov with a wry smile.

"Damn it." Hrov slapped the table in annoyance, but Su Chen closed his lips tightly, like an old monk meditating.

"Dirty slave pig, you actually dare to disobey the Lord's order, ah." At this time, Granet also remembered that his purpose was to punish Su Chen. He took the opportunity to step forward and teach Su Chen a lesson, but he did not notice that he was

Next, Vargas stretched out a foot and tripped him to the ground.

"Hahahaha." The other Vikings laughed. Many of them were infected by Su Chen's story, and instead developed a good impression of this slave who could tell wonderful stories.

"Dear lord, such a wonderful story, I think it is worth a horn of mead." Vargas stood up and said to lord Hrolf regardless of the past.

"Okay, give it to him." Of course it was impossible for Hrov to give the precious mead to a slave in normal times, but now many Vikings at the banquet looked at him. As a lord, he had to be generous, so he waved his hand.

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A female slave who was holding a wine pot next to her stepped forward, picked up a horn and filled it with golden mead. The Vikings loved this golden wine and believed it contained magical power.

People who drink mead will gain infinite courage and wisdom.

"Gudu, Gudu." Su Chen was not polite. He was indeed thirsty now. He took the horn cup and drank the mead in one gulp. This sour wine was beyond his expectation, but now

As a slave, he had no choice. He drank the mead, put down the cup and burped.

"Hahaha, although I am a slave, I know how to enjoy myself." This kind of public indecency did not cause everyone's displeasure. Instead, some Vikings smiled and stretched out their hands to pat Su Chen's body.

The atmosphere at the banquet became lively again, and Su Chen took the opportunity to tell several interesting stories, such as the rock giants as tall as mountain peaks who threw rocks at each other amid lightning and thunder, almost killing young Bilbo and his party.

Or perhaps Deathwing robbed the dwarves of their endless wealth.

The Vikings really liked stories about dragons and wealth. They listened very carefully and didn't let Su Chen go until very late. Because Su Chen's wonderful story made Hrov realize his value, so he ordered

Granet could not help but give Su Chen a lot of food to take back.

"Yes, respected lord." Granet's face was as bitter as an eggplant, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch Su Chen leave like a victor in triumph, holding a pile of food.

When Su Chen left the banquet, Ange, who was leaning against the pillars with her arms folded in the shadows between the pillars in the corner of the hall, breathed a sigh of relief, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Idiot Ulf, interesting guy." Ange muttered in a low voice. She had never taken this slave to heart before, but today, for some reason, she had a strong feeling for this slave who could tell epic stories.

interest.

"I don't really like hobbits. Who would like a bunch of dwarves with hairy feet?"

"Haha, but their village must be very wealthy. No wonder they are targeted by the orcs. If it were me, I would definitely attack them."

"That Demon King Sauron is a bit like the God Loki. You know he likes to play such tricks."

"Dwarves, I like dwarves. They have exquisite craftsmanship. I really hope I can meet them."

When Su Chen left, the Vikings were still talking to each other with great interest. Unknowingly, Mr. Tolkien probably never dreamed that he would gain a group of Viking fans in the medieval world.

"Dear Lord, we should also have an adventure of our own, are you right?" Vargas stood up, raised the wine glass in his hand, and said loudly to Hrov.

"Warrior Vargas from afar, if you can join my camp, we will definitely be able to make a difference." Hrov's eyes also shone with desire and enthusiasm. He raised the wine glass in his hand and said to everyone.
Chapter completed!