The difference in religious beliefs solidified the atmosphere in the hall. The bishop suppressed his dissatisfaction and still believed that these barbarians had not yet realized the beauty of the Holy Religion, but Ulf and others no longer paid attention to him.

, on the contrary, everyone started to eat the food on the plate.

"This wine is really good." Sigrid was the most impudent among the group. She took a whole roasted chicken that she liked from the plate of the Dutchman sitting next to her and pinged it with

He put the knife on it and put it on his own plate. The others were stunned.

"Barbaric." When the courtiers in Jarre, Holland saw this scene, they couldn't help but cross themselves and murmured to themselves.

"This is the custom of our hometown." Ulf didn't take it seriously, but he could see from the eyes of these North people who had converted to Catholicism that they had gradually become isolated from the North tradition, and even hated it deeply. This is probably the reason.

The principle of two devils.

"The glory of the Lord is incomparable, and the mercy of Christ is unimaginable..." At this time, a pale woman walked in from the side door. She wore a crown, but her slender neck looked like

As if she couldn't bear the weight, a maid helped her, but before she could say a few words, she covered her mouth and coughed.

"This is my wife, Eniel, Duchess of the Netherlands." Dutch Jarre stood up and supported his thin-cheeked wife on the seat.

"But I don't know Christ?" The girl Sigrid put one foot on the stool and said to the duchess while chewing food.

"Ahem, if my daughter is like you, I will definitely give her a few whips." The duchess frowned and said dissatisfiedly to Sigrid.

"Heh heh heh." Sigrid laughed, but Ulf thought something was wrong. This Sigrid was not a trouble-maker. Just when he was about to speak to ease the atmosphere, he heard a ping.

Sigrid pulled out a dagger from her boot and stabbed it hard in front of the wooden table. This sudden move made everyone around her look at her with suspicion.

"This reminds me of something. A man once offended me because of the way I was sitting. That night, I sneaked into his bedroom, cut his throat, and watched him drown on his own because he couldn't breathe.

in the blood." Sigrid pulled the dagger out of the wooden table, then waved it in front of herself a few times.

"You~~." The duchess's face became even paler. She didn't expect that the girl in front of her would be so cold-blooded and ruthless, and she couldn't help but cough.

"Such a cruel story is really not suitable for a wonderful banquet." Holland Jarre said to everyone.

"No matter what kind of story, it's suitable for a banquet, isn't it?" Vargas said gruffly. Norse banquets never lack stories, and these stories will become wonderful condiments for the food.

"That's right." The bishop stood up and told everyone that in order to adapt to the traditions of the Norse people, the bishop would also tell people stories during the banquet. Compared to the bloody and violent stories in Northern Europe, most of his stories were from the Bible and

The story of the saint, he took advantage of the Norse people's tendency to listen to stories, and subtly turned these violent barbarians into believers in Christ.

"Odin, who would like a carpenter who hung his own body on a wooden frame?" Ange couldn't help but complain as she listened to the biblical story told by the bishop beside Ulf.

"Ulf, tell a story! You are our best bard." Vargas encouraged Ulf and said.

At this time, the Dutch Jarl, the Dutch Duchess and the courtiers all felt a divine spiritual cleansing after listening to it, but Ulf and others did not take it seriously. Although Ulf was not opposed to Christianity, he was very concerned about it.

Tired of this kind of brainwashing preaching, he was also amused and decided to slap the bishop in the face.

"Dear Dutch Jarl, thank you for providing the banquet. I also listened to the bishop's story and was deeply touched." Ulf picked up the wine glass, stood up and said to everyone.

"Oh~~." Ulf's words made Holland Jarl and others think that he had been inspired, so they all looked at him expectantly. Ulf smiled faintly, and walked to the center of the hall, where the choir attendant

The children also looked at this barbarian from Northern Europe curiously.

"My story tells something about another world, that is the story about the Lord of the Rings."

The Supreme Lord's Ring governs the other Lord's Rings, and the three major rings belong to all the elves in the world.

The seven rings belong to the dwarf kings of Stone Hall,

The nine rings belong to a few people whose lives can be counted.

There is also a black leader who belongs to the throne.

The land of Modu is covered with black shadows.

One ring rules all the rings, and they all fall into the net,

One ring imprisons all the rings, making them dark and dull.

The land of Modu is covered with black shadows.

Ulf began to tell the story of the Lord of the Rings to everyone in the hall, but he deliberately adapted the villains into the evil Frost Giants and the evil god Loki. He intercepted the most exciting part of the Return of the King, and when it was adapted

Aragorn, who became a Nordic hero, led the dwarves and elves from the pirate longship and jumped off the shore. When the evil orcs were preparing to attack them, the army of betrayers and restless souls swarmed in and attacked the evil frost that surrounded the city.

Giants, and an army of mammoths were defeated.

The cadence of Ulf's voice, his contagious narration and stories, attracted all the Dutch people in the hall. Compared with the stereotyped stories of Christ coming into the world to save the world, and the saints using their own heavenly spirit caps to deal with

The pagan sword, the story of posthumous sanctification, and the story of The Lord of the Rings are simply dimensionality-reducing blows.

"Gandalf the White, the incarnation of Odin, holds a white staff and fights a bloody path among the evil orcs and frost giants. He inspires Aragorn, the human king, to take courage. Valhalla is calling him.

~~~." Ulf said loudly, and in his story people seemed to see a magnificent epic war between gods, demons and humans under the gaze of the gods.

"Odin~~." I don't know why, but Ulf's words resonated among this group of Dutch Norse. Their Nordic blood, which had been silent for a long time, was boiling, and the long-lost voice sounded in a low voice among the crowd.

"His~~." The bishop suddenly became alert. He looked around. Although he didn't know where the sound came from, it was extremely dangerous. Compared to the Viking swords, he was more worried about influencing the souls of his believers.

"That's enough, it's all lies and nonsense." The bishop's face turned pale. He slapped the wooden table, stood up, pointed at Ulf and shouted loudly.

"This is just a story." Ulf had a smile on his face. He opened his arms and the sun shone on him through the window. The Nordic-style armor and animal skin cloak enveloped him in a strange atmosphere.

middle.

"Heresy is not allowed here." The bishop raised his head and said to everyone, but everyone could hear the weakness in his voice.

"Haha, it turns out that this is Christian teaching, which prohibits people from telling stories." Sigrid leaned back on her chair, and her silver bell-like laughter echoed in the hall.

Ulf shrugged his shoulders, threw the empty cup aside, stuck the thumbs of both hands on his belt, walked back to his seat and sat down again. Everyone began to eat in silence, but Ulf waited

But people could clearly feel that the originally hostile and repulsive gaze had quietly changed at this time.

Even Holland Jarl was eating the food on his plate in silence. He suddenly put down his knife and fork, tore off the leg of a roast goose with his hands, put it in his mouth and started chewing.

"My lord." The Duchess of Holland looked at her husband in surprise. Since Jarre Holland was baptized and became a Christian, she has given up the barbaric life and has been using knives and forks to eat for a long time.

"This heretic must die." The bishop on the side looked livid. He originally thought that these were just a group of ordinary pirates, but now he discovered that Ulf was the poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden, and his tongue like a devil could actually seduce other people.

, has shaken the Holy Religion, which is absolutely unacceptable to the bishop.

"Please rest here tonight!" After the banquet, Dutch Jarre warmly invited Ulf and others to rest in the castle. At this time, night had fallen, and the roads at night were not safe. Beasts and thieves were very dangerous.

May be haunted.

Ulf looked out the window. The gate of the castle had been closed. Even if he wanted to go out, it was probably impossible. As long as he agreed to Holland Jarl's suggestion, everyone was immediately arranged in the room, but Ulf

The husband strongly demanded that the companions must be in the same room.

"I understand." Holland Jarre did not force it, and immediately arranged for the attendants to prepare the room.

Just as Ulf and others checked into the room, Dutch Jarl, his wife and the bishop gathered in the bedroom. Dutch Jarl was silently drinking wine, while the Dutchess sat on the bed and coughed softly. The bishop

He stood aside with a look of resentment on his face.

"This group of people must be killed. Sooner or later they will endanger the Holy Church." The bishop said to Holland Jarre.

"But we Norse people will not kill the guests under our roof." Holland Jarre shook his head and retorted to the bishop.

"They are heretics and should not be protected." The Dutch Duchess coughed and said to her husband.

"In the culture of the Norse, no matter who he is, as long as he accepts salt and food, he is a guest and must not be harmed." Holland Jarre threw the wine glass to the ground angrily, said loudly, and then opened it

He opened the door and walked out, leaving only the bishop and the Dutch Duchess looking at each other.

"We cannot let these heretics go, especially the man named Ulf. His words are full of demonic whispers." The bishop said worriedly.

"I am also a Norseman, and my soldiers will help solve this matter." The Dutch Duchess gasped loudly. Compared to her husband, the Duchess's faith was firmer, and there was a look in her eyes.

The color of determination.

"Is your condition still not getting better? I will send someone to Rome to get the holy relics and pray for your condition." The bishop sighed. He knew that the most staunch supporter in the court was the duchess, so he said to the duchess.

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"Thank you Lord." The duchess held the bishop's hand and kissed his ring, as if she had really been redeemed, and her pale cheeks became rosy.

Ulf fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he saw black crows cawing at him, dead trees and swamps all around, and his feet suddenly fell into a mud pit.

"Hmm~~." Ulf woke up from his dream. He looked at Vargas who had his legs pressed against his chest. He was snoring. Others were also sleeping on the carpet in a mess.

"Dodo doo~~." There was a slight knock on the door, and Ulf immediately became alert. He pushed Vargas away and walked to the door, pulling out a dagger from his waist.

"Who is it?" Ulf asked towards the door.

"The bishop wants to kill you. Leave here immediately. The city gate will be opened." A small voice sounded outside the door. Ulf was startled. There was a sound of footsteps. When he opened the door, he found that there was already outside.

There is no sign of anyone.

"Everyone, wake up." Ulf did not dare to delay and immediately woke up his companions. They took out the Vikings' unique fire-making device, which was wrapped with velvet and fungal threads and added with special

Made of grease, as long as you take it out and rub it a little, it will ignite a flame.

There was no one in the corridor at this time, and even the torches were not lit. They walked cautiously along the corridor with the faint light of the fire.

"Who is it?" Suddenly a guard heard the movement, held the spear in his hand in surprise, and shouted.

"Whoosh~~."

"Uh~~." But a flying knife flew out and accurately hit the guard's forehead. The other man groaned and fell to the ground, but the spear in his hand fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

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To be continued...