In the castle of Haarlem, the duchess immediately summoned the guard soldier. She was eager to know the whereabouts of her husband. Some of the defeated soldiers fled back to the castle. There were various rumors, which added to the woman's suspicion.

The Duke was extremely anxious.

"What happened? How is my husband?" After a series of questions, the duchess coughed rapidly, knowing that she could not even straighten her waist.

"Duchess, don't be anxious." The bishop quickly stepped forward and used the holy brush in his hand to spread the holy water. The cold water made the duchess recover. A maid hurriedly brought a stool and asked the duchess to sit down.

"Dear Duchess, I followed Jarre and witnessed his last battle, which was heroic and tragic. In order to protect the glory of the Lord, he persisted until the last moment, but the cruel Ulf still killed him."

The guard soldier said in a sad voice.

"So he is indeed dead." The duchess's expression stiffened. In fact, she had already felt her husband's death in the battle, but before she got the exact news, she still tried hard to find a possibility. But at this time, even this

The faint hope was also shattered.

"Yes." The guard lowered his head. His pain was not fake.

"Then why did you come back?" The bishop looked at the personal guard and said to him in an interrogating tone.

"I am a North warrior. If I may die in battle, there is nothing wrong with it, but I brought a message from Ulf." The guard soldier glared at the bishop, indignant in his heart, if it hadn't been for this lip-wagging talker to convince him.

Holland Jarre was baptized as a Christian, so he would not have ended up like this.

"Does that mean you have taken refuge with that heretic?" The bishop immediately caught the guard soldier's words keenly and pressed him.

"I'm just here to bring back a message." The guard said angrily.

"That's enough, the bishop asked him to say it." The duchess waved her hand, stretched out her hand to touch her chest, and said with a pale face.

The guards told the duchess that Ulf was willing to return the body of Dutch Jarl to them, as long as he filled a whole coffin with gold and silver, and then they would use the coffin to return the body of Dutch Jarl.

"Ransom, I know these Vikings always value money." The bishop said angrily.

"They said that if the ransom could not be paid, they would follow the custom of the Norse and throw Yael's body into the sea to pay high respect to his bravery." the guard said.

"No, your Excellency has been baptized. He is a devout Christian. According to our Christian customs, the body must be washed, anointed with oil, prayed in the church for a night, and then buried in a Christian cemetery. He

Only the soul of the soul can ascend to heaven. "The bishop said to the duchess in an unquestionable tone, and the duchess herself was also a devout believer, so she certainly recognized the bishop's words.

"Then we will prepare enough ransom and coffin." After the duchess coughed a few times, she cheered up and ordered the guards.

Ulf quickly received the reply from the guards. He nodded slightly, and then led the guards to the body of Holland Jarl. His body had been sorted and chopped with Ulf's axe.

The wound was re-sutured, and the body in armor looked very calm, as if it was asleep.

"Yar will be buried as a Christian." The warrior accompanying him looked at the corpse sadly and said to Ulf.

"But he is a Norse, a Norse from Denmark." Ulf took an ax and laid it on the body, and placed the hand of the Dutch Jarl on it, as is Norse tradition.

, warriors must hold weapons in order to enter the Valhalla Temple.

"When will the money be delivered?" Vargas took an apple and chewed it. A fleshy apple maggot popped out from the apple. He pulled the maggot out with his hands, looked at it and stuffed it into his mouth.

inside.

"Soon, early tomorrow morning." The warrior accompanying him replied to Vargas.

Early the next morning, the thick fog rose from the seaside, and the sound of horse hooves sounded outside the camp of Ulf and others. Several trembling soldiers from Haarlem followed a carriage and came to the camp.

"This is the ransom for you." A bald courtier opened the coffin on the carriage. When the heavy lid of the coffin was opened, Vargas, Anger, Luther and Sigrid who came around saw the golden

The light was the luster of gold and silver. In order to collect the money, the duchess searched all the gold and silver she could find.

"Very good, you have fulfilled your promise, and now we will return Yael's body to you according to the customs of the Norse people." Vargas patted the courtier on the shoulder with his big hand, almost knocking him to the ground.

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"Where is Ulf?" The courtier rubbed his shoulders, looked around curiously, and asked Vargas.

"Our lord will perform a sacrificial ceremony for Yael and pray that his soul can sit in Valhalla like the ancient warriors." Vargas shrugged and said to him.

"No need, our lord has been baptized and is a true Christian. He will return to heaven." But the courtier was obviously a devout believer, and he said to Vargas and others with disdain.

"Well, it doesn't matter." Vargas reached out and touched the silver cross he was wearing around his neck, and pulled it off. This move shocked the courtiers.

"You~~." The courtier was furious, but Vargas had already thrown the cross into the coffin with a smile. The courtier stretched out his hand and had no choice but to give up.

The Norse warriors in East Hamar happily loaded up the gold and silver. With these 100 pounds of gold and silver, their trip was worthwhile, while the soldiers and courtiers in Haarlem could only look at this group of unscrupulous people.

of robbers.

"Look at me." The young girl Sigrid found a gold necklace among the gold and silver. She put it on her neck and walked around on the beach, showing off to Ange.

"Humph." Ange held a silver bracelet. The bracelet was carefully carved and had thin vines on it, as if it were a real plant wrapped around it. She looked at the bracelet against the light, and then looked at it again.

Throw it back among the other treasures.

"Ulf asked us to follow him." At this time, Vargas came over and said to Ange.

"Those people will not agree." Ange glanced at the anxious soldiers and courtiers of Haarlem and said to Vargas.

"Ulf asked us to tell them that this is our last respect for Yael, otherwise we will not agree to the armistice." Vargas frowned and scratched his head. He couldn't figure out Ulf.

What do you want to do, but you can only do it.

"Wow~~huh~~."

"Wow~~huh~~~."

The Norse people of East Hammar formed a circle, surrounded the coffin in the center and let out a Viking roar. The courtiers of Haarlem wanted to take a look, but were stopped by the smiling Sigrid.

"This is a ceremony held by our true Norse people, do you want to participate? Unless you abandon the carpenter and return to the god Odin." Sigrid sat on the empty carriage, she put her slender legs on the

On the other party's shoulder, this move was very rude, but the knife she was playing with shone with a frightening luster, so the courtier had no choice but to give up.

Ulf was lying in the coffin at this time, with the heavy body of Dutch Jarl on his body. However, he had to endure it for the sake of the plan. In addition to the weight and the unpleasant smell that was starting to decay, he could only try his best.

Reduce breathing.

"Why is it so heavy?" When Ulf felt the coffin pause, the faint voices of Haarlem soldiers came from outside.

"How can a fool, as a Yaer, not be buried with gold and silver treasures? We put one-tenth of the treasures in it." Vargas' rough voice sounded.

"What, we Christians don't have this custom." The courtier immediately objected.

"This is our custom." Vargas immediately threatened, and then there was silence. At this time, Ulf heard a ping-ping-pong-pong sound, which was the other party hammering nails into the coffin.

"Huh." Ulf breathed softly. The slightest sound of breathing seemed to be infinitely amplified in the coffin, and the swaying and closed coffin began to give people a sense of oppression.

What if they just buried the coffin?

What if they open the coffin and attack you immediately?

What if Vargas and others don’t follow through with the plan?

In such a quiet and depressing environment, Ulf's mind began to have random thoughts almost uncontrollably, and he even began to regret why he came up with such a crazy plan, putting himself together with the rotting corpse and secretly being transported into the castle.

among.

"This is a crazy plan." Ulf thought of the meeting he convened among the core members before the plan started. At that time, Ange was the first to object. She thought the plan was very risky, and any mistake in any link would be fatal.

It might cost Ulf his life.

"But with our strength, there is no way we can break the castle." Ulf sat next to the campfire, chewing dried meat and thinking carefully.

"Perhaps we can leave here and embark on the journey to Britain again." Vargas suggested to Ulf.

"The one who really wants to kill us is the Bishop of Jarre in the Netherlands. If we don't punish him, it would be a shame for us to leave like this." Ulf said nonchalantly. They had already learned from the guards that

The truth of the matter was that Holland Jarre had no real intention to take action against them.

"Well, since you have decided, Ulf, and I have sworn allegiance to you, then we will follow your plan." Vargas did not want to think about too complicated things, so he said to Ulf

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"Then let me go. I am lighter, which will make them relax their vigilance." Ange said to Ulf.

"No, this is my decision. Of course I have to go in person." Ulf refused. He thought that he had made a decision and he should implement it to the end.

The coffin was successfully transported outside the castle. Vargas, Anger, Luther and Sigrid also followed the carriage. When they arrived outside the castle, they expressed their hope to meet with the duchess and conclude a peace agreement.

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"Only four people?" The duchess was stunned when she heard the news. She didn't expect that the other party was so bold. After killing her husband, she dared to come to the castle to seek death.

"We can agree not to allow them to carry weapons. These stupid Vikings will pay the price for killing Yael." The bishop immediately whispered next to the duchess.

"Okay, I will use their blood to pay tribute to my husband." The duchess clenched her fists, her eyes were blinded by revenge. As a Norse duchess, blood sacrifice revenge has already penetrated deeply into her soul.

"Uh, of course." The bishop was stunned for a moment, but he still nodded slightly, and couldn't help but praise God in his heart. Such a good thing is that God, the omniscient and omnipotent God, handed these pagans into their hands.

"Creak." The city gate was opened, and Vargas and others walked in, surrounded by guards with bows and arrows, and soldiers holding spears that almost surrounded them.

"Humph, if I can live, I will definitely kill this guy Ulf with my own hands." Vargas muttered, he really didn't understand how he agreed to such a crazy plan in the first place.

"Hahaha." Sigrid let out a string of laughter. Any crazy plan would amuse her. The four of them walked towards the location of the duchess and the bishop under the supervision of soldiers.

"There are not many people." Ange was concentrating on seeing the surrounding defenses. The battle in the lowland swamps greatly damaged Hallam's vitality, but at this time, the few people who were disarmed could not attack these with bare hands.

What people do.

"You killed my husband." When the duchess sat on the chair where Yael was originally sitting, her face was rosy because she had gained power, and even her coughing was much less. When she looked at the soldiers being escorted

After a few people came in, he said angrily to them.

"Yes, but that was on the battlefield." Ange said to the duchess without fear.

"So what, although you sent my husband's body back, now you take the initiative to walk into my castle?" The duchess said bitterly with resentment and murderous intent in her eyes.

"Yes, but that is for the sake of peace. We hope to sign an agreement with you so that we can have a colony to settle down." Ange said to the duchess as Wulf taught him.

"Hahahaha, you think you can get our land by killing my husband. You really underestimate us." The duchess glanced at the bishop beside her and said with an angry smile.

"You will do it." Vargas said impatiently.

"What do you mean?" The duchess frowned slightly. She didn't understand how these people could show such confidence under the siege of her own soldiers.

"You don't have any weapons and you still want to escape from here? The soldiers will kill them." The bishop ordered loudly.
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