Kraft felt that his cousin really had some talent as a bard. He remembered the stories he heard from William quite clearly, including the details of the sea and ice fields, which he reasonably remembered.
Inserted into this story, it is as if he really followed William to observe this journey to the ice field.
It's a pity that Kraft was the only audience on the road. If in a tavern, such a story that contains the most popular elements such as sea voyages, exotic customs, and church sex, and then artistically adds some content about human primitive impulses,
He will definitely convince the entire audience to buy him drinks, and he will repeatedly say that there is no problem in holding a special show in a month.
But Cousin Ryan didn't realize this business opportunity for the time being. He took out his water bag, drank a large amount of water for himself, and continued talking.
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In the cold wind, Frank froze on the spot. In this era before television and Bear Grylls, probably except for the ice people, few people knew that humans could defeat the wilderness with bare hands.
Even many ice tribes who have not performed sacrifices for several generations will soon become doubtful about whether anyone can complete the ritual, until a peerless man appears again to win over their simple beliefs.
But now there is one person who looks worse than Frank, and that is his entourage. Others may think that Frank is going to give up, but he understands Frank, and not speaking does not necessarily mean that he will go home, and he may
It was Frank who was really thinking about the feasibility of this.
Before coming, Mr. Attendant had thought about many bad possibilities, such as the bad living environment, extremely unfriendly locals, and how to build a church from scratch. The worst among them was Frank.
If he wants to imitate some hard-core ruthless people in the history of the church and build his own church with his own hands - then he can only stay with him until the end.
The reality is far more outrageous than imagined. If Frank really wanted to participate in this ceremony, would he go in person, or would his entourage set out on his behalf? There is no essential difference between the two. It is just after Frank's death.
Commit suicide or freeze to death early.
"The Holy Scriptures record that St. John walked barefoot on a hot iron plate without causing any damage. In order to spread the voice of the Lord, I will also accept the test of the Lord." Frank raised his head and looked at the man firmly.
A stone as a starting point, “So when can we start?”
William was stunned, and several sailors who followed him were stunned. Even Bjorn was shocked. The Icelanders who were still unloading the sled looked confused. They couldn't understand Norse and didn't know where this was.
what happened.
Before William could react, Bjorn quickly stopped his casual smile, took off his fur hood, and looked at Frank with a serious attitude. After receiving the same firm look from Frank in response, he let go
Speaking slowly, as if he was afraid that Frank couldn't hear clearly, he said word by word in clear Norse: "This is not a joke."
Frank nodded.
Next to him, William could clearly distinguish a respectful and serious expression that he had never seen before on Bjorn's face, which was covered with mineral dye. He was so frightened that he did not dare to speak. He straightened his beard and stretched his left hand behind his back.
William almost thought he was going to use the ax to sacrifice Frank's blood to the stone god.
But Bjorn did not hold the ax handle. The notched ax blade cut open his palm, and blood dripped from his palm, but he seemed not to notice it. He raised his bloody hand high, opened his arms, and looked toward the mountains in the distance.
Shout: "Herges!"
Now the surrounding ice people understood, and there were indescribable expressions on their faces. They dropped the things in their hands without hesitation, and did not even notice that the wine barrel that was not fixed rolled away.
"Herhes!" All the ice people present let out a deafening roar. The huge voice opened every door in the settlement. Ice people wearing different fur coats, regardless of gender, young or old,
They all put down what they were doing and walked towards this side, quickly forming a huge semicircle around them.
One of the icelanders, who was as tall as Bjorn, stretched out his hand to push aside the crowd and make way for an old man behind him who was half a head taller than him. William knew them. One of them was Bjorn's father and the leader of the entire tribe.
And that old man with gray beard and hair is the old priest of the tribe, the man who stood here thirty years ago.
The priest walked slowly to Frank, who was surrounded by the crowd. He didn't say anything, nor did he raise any questions about his stature that was half shorter than himself. He just looked at him from the rough fur clothes that were similar to those of other ice people.
He pulled out a stone knife.
Just like Bjorn, the stone knife scratched the palm of his left hand. The wound was deep, but only a small amount of dark, viscous blood seeped out from the wound. The old priest stretched out his hand and used blood to smear Frank's face, which was holding him up from falling.
He wiped a trace of blood like black and red oil paint and turned his head to look at Bjorn.
"The old priest recognized your courage, and we also informed the mountains of your arrival. Strip away all foreign objects under the stone, and you can set off." Afraid that Frank would be uneasy, he added, "The warriors responsible for witnessing the ceremony
You will be selected immediately, and no matter you succeed or fail, there is no need to worry about your reputation."
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"Ah, this..." Kraft was completely speechless, "So, will the bodies be collected over there in the snowfield?"
"I have to say, he is really a real man." Ryan laughed with some gloating, "But you guessed wrong. When William and the others went to find this guy the next day, they found that he was not dead."
"ah?!"
"Not only was he not dead, but they found the unconscious Frank in the snow five kilometers away from the stone. When they found him, he seemed to have lost weight, and his body temperature was so high that it felt like he had been there overnight.
It was as if all the fat in his body had been burned away." Ryan touched his face. His face was a bit round. It was hard to imagine what would happen to him. "Anyway, he survived like this unexpectedly.
When we came down, one of the few ice warriors responsible for witnessing was Jobien. He laughed at his god for not being very good and didn't stop them."
"I declare this to be the biggest failure in this story. Do you think you are boiling lard? It shrinks as soon as you throw it into the pot."
"But this is true." Ryan shrugged, expressing his contempt for his ignorant cousin.
Now Kraft was dissatisfied: "Are you afraid that if you didn't listen to what William said when he was drunk, you still have evidence?"
"Really, don't you think the name Frank sounds familiar? Think about who is named Frank at Wendeng Port College?"
"Professor Frank from the seminary? Impossible, the wrinkles on his face are about to hang down. He must be at least sixty years old, right?" Kraft does know this person. It is said that Teacher Anderson said that he has a close relationship with him.
Bad. When he was in the academy, this person relied on the power of the seminary, and coupled with his incompatibility, he often squeezed out Anderson and others who liked to study abnormal phenomena.
This person did not like people from outside the academy to step into the academy gate, especially he looked down upon uncultured "country aristocrats" like the Wood family. Lane and Craft sometimes had to be careful to avoid him when they went to deliver letters to Anderson's acquaintances.
Ryan let out a hiccup-like laugh, "I only learned about William's dark history after buying him three bottles of wine. Teacher Anderson may not even know about it. His wrinkles are not wrinkles at all, but the skin has grown too long after becoming dry and thin, otherwise you would think
Can he still be a lot older and still have blond hair?”
"Okay, we are almost at Wendeng Port. You can find a student from the seminary to ask Frank when he came to the college. I guess he just didn't dare to go back after he became ugly, so he stayed in Wendeng Port.
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Thanks to the good weather, the two of them traveled much faster than when they arrived. By the time the story was told intermittently over two days, some vague buildings could be seen in front of them, which were far larger than the villages and towns they had stayed in for the past two days.
.There is a tall and slender building that is particularly conspicuous among them. It is the bell tower of the college. It was built with money from the church and is naturally located on the territory of the seminary.
There was a slight fishy smell in the wind and the slight trembling of the bells. Clift knew that they had returned to Wendeng Port, a rare city in the northern part of the kingdom.