Chapter 146 4.6 Loki Returns

"How many times have I told you that you are the captain of the garrison, not the captain of the hunting team? Your job is to stand guard and protect the village from foreign invasion, not to carry a bow and arrow and wander out of the village with your sisters."

The one standing in the center of the government hall for "interrogation" was naturally Katya, who had just returned to the village after three days away. At this time, she was spreading her two long white legs, holding a sweet apple and chewing it, and occasionally looking up at Jerome. Jerome himself did not have much confidence, especially when he saw the precious medicinal materials brought back by Katya and several Slavic women.

His voice became lower and lower, and it was almost inaudible in the end.

If the trial was for someone else, he could point to the plaque above his head that said "Survival of the fittest" and have a duel that everyone would welcome, but now it was his newlywed wife standing in the hall, and he didn't dare to let this ancestor go down and beat people.

All the maids and hunters in the hall tried to hold back their smiles and watched this unique "interrogation". Jerome frowned, and his face almost shrank into a watermelon about to explode.

"I'll punish you with three days of confinement." Jerome regretted it immediately after she said the words. She had no place to vent her energy after locking the beast in Kahon for three days, and she was afraid that all of it would be "vented" on herself in the end. Thinking of her aching waist and even more aching penis in the first few days of her marriage, Jerome felt a chill even on a hot summer day.

"Two days, not half a day of confinement! To serve as a warning to others!"

"Humph!" Katya snorted arrogantly, threw away the apple core, and walked out of the government hall with her hips twisted. Jerome scratched his hair in embarrassment and clenched the cross around his neck with both hands.

"My Lord, the omniscient and almighty, did you send this damn woman to torture me?"

"No, it's that devil Loki! This damn thing has been gone for more than two months, why hasn't it come back yet?"

"If you don't come back, these lawless Chosen Ones in Hanshui Village will tear down the house!"

At this moment, Jerome suddenly felt a fatigue from the depths of his soul. During the time when Loki was away, 241 women in the village became pregnant, the treasury increased from 529 Slavic silver coins to 821 (most of which were obtained through not-so-bright means such as black-eating-black), the average height of children grew by 3 centimeters, and Sophie learned to steal the roosters in the kitchen and give them to pregnant women.

Village chief, if you don't come back, I will die of exhaustion in this damn lord's seat!

Of course, this can only be a weak roar. After a moment, he rubbed his head and continued to tap the gavel to meet the next complainant.

Perhaps the Lord in the sky finally heard Jerome's call. After nearly three months of absence, Loki's fleet sailed into the port of Hanshui Village that night. Jerome breathed a sigh of relief. He first thanked the Lord for not letting this damn thing die in the sea. In addition, he thanked him for freeing himself from the hell of ruling.

He hadn't been to class for a long time.

That night, a grand welcome banquet was held in Hanshui Village. Plates of roast chicken, roast lamb, and stewed pork elbows were brought up by the maids, and Jerome also took out all the beer in the cellar. The Viking pirates who followed Loki to the sea introduced the "howling monsters" and "monsters as big as the continent" they met on the sea.

"Ha! I, Old Gore, have seen more than the three generations of the Marash family! Not only did I discover a new route, I also found gold, picked up a Tang Dynasty ship, and killed a huge beast that covered the sky and the sun, as big as an island! I also created a continent with the village chief!"

"Haha, Old Gore, why don't you say that you have a son named Thor?"

"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter broke out in the banquet hall. Old Gore picked up the beer and continued to argue with the other villagers who were blushing. Just a few minutes later, Aunt Fafna walked into the hall with a wooden leg. Behind her, three pirates carried a large wooden box.

When the box fell on the dining table, the cover was opened, and tea, spices, exquisite porcelain, silk, and more than 300 yellow dinar gold coins from the East Continent appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this, Loki gently patted Sophie, who was hanging on him like a koala, and stood up with his glass raised.

"Thank you all the gods for blessing my Hanshui Village, thank you God King Odin, thank you Lord Christ, and of course, thank you Master Oleg who recently joined my Hanshui Village! Princess Hakkaran of the Hydra has really brought blessings to Hanshui Village!"

"I propose that everyone raise their glasses first to celebrate the establishment of a temple in my village again!"

The Slavic workers in the banquet hall were particularly excited. In Hanshui Village, they not only changed from serfs to free men, but were also allowed to build temples and gain power. This rare equality is a privilege they have not enjoyed for many, many years.

Oleg stood up silently and raised his glass.

"I am not a person who is good at speaking. Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence: Thank you village chief for my 'selfless new appointment'! The completion of the temple is just the first step of this long journey. In a few days, I will set off to the Tianduan Mountains to find suitable prey for taming"

While Oleg was speaking, Loki's eyes could not help but fall on the tall figure sitting beside him. Although the man was only wearing a very simple wolfskin coat, his pale skin and the hard platinum hair on his body made him look strong and dangerous.

(Most Slavic slaves were dark and skinny, so such a strong man did not look like a slave. Besides, this man looked so fierce and fierce. How come I didn't remember there was such a person in the village?)

"Who is this strong brother? I don't think I have ever seen you."

Hearing the lord's question, the white man slowly stood up from the long table. After he stood up completely, Loki found that he was more than two meters tall, even taller than most of the Vikings in the banquet hall.

After he stood up, he picked up a large cup of beer, walked to Loki and gently knocked his glass.

"My Lord, you can call me 'White Bear' Bakambusi!"

The big man was not very fluent in Viking language. Although it was a sentence with a strong local Slavic dialect, the four words Bakambusi still reached everyone's ears.

Every Viking who had landed on the eastern coast of the Baltic Sea had heard these four words.

"Don't try to get close to Murmansk. There lives the cruel king of the Slavs!"

"His name is Bakambusi, and he is a ferocious monster that has survived for hundreds of years!"

The hall fell into a brief silence. When everyone looked at each other, a terrifying laugh suddenly broke out behind Bakambusi.

"Hahaha! You, a bear kid who hasn't even grown all his hair, are Bakambusi? Then maybe I really have a son named Thor!"

Hahaha! !

The banquet atmosphere in the hall immediately returned, and even Loki smiled and shook his head, raised his glass and gently bumped it with the upright young man in front of him. White Bear Bakambushi Legend has it that this man is 3 meters tall, and he is accompanied by a black bear as big as a mountain.

No one believes that the legendary Slavic king will really visit the remote Hanshui Village.

"I apologize to everyone, haha, my nephew is joking! He just happens to have the same name as the Slavic king." Oleg hurriedly stood up and explained awkwardly, "I have always wanted him to change his name, but this stubborn guy refused to do it."

Bakambushi also grinned and laughed. He gently reached into the plate in front of Loki and grabbed a chicken leg wrapped in chili and cumin and stuffed it into his mouth. The chicken leg, which was as big as a child's arm, looked like a pitiful toy in his hand.

Loki smiled and pushed the whole plate of roast chicken to him. This slightly impolite behavior did not cause him to be disgusted. On the contrary, he quite liked this strong and upright man.

No matter who he looked at, there was no fear or stage fright in his eyes.

This man is a natural warrior.

"Master Oleg, you are the host of the Hakkar Temple. You don't need to ask me for permission for any action. If the temple needs manpower, you can recruit it yourself. If you need silver coins, just ask Grand Steward Wenzov directly."

Loki has always given his subordinates the greatest degree of freedom. And Oleg is obviously also a veteran in the field of observing words and expressions. He did not show any flaws. As for the lawless Slav king of Bakambusi, he didn't know what "fear" was. He ate meat with big mouthfuls, and kept raising his glass to drink with the strangers around him.

No one saw that a storm that was about to sweep across the entire Scandinavian Peninsula was just around the corner.