Chapter 220 The Princess Who Skipped Class on 5.12

The temperature in the Wind's End Castle was very low in winter. Sophie wore a thick cotton-padded jacket and wandered aimlessly with Katya in the city for an hour. Katya finally couldn't stand the boredom and ran away. She didn't worry that Sophie would be in any danger, because in two months, everyone in the city knew the daughter of the lord's family.

Even if she encountered danger, the Winged Guards standing guard at various sentries could see her figure.

Sophie, who finally regained her freedom, began to let herself go. Skipping classes and going out to wander around is the most precious memory of every Hai Tong in his student days, especially when there are a few silver coins in his pocket.

Sophie first wandered to her favorite fruit shop, took out a few copper coins and asked the aunt in the fruit shop to squeeze a glass of frozen pear juice for her. The frozen pears that were frozen into ice cubes by low temperature were very hydrated after thawing, and the juice was squeezed out, sour and sweet and very delicious.

The aunt selling fruit saw that this was the child of the lord's family, and made an exception to take out two apples that had been preserved since autumn from the cellar and stuffed them into her soft little hands.

Sophie left the fruit shop and entered the pawnshop next door, chewing the apple sweetly.

Sophie Starrag was the most powerful second-generation official in Storm's End, bar none. Vikings were not good at business, and most of the vendors doing business in the market of Storm's End were businessmen from other countries in the Western Continent.

These shrewd vendors knew how to curry favor with the lords, especially after learning that Sophie was Loki's only daughter, they treated her as a guest of honor.

The pawnshop owner with a French accent personally took her into the warehouse and introduced the "rare treasures" on the counter one by one. Nefertiti, who had been a female pharaoh for more than 20 years, naturally looked down on these low-quality handicrafts that the Vikings had robbed from the Slavs, and Sophie obviously had no interest in these dark "historical relics".

After walking around with the purpose of "finding a warm place to finish eating apples", the two walked out of the pawnshop under the eyes of the French boss and entered the next butcher shop.

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When Sophie came out of the butcher shop, she had a full meal of smoked pork and fried eggs and her stomach was full. Although the food made in the kitchen of Storm's End was not bad, it was exciting to walk on the street and see the different skills of other servants. Especially the butcher's wife was also a senior foodie. Seeing such a beautiful and gentle lord's daughter entering her shop ignorantly, she enthusiastically invited Sophie to her dining table and quickly made a plate of exquisite food like magic.

The sufficient food in her stomach temporarily dispelled the coldness of late winter, and she happily returned to the market. Before she had time to walk into the next ready-made clothing store, Sophie, who was standing in the middle of the street, was suddenly bumped lightly from behind by an elderly woman.

"Oh, this exquisitely dressed lady, I'm so sorry. I'm old and my eyes are blurry, and I'm useless!"

This is an old man with a kind face. Like most Viking wives, she spoke Viking with a strong Slavic accent. Sophie hurriedly returned the greeting, and waved her glove-covered hands to say that she was fine. The old lady tapped her forehead with her fingers, turned around and continued forward.

"Follow her." Nefertiti suddenly appeared and said in a deep voice.

"Little sister, don't you remember this person?"

"Yesterday in the Fire Festival, this old lady only coughed twice throughout the whole process, but I remember her voice!"

"And, if I remember correctly, she was the closest person to the Fire Festival priest among all the Fire Festival members. I tell you, people's standing posture is very worth observing! Because almost everyone will unconsciously stand with the person they are most familiar with without realizing it!

Follow her, I feel that we will definitely gain something!"

It was past noon at this time. After rising in the sky, the sun in the Scandinavian Peninsula has gradually begun to sink westward. Sophie followed the hunchbacked old woman from a distance and finally saw her enter an inn called "Broad Axe Inn".

This is an inn near the gate of Storm's End. Compared with the inns near the market in the city, this inn mainly serves the poor people living in the "lower city". The building is located in a relatively remote corner of the city. The exterior walls of the building are not made of precious stone, but are built with relatively cheap wood.

Even Sophie knows that this kind of house built with thin wood walls is very cold in winter.

The entrance of the hotel is not very tidy, and there is a strong smell of animals from the horses and yaks tied in the stable. As for the ground not far from the entrance, there are a lot of yellow horse manure that has been trampled and snow that has turned black and dirty after melting.

Since entering Storm's End, Sophie, who is used to a life of luxury, has never entered such a terrifying place. She timidly stuck her head out of the door and forgot for a long time. Nefertiti took over this body and directly pushed open the heavy cotton curtain at the door.

The smell of beer, bread, tobacco and pungent sweat instantly hit Sophie's face like a wall of air. He saw a crowded hall in front of him. A bearded Viking man was standing on the table and talking loudly.

"Hey, you guys from Hanshui Village have never seen that kind of scene, you are at a big loss!"

"After the 'devil' Sat opened the portal, we entered a city under the sea! My goodness, I, 'Old Sheepskin', have lived my whole life and have never seen such a spectacular scene!"

"That quiet city is like a tomb, full of dead black giants! Their houses are as huge as palaces. As for the entire city, it's no problem to bury three Storm's End Castles!"

The Viking herdsman was obviously drunk. He raised his wine glass and gestured. The other Vikings sitting next to him looked at him suspiciously.

"How can he be as amazing as you say?"

"Yes, according to what you said, our Lord Loki is not the descendant of a giant, and he has a city that belongs to him alone?"

"Bah!" Under the stimulation of alcohol, Old Sheepskin's face turned red and his neck became thick. "If you don't believe me, you can just catch a Viking pirate in the valley and ask him. Which of the pirates who survived this time did not receive the favor of Duke Loki?"

"If it weren't for him, all of us would have starved to death in the Slavic wilderness! In the past, people always said that this ghost boy was the reincarnation of a god, but I never believed it."

"But after this disaster, I can't help but believe it!"

The Viking herdsman who was bragging loudly while standing on the table successfully attracted the attention of Sophie, who was wearing a flowered cotton jacket. Seizing this hard-won opportunity, the little girl with two pigtails crouched down to avoid everyone's sight and quickly followed the old woman's footsteps into the back kitchen.