Chapter 30 1.30 Anti-Looting

After a long period of thinking, Loki decided to go with Satyr and Jerome to Yorkshire.

There was only one reason: Jerome's personal fighting ability was the highest among all the monks.

Not only that, after being knocked unconscious by Loki and tied up, he did not show any panic or fear. He just leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and silently recited the prayers in the Gospel.

Loki remembered those prayers clearly. When he held the broadsword, the seemingly ordinary broadsword immediately became as terrifying as the Six Meridians Divine Sword. If it weren't for the guy's poor fighting skills, it would be hard to say who would win or lose in this battle.

His calmness from the depths of his soul also made Loki feel quite uneasy. As the only chosen one in the team, he felt that only by bringing this man with him could the other brothers guarding the monastery be safer.

When it was getting dark, the two put on the monk robes of Lindisfar Monastery and put on the monk's hood. Jerome's hands were tied, and Sartre pulled the rope on his arm and carried a box of silver coins and the exquisite cross to the carriage.

After whispering a few words, the two drove the carriage and walked out of the town under the cover of the deep dusk. When passing the town gate, two guards saw them driving the carriage of Lindisfar Monastery and opened the door for them without asking.

When Loki saw the big bulges behind their heads, he couldn't help but smile.

"Boss, it's just as you said, they didn't make a fuss at all!" Sartre's words were full of admiration. In the few years he followed Loki, he felt more and more that many times, using brute force alone might not necessarily achieve the greatest benefits.

Three years ago, Dad had thought about whether to move his family to the Storm's End, the fief of Lord Bernard. "The Sense-maker" Ahai said through divination that if they left, they would regret it in the future.

Now it seems that it was the right decision not to leave at that time.

Walking out of the town, the sky and the earth were already a deep blue. The outskirts of the town are dotted with wooden villages and farmlands. This kind of scene is not seen in Hanshui Village.

Because the land of the Vikings is too barren.

The Scandinavian Peninsula is the poorest and coldest place in the western continent. Hanshui Village has snow for six months a year, and this is the southernmost part of the Viking territory.

After all, there are still a few acres of thin fields outside their village for farming. The "Northern Tundra" located in the extreme north of the peninsula has only four months of spring a year. The main city of the Northern Tundra is called "Frost Rain Castle", and the Vikings living there call themselves "Frost People".

Because there is never rain composed of "water" on that land.

"My lords, you are in the wrong direction."

Shortly after leaving the city, a low voice came from the back of the carriage. Looking back, it was Jerome. He opened his tightly closed eyes a little and glanced at Loki with the corner of his eye.

His eyes were extremely clear, like dewdrops floating on leaves in the morning.

"Respected Lord Chosen One, are you willing to help me, a lost lamb, find the right path?" Loki crouched and got into the carriage.

He also discovered this problem after leaving the city. There were no road signs on the main road of the Kingdom of Northumbria. Not only were there no road signs, but they had been walking for a long time, and the other horsemen who drove the carriages had not seen any.

I didn't know who to ask for directions.

"Okay, but you have to meet my two conditions." After observing these robbers for most of the day, Jerome also found that they were not the kind of butchers with blood on their hands.

Yesterday, after his broadsword cut the leader, he did not kill himself. After entering the monastery, they also focused on robbing.

There was no intention to slaughter them at all.

"First, I ask you to untie the rope on my hands. All beings are equal, and no one is born to be another person's slave!"

"In the name of the Holy Lord, I promise that I will not take up arms to resist."

After speaking, Jerome raised his hands fixed by ropes.

Loki stared at his clear eyes for a few seconds, then looked at the darkening forest behind him, and finally untied him with the stone axe in his hand.

On the one hand, there were no extra weapons on the carriage, and Jerome's fighting skills were really average. On the other hand, he felt that a man with such pure eyes should keep his promise.

The second thing" Jerome stretched out a white palm while speaking.

"I want 10 or 20 silver coins"

"No, 40 silver coins!"

I???

Loki almost vomited blood, "Brother, we are robbers, you are a hostage! We just left the town and you are blackmailing us?"

"Is there any justice in this?"

"As pirates, don't we have any face?"

"Don't you want to give? If you don't give, we'll just be deadlocked. "Jerome was very calm. He hugged his shoulders with both hands and continued to sit in the back of the carriage like an old monk in meditation.

After just 5 minutes, Loki broke down and compromised. He counted out 40 silver coins from the cash box behind him and handed them to him.

Jerome smiled slightly, picked up a torch, lit it, got off the car and walked towards a farm on the side of the road. Loki stretched out his big hand and was about to grab his shoulder to bring him back, but at this moment, two crows' cries came from the carriage.

Looking back, one of them had gently landed on his palm.

After so many things happened, Loki would no longer regard crows as ignorant beasts.

Are you asking me to follow him?

Okay, let's go!

The two walked one after the other on the dark country road. The land was still wet after the heavy rain. They walked into a farm in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

It was dusk and thousands of lights were on. Jerome stood in front of a dilapidated farmhouse in the center of a village and knocked on the door twice. There was a sound of footsteps, and with a creak, an ordinary farmer in coarse linen opened the door.

"Oh my God, isn't this Father Jerome? It's so dark, why didn't you tell me, the village chief, in advance when you came to our Shuangshui Village?"

"Who is this?" The village chief pointed at Loki, and Jerome whispered, "This is the new monk."

"Come in, come in! Wife! Look who's here!"

After entering the dilapidated farmhouse, Loki looked around and found that the lives of ordinary Saxon people were not necessarily better than those of Vikings. The two walked into the house just when the village chief was about to have dinner. There was a large pot of potato and vegetable soup on the table, and there were four or five rye breads next to the soup pot. Three hungry children were sitting around the dining table.

It can be seen that they must be very hungry, so that after Loki and Jerome entered the house, the children were still looking at the food on the table.

Loki gently threw his bloody stone axe out of the door.

"Father, have you eaten yet? Oh! You said you were coming but you didn't tell me in advance. You could have sent a pigeon to deliver a message! We can also prepare something in advance."

The village chief's face was full of embarrassment, and the village chief's wife hurriedly asked the children to stand up. The three delicate yellow-haired children looked at him shyly. Jerome squatted down and reached out to touch their tender faces gently.

Then, he took out the bag of 40 silver coins and threw it on the table with a thud.