"King of Beasts, do you want to run to the Alemanni Federation to avoid Ragnar's attack?"
Alfred braced himself and analyzed for him: "Judging from the consistent action style of the Count of Île-de-France, he may surrender and give you Normandy as soon as you launch the attack. If you are willing to pay taxes to him, even
You may have received his blessing. But do you really think Ragnar will let you go like this? This group of pirates almost took over the entire Britain! Moreover, you killed three of his sons one after another this time!"
"Killed his three sons." Hestein repeated this sentence, and then turned his attention to Ella and Amy. Whether it was Sigurd, Halfdan or Ivar, they were all killed.
Get rid of these two women.
Needless to say. At this moment, the thought flashed through everyone's mind: If they were handed over to Ragnar, maybe...
Hestein hammered the table hard, drawing everyone's attention back to himself. Then, he stared at Ella and Amy with red eyes and said:
"You are free."
"Freedom...?" Ella didn't understand the meaning of his words for a moment.
"You are no longer my prisoners, and I don't want to charge you any ransom. You are free and can go wherever you want! But you must leave Zealand immediately and are not allowed to set foot in this land again! From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere.
Get one step closer to my people!"
Mei Li couldn't help but interjected: "Here and there, we are giving them freedom, but we are clearly exiling them..."
"That's right, it's banishment." Hestein interrupted Melly rudely. He pointed at Ella and Amy with his left hand towards the door and shouted, "Get out of here right now, Qiqiu is not welcome here.
Imperials!"
"I understand." Ella stood up and took Amy's hand, "Amy, let's go."
"Sister Shield Girl..."
Ella looked at Gan and smiled miserably: "Sorry, Gan, I really can't win for you."
After saying that, she took Amy and walked out without looking back.
Alfred's helpless voice came from inside the house: "Since you, King of Beasts, are determined to move to Normandy, then I have to return to my England."
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The boat was prepared by Hestein. It was a small fishing boat, docked alone on the shore, and could only accommodate three people.
As captured prisoners, Ella and the others did not have anything that could be called luggage. Amy picked out a few things to wear from her pile of clothes, and Ella brought her crowbar.
The telescope and books, Little Rice and Fenrir cannot be taken away, they can only be left in Zealand, hoping that some kind-hearted people can adopt them.
The two of them took their belongings and ran back and forth between Hestein's house and the fishing boat twice before they finished moving their belongings.
The shore was quiet and deserted. When the two of them walked to the boat, the boat swayed slightly and quickly stopped, without causing too much waves in the sea of Zealand.
Gan ran over from a distance in a panic, carrying a bag.
"Sister Shield Girl, you forgot to bring emergency food, you will starve to death at sea!"
Amy thanked Ella and took the bag full of food from Gan.
"Sister Shield Girl!" Gan looked at Ella seriously and said, "Let me take you out of the sea!"
Ella shook her head: "Don't worry about me, I won't get lost on the sea."
After listening to Ella's words, Amy touched Gan's head: "Go back. Hestein and the others should be leaving for Normandy soon, so don't leave the group."
Gan bit his mouth, stamped his feet unwillingly, turned around and ran out. Looking at his back, Ella sighed softly and sat down on the boat.
"Your Majesty, where are we going next?" Amy lifted the oar and asked subconsciously. But when she saw Ella's face twitching, she hurriedly covered her mouth, realizing that she had said the wrong thing.
——Where else can they go?
The sky is so vast that it seems to extend endlessly in all directions; the sea is also so vast that no one can see the edge.
"Then...Your Majesty, what are you going to do in the future?"
"I'm tired of politics and war. Just find a place, stay anonymous, and become a scholar."
Amy sighed softly.
The fishing boat gradually sailed away from Zealand. Half a day later, the land disappeared from sight. They were thrown on the vast sea.
"Your Majesty, do you want to hear a story?"
"Um."
"Or listen to the story of Princess Tabatha?"
Ella looked in the direction of Zealand and said: "No... let's change it. I'm leaving Zealand, and I kind of want to hear their stories."
"As for their fairy tales, I do know some of them."
"Then... let's talk about Odin's story."
Hearing the word "Odin", Amy's heart suddenly sank. Ella was defeated by Odin's protection. Obviously, she was still worried about this matter. In order to make Ella more capable
Being happier, Amy forced out a smile and said:
"Then... let me talk about Odin's death."
"The death of Odin? Isn't Odin their god-king?"
"Yes, Odin is the king of the gods believed by these northern tribesmen. He is also the god of war, wisdom, and death. However, their myths predict Odin's death - more than
It's Odin, and they believe that the entire world will eventually be destroyed."
While rowing the boat, Amy talked about the end of the world in the myths of these northern people:
The long harsh winter. The death of Baldr, the god of light. The giant wolf Fenrir broke free from his shackles. The giant snake Jormungandr woke up from the mud bed of the sea. The giant dragon Nidhogg hollowed out the roots of the world tree. With the sun
and the moon was devoured, the day of the final battle arrived. Loki, the god of trickery and fire, regained his freedom and used his ship of the dead, Najirfa, to transport the enemies of the gods to the battlefield.
"And Odin will die under the sharp teeth of Fenrir in this battle - this is the twilight of the gods."
Ella's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Amy, is there any paper?"
"Paper? Well...there are some."
Amy didn't know what Ella wanted to do, so she hurriedly took out a stack of paper.
"Do you have a pen?"
"No...no."
Ella bit her finger and used the blood to write something on the paper.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" Amy was startled and leaned over to take a look. What Ella wrote on the paper was a series of difficult to understand numbers. However, Ella's expression followed the series of numbers.
As I wrote down, I gradually relaxed.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity... Amy, sail the ship back to Zealand immediately!"
