Wiping away the blood that obscured his sight, the boy finally saw clearly the man standing in front of him: tall, as straight as a tree; a set of white robes with gold trim, a simple yet dignified look; on his left
There are six swords hanging on the waist on the right side, with different shapes, but they are all ordinary and not decorated at all.
There were many gorgeous swords on the ground, lying silently on the ground with their masters, soaked in their master's blood. Each sword could not leave the scabbard. The man stepped on these gorgeous swords disapprovingly.
It's like stepping on some garbage under your feet.
——A sword is a tool used to kill people and does not need to be decorated.
There was only one sword, one-third of its length drawn out. The owner of the sword was unusually tall, and probably no horse could carry him. The man stopped in front of the sword, turned his head to the boy, and nodded with his toes.
The owner of the sword asked:
"who is he?"
Wiping away the blood again, the boy gritted his teeth and replied:
"He is Rolf the Walker, the bravest warrior under Ragnar Lodbrok."
"Lodbrok? The new pirate king?"
The man suddenly raised his foot and touched the boy's neck with his toes:
"Rolfe is chasing you with thirty men? Who are you?"
Although it was only a shoe that was pressing against the boy's neck, the boy had already felt the tremendous weight coming from the shoe. Probably as long as the shoe was gently handed forward, the boy's head would completely roll off his neck.
But the boy didn't show the slightest fear. Although he was dying from his injuries, his eyes looked like a hungry beast.
"My name is Hestein. The son of Hero King Aleister."
Before the boy could finish his words, the man suddenly kicked him out. The boy whined and turned his body backwards several times.
"Who did I say it was? It turned out to be the son of the previous Pirate King. Don't let me see you in Antilia again."
The man rubbed his shoes on the ground in disgust and turned to leave, but the boy's thin voice came from behind him:
"Mistertin, teach me your sword skills."
"Mistertin? Few people dare to call me that."
The man turned around, with a murderous look in his eyes.
"Want to learn my swordsmanship? What do you want to do with it?"
"Lodbrok defeated my father in the duel and took away his father's territory. I will surpass him and take back my father's territory."
"You want me to personally train the next Pirate King?"
Mistertin put his toe lightly on Hestein's shoulder, and the boy suddenly let out another miserable cry - his arm was dislocated due to Mistertin's move.
"What I hate most are pirates! I say it again, leave Antilia immediately! If I find you still here tomorrow morning, I will kick you into the sea!"
Under Mistertin's gaze, the boy held his dislocated arm and stood up slowly. Mistertin will never forget the terrifying smile that hung on the corner of the boy's mouth at that time:
"If it's dislocated, just put it back together."
After a more tragic wail, the boy slowly lowered his head raised in pain. His eyes were red as if they were about to ooze blood:
"Mistertin, I want to learn your swordsmanship."
Before he finished speaking, the boy's body had already flown up to the height of two stories, and then fell heavily back to the beach. Before the boy could get up, Mistertin stepped on the boy's right hand and crushed his right hand.
It was shattered:
"Can you try it again?"
Even in this situation, the boy still tried his best to raise his head and said:
"I want to learn your sword..."
He fainted from the pain before he could finish these words. Mistertin shook his head, waved his hands and left.
The waves lapped at Hestein like a fish dead on the beach.
As night fell, a steady drizzle began. The waves of chill woke up the young Hestein. A layer of mist enveloped the entire Antilia, as if it was suffocating the island to death.
Hestein felt that the heat in his body was being taken away rapidly. In the midst of the chill, he vaguely saw the transparent God of Death walking over, coaxing him to sleep with a very seductive voice.
Suddenly, a clear ringtone rang. In a daze, young Hestein heard the conversation between the two girls:
"Sister, my father just said not to take care of him."
"Shh, that's why we came here secretly, isn't it? Lily, come and help, put him on the stretcher."
The owner of the voice gradually came closer. They were two girls who looked similar and seemed to be a pair of sisters. The older one was about the same age as Hestein, and the younger one was eight or nine years younger than Hestein.
They carried Hestein onto a makeshift stretcher and lifted him up unsteadily.
The bell on the girl's hand rang continuously. Whenever the young Hestein's consciousness was about to fall into the abyss of eternity, the bell would always bring him back to reality.
When he woke up again, he was already lying on a bed.
The elder sister of the two girls was lying beside the bed, her clear eyes looking up and down at him curiously. When she found out that Hestein had woken up, she suddenly became excited, regardless of Hestein's physical condition.
She jumped on the bed and pressed her hands on both sides of Hestein's head. The bell on her hand dinged again.
She asked excitedly: "You are that Aleister's son, right?"
Hestein nodded in astonishment. The sister became even more excited, asking in rapid succession: "What kind of person is he? How tall is he? I heard that he has been looking for the legendary Vinland.
Is it true? Have you found it? Is Vinland as rich as the legend?..."
This series of questions made young Hestein feel upset. He stretched out his hand to push the person away, but was surprised to find that his hand was wrapped in an exaggerated number of cloth strips, which were already thicker than his waist.
Already.
The girl scratched the tip of her nose sheepishly: "Ah...well, actually I'm not very good at bandaging."
Hestein tried to move his feet again, but found that he couldn't move either - his whole body was tightly tied together with bandages, making him look like a mummy.
"This is the bandaging technique I learned from the ancient books of the Tepui civilization! Does it look decent?"
Hestein was unable to complain and could only lie down on the bed resigned to his fate. The girl's face was directly above him, and the big eyes staring at Hestein were full of vitality and curiosity.
"who are you?"
"I am the daughter of Hunter Mystertin, the lord of this island, Vigdis Mystertin. Just call me Vigdis. I will convince my father to let you stay on the island. Father
You are very stubborn and won’t teach you the swordsmanship of the Mistertin clan, but I can teach you while learning. How about I treat you well?”
"what do you want?"
"I heard that your father Aleister has been exploring areas beyond the North Sea. I want to hear his adventure stories, such as Vinland, Vinland, and Vinland!"
