The monthly gladiator performance ended successfully, and the legend of the "Yum Victorious Warrior" filled the streets and alleys. Carrying a giant fish-bone sword, Davo ran into the distance and embarked on a journey with the will of his partners.
The giant gate of the arena has long been closed, but people who still have unfinished ideas are still talking endlessly. The carriage embroidered with the two-headed dragon pattern drove towards the palace, the journey was smooth, and no one dared to stop it.
Aguero, the captain of the palace guard who was driving the carriage, glanced at the passers-by coldly. If he even took a step closer to the carriage, he would be killed on the spot.
But inside the carriage, it was not as serious as this. The conversation between the two men never stopped, and the hearty laughter reserved for macho men sometimes floated out of the car window.
"Lord Ragnar, are you satisfied with this gladiator performance? It's better to come early than to come early." Grand Duke Grylls said with a smile.
"The great swordsman who won in the end was very powerful, but the performance was just a performance. Although it looked good, it still didn't make sense."
A middle-aged man with disheveled hair laughed, but the disdain in his eyes was completely concealed.
Ragnar, the envoy from the frozen continent and a subordinate of the Viking Adrian. Although he looks carefree, he often even cares about his image.
But legend has it that he is the pride of the Vikings and the smartest man in the entire frozen continent. His reputation in recent years has even surpassed that of the leader Adrian.
So driven by this weird rumor, Ragnar has been traveling among the major principalities all year round, nominally serving as an envoy, but this is actually a disguised form of exile.
With the fiery personality of a normal Viking, he would have already launched a rebellion war because of this. But Ragnar chose to endure it, which is why he can survive to this day.
Maybe Ragnar is waiting for an opportunity, or maybe he has no intention of usurping the position of leader. But no one else knows about this except himself.
The carriage finally stopped in front of the stone steps of the palace hall. Aguero bowed and saluted, and Grand Duke Grylls and Ragnar walked up hand in hand.
The door of the banquet hall slowly opened, and the melodious melody passed into the ears. The Cisse nobles nodded in greeting, but the scene that came down made everyone dumbfounded.
I saw Ragnar and his four men, neither the usual opening remarks of the nobles, nor the slightest humility. The hungry wolf enters the sheepfold, and the pig gnaws the cabbage.
Expensive wine was flying in the air, and beautifully designed food was roughly stuffed into their mouths. Everyone didn't know what to do and turned to look at Grand Duke Grylls.
Perhaps only those musicians still maintained their basic literacy and still played music. The vulgarity of the Vikings was vividly displayed at this moment, but Ragnar and his party, as the protagonists, did not care about it.
Grand Duke Grylls sighed, and Aguero's eyelids twitched wildly next to him. It's so unruly, no! The other party is simply a group of uncivilized barbarians.
But Aguero, who wanted to stop him, was stopped by Grylls. Because these are just small things, and they must not be missed from the main business.
"This lord is Lord Ragnar from the frozen continent, and he is a wise man who has never been seen in the village for thousands of years. Let us raise a toast together to welcome the envoy!"
Grand Duke Grylls looked calm and said loudly while holding his wine glass high. All the nobles also returned to normal, and applause broke out in the banquet hall.
The gears of time seemed to start turning again, the setting sun was quietly replaced by the bright moon, and the laughter in the banquet hall was fueled by alcohol, tending to become more and more intense.
"I'm ashamed of myself in a round of fighting, but when it comes to drinking, I really haven't convinced anyone."
"I heard that you Vikings all like to wear braids. Is there any special significance?"
"Is the frozen continent really covered with ice and snow all year round? Is there anything else that is different from us?"
Conversations continued one after another, and everyone seemed to be immersed in this atmosphere. However, they did not notice that the two protagonists disappeared without knowing when.
This is the study of Grand Duke Grylls, the royal palace, and even the entire High Court's forbidden area. Unless invited, anyone who comes near will surely die without a burial place.
A huge crystal chandelier lights up the stone room, and the spotless desk is covered with official documents. However, there are no two-headed dragon patterns here, and there are no usual smiles.
"Let's talk about serious matters now, Lord Ragnar." Grand Duke Grylls took a sip of wine and said softly.
The originally bold and unruly Viking slowly raised his head. A pair of beast-like eyes emerged from his messy long hair.
"The Principality of Sisai has formed an alliance with the Tundra Continent. You provide minerals and we provide food." Grand Duke Grylls said again.
The sound echoed in the empty room, and the Viking Ragnar was still looking around, sometimes touching here, sometimes staring at a certain oil painting.
"Of course, if these are Adrian's promises, then just pretend I didn't say them." Grand Duke Grylls put down his wine glass and looked at him with a smile.
It was only at this moment that Ragnar stopped. He turned his head and looked back at Grylls, with an aura that was no less than that of the Grand Duke who was as famous as King Ogu.
"I am not the king of the frozen continent. You seem to have asked the wrong person." This was Ragnar's first sentence after arriving here.
"There are no windows, no unnecessary guards, and no useless things." Ragnar said the second sentence.
"I don't have the habit of making promises in advance. I'm sure Grand Duke Cisse doesn't think I can influence the situation." After saying the last sentence, Ragnar began to play with a magic crystal again.
The goblin clock clicked and twisted, and dry firewood crackled in the fireplace. The stone room was silent, and the two superiors were thinking about their own problems.
"Instead of regretting because of indecision, it is better to die and then despair. If you don't move forward, you will get nothing. Are you right?"
Grand Duke Grylls stood up and threw a prepared official document to the other party. Just below his signature, there was a line of small words: I would like to take this small gift to congratulate the future of the frozen continent.
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Ragnar's mission to Highgarden ultimately ended in failure. After sending the "unfortunate" news back to the tundra continent with an owl, Ragnar fell asleep.
He didn't care if Adrian would make him angry because of this. Years of travel had always warned him, but it was also a rare opportunity.
Ragnar unknowingly learned to be cunning and indifferent to life, and he also knew when to shut up and when to sleep.
However, Grand Duke Grylls was still sitting by the fire at this moment. He told the change in the stone room that there was only one more person. This person disappeared like a shadow, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
"Do you want to fight that blessed knight? If this is your choice, I will not stop you." Grand Duke Grylls asked softly as he fiddled with the fire.
"The meaning of my existence is to protect you. Although I yearn for fighting, I have no chance of winning the duel." Aguero closed his eyes and bowed to salute.
The first day of the Maixiang Month came quietly, but Boom, who had just finished his training, was planning tomorrow's trip with Rikka. But the two of them did not know the danger that was about to appear ahead.