The dazzling sunlight scattered across the world, the surface of the ice sea sparkled, and a three-masted sailing ship appeared on the horizon, and then quickly approached.
At the Forgotten Strait garrison, swordsman Cervantes is standing silently by the fjord, followed by all the principality cavalry in the Forgotten Strait, and everyone is dressed up to attend.
Each scimitar was polished and brand new, the armor was spotless, and Cervantes also put on a rare brocade robe. Although ordinary people in the fjord were confused, they did not dare to ask any questions and chose to hide back home.
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More than half an hour later, the three-masted sailing ship slowly docked, the wooden steps were lowered with the clatter of iron ropes, and a middle-aged man walked out first.
Gold-inlaid leather robes, lifelike lion patterns, four-series magic crystal canes that represent royal power, and spotless antelope leather boots.
Click! Click! The horns and heels collided with the deck, making extremely regular sounds. The middle-aged man finally stepped into the frozen continent and stood in front of Cervantes.
"Greetings, Your Majesty the Marquis, I welcome you to visit the frozen continent in person this time. I am very ashamed of the so-called garrison in the Forgotten Strait."
Cervantes bowed and saluted, but the salute he gave was that of a warrior, not that of a noble. This was the highest etiquette he could think of, and it directly brought the other person, an ordinary person, into the position of a "swordsman" like himself. But his humility was destined to come to nothing, because the other party didn't care about him at all, or in other words, he didn't take him as a swordsman seriously.
"I didn't expect that you Vikings are not only vulgar in character, but also extremely despicable in life. I am a noble, and you actually repay me with the gift of a warrior."
"I'm a little tired. Send someone to take me to take a rest. As for the goods this time, you can take care of it yourself!" The noble middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently, and was immediately led by the guards to walk towards the largest building in the Forgotten Strait.
Go.
Cervantes' hands were always suspended in mid-air, and his waist never straightened up. A few veins slowly squirmed at his temples, and the scabbard on his waist had been loosened.
He stood up silently, and then turned to look at the opponent. The fighting spirit unique to the swordsman spread, and the snow on the originally silent ground instantly rose.
"Sir, I refuse to accept it! Even if you execute your subordinate today, I will still kill that arrogant and domineering bastard!"
"What the hell! It's just a useless piece of trash. It should come to our frozen continent and make noise!"
"If that guy can block even one of my moves, I will immediately kill myself on the ice sheet without any complaints."
"What a bully! King Ogu is not a Viking. Where does he have the confidence? He is just seeking death!"
After the aristocratic middle-aged man walked away, the guards beside Cervantes could no longer suppress their inner anger. If they had not taken the other party's identity into consideration, these burly men must have beaten him long ago.
The Forgotten Strait is the only fjord in the frozen continent open to the outside world, so let alone Cervantes, even these principality cavalry are top-notch masters.
Although the mid-level warriors are mediocre, nearly a hundred mid-level warriors are still an amazing force. They have been stationed here all year round, and they have seen the faces of other principalities and seen enough of the disdain of foreign caravans, but
But he never forgot his identity as a Viking.
"Isn't it like this every year? Just endure it for two days and it's over. We can't bring trouble to the frozen continent."
"When the matter is over, I, Cervantes, will personally apologize to my brothers, so I hope you will abide by your duties."
Cervantes sighed, and then followed in the footsteps of the noble middle-aged man. Seeing that his commander had said this, the principal cavalry did not want to cause trouble anymore.
I saw them skillfully commanding the three-masted sailboat, and finally it stopped steadily in the center of the fjord. Each wooden box made deep marks on the snow, but as for the three-meter-high giant, it was finally thrown alone in the fjord.
Port.
The principal's cavalry guarded it tightly, but those small wooden boxes were sent to Cervantes' mansion. It was almost evening, and the music with the characteristics of the ancient city sounded leisurely, forgetting everything in the strait.
The nobles split into the banquet hall, smiling and bowing.
A middle-aged aristocratic man from the ancient city stood at the top, and saw that he had reached the position of Cervantes without a single polite word.
The lion pattern reflects the candlelight, and the four-series magic crystal cane is leaning against the leg. The lacquered document is slowly spread out, and Fernando's autographed letter is spoken.
"As King of Ogu, I send these exiles to the frozen continent, and Adrian is the recipient."
"Gods above, may the Vikings last for tens of millions of years, inherit the will of the gods, and spread the grace of the gods."
Cervantes and a group of nobles bowed and saluted, but this salute was unique to the Vikings and was very different from ordinary noble salutes.
The middle-aged nobleman from Aogu City snorted coldly when he saw this, and threw the letter in his hand to the ground, looking extremely unhappy.
But when everyone was deeply embarrassed, he shouted loudly, signaling his guards to carry the "gifts" in. The exquisite wooden door opened again, and wooden boxes were carried in one by one.
"Ah, what is that? Gods are above, right? These are the gifts that King Ogu asked me to bring. Although they are a little insufficient, I believe you will not refuse them."
With a wave of the noble middle-aged man's hand, the wooden boxes were opened by the guards, revealing the contents. However, everyone present was stunned. They lowered their heads and remained silent, but the impatient ones shouted out directly.
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Cervantes' face turned cold and he thought: This is not a gift from King Ogu. It is clearly a bastard like you who is filling your own pockets and embarrassing our frozen continent.
Nearly a hundred magic crystals are scattered on the ground. Although they are colorful, they are only low-grade items. There are even many scrapped additions mixed in among them.
The scrawny goats were paralyzed in the wooden box. Perhaps they were afraid of the sudden brightness, and most of them fainted. As for those who were still breathing, they looked shaky.
The pigs are moaning and groaning as they die, but if there is a butcher present, they can tell at a glance that these things are just sterilized garbage.
Rotten vegetables emit a foul odor, fruits covered with black mold have sprouted mushrooms on their surfaces, bread has long been rotten, and seeds are wet and loose.
"Now, these are gifts. You must always be grateful and always know your place."
"Of course, I will not come empty-handed. This is five hundred gold coins. It is all a thank you gift to thank you all for gathering here tonight."
Wow! The gold coins were thrown into the air by the guard, and then scattered with jingling sounds. The faces of all the nobles present were stunned. No one could accept this insult, even if the other party was the envoy of King Aogu.
"Thank you King Ogu for your generosity, but it's getting late. Sir, you'd better rest early." Seeing that something was wrong, Cervantes immediately led the other party out of the banquet hall.
The best hospitality was regarded as neglect, with constant insults and harsh words. If he had not been stationed in the Forgotten Straits, Cervantes would have already drawn the scimitar from his waist.
However, the facts will not change for anyone. In the eyes of King Augu, the frozen continent is just a cesspit for lions, which can only silently digest the other party's death row prisoners and thugs.