At midnight that day, Ragnar returned to the village with a sullen face, while Tanya, the divine knight beside him, still had the same emotionless expression.
The wooden houses lit up one after another, and the nobles dressed neatly and walked towards the palace surrounded by their servants. The white cloaks of the principality's cavalry rustled, and the supposedly silent village was extremely noisy.
For whom the death knell tolls, because the eldest prince Bjorn is lying quietly in the wind and snow, his originally strong body covered with dirty blood.
The hall was crowded with people, but no one made any sound, and even the gasps seemed extremely suppressed.
The figures of Boom and Rikka were huddled in a certain shadow. The former looked around at everyone coldly, while the latter was chewing snacks heartlessly.
The Lord of the Permafrost, Ragna, frowned upon hearing this, but in the end he did not open his mouth to blame. Tanya, the Divine Blessing Knight, snorted coldly, and the twilight sword burst out into a dazzling ray of fighting spirit, and the stream of light on the star buckler rotated. p>
But what followed was Rikka's beastly aura. Although she and the other party were sisters, they would not hold back in battle.
Click! A glass window shattered instantly. Ragna raised his hand to signal Tanya to stop this provocation, and Boom also held onto Rikka, who was full of fighting spirit.
"My Bjorn died, died under the crevices of the ice, died in the vast ice field."
"In a few hours, I will personally preside over the soul-dispersing ceremony, not only to send my son off for the last journey, but also to hope that everyone can take a warning and not throw their lives away casually outside the village."
"And because of the death of the eldest prince, Umber has become the successor from now on. From now on, you must treat him like you treat me without any discrimination or contempt."
Ragna caressed the exquisite handbag, and finally stood up slowly, reaching the stairs just like he did before. His eyes never raised, as if the blanket under his feet was a rare treasure.
The ministers greeted them softly, and all the nobles bowed and saluted. However, only they themselves know how many of them were sincere.
"Bjorn and I went to explore the ice field the day before yesterday, but he had a very high self-esteem and did not take any danger seriously, and I was unable to stop him."
"So that evening, my brother Bjorn lost his footing and fell into a crevice in the ice, and then there was no sound again. As an ordinary person, I was unable to rescue him."
"Everyone must know what happened next. Although I tried my best to rush back to the village, my brother Bjorn still entered the Hall of Valor."
The second prince Ubo described it in a serious manner, and even squeezed out a few tears. However, no one believed this kind of thing, but he could not find any flaws.
The death of the eldest prince is the most beneficial to Umber. This is an unchangeable fact, and it is the source of all mysteries. But if there is no evidence, no one is willing to come forward to speak out for a dead man.
"Umber, can you explain the fatal injury on Bjorn's back, because it looks more like it was caused by a dagger rather than an impact when he fell into the ice crevice."
Ragnar interrupted Umber's words, and saw him stroking the exquisite cane while raising doubts without emotion.
"It is probably caused by the spikes in the ice crevices. Not to mention my brother, even ordinary high-level professionals will have a headache if they know those things."
"Besides this reason, there is no other possibility. Although it sounds outrageous, it is actually the case."
After the second prince Umber finished speaking, he lowered his head and stopped talking to anyone. Ragnar sighed, and then was helped by Tanya and slowly walked out of the hall.
The first ray of light in the morning crossed the horizon, and the funeral ceremony for the eldest prince Bjorn also began. This was a unique funeral method of the Vikings. No one cried, no one grieved, and no one remembered his life.
Everything.
Smiling faces poured into the ice field from the village, and finally stopped outside the ice crack. The souls were buried and the souls were buried. They regarded death as a kind of relief, and it was the only way to the Hall of Valor.
The eldest prince Bjorn lay quietly in the wooden coffin, the second prince Umber never left his side, Ragnar, the Lord of the frozen soil, followed silently, and Tanya, the blessed knight, stayed behind to guard the village.
"Rikka, you don't have any other ideas. Today is not the right time to fool around." The two walked at the back of the team, like two ordinary people watching the fun.
"Eh? Why do you think so, brother? Now that I have lost a beloved disciple, you know how sad it is, the heartbreaking kind."
Even though Rikka said so, the snacks in her mouth never stopped. And looking at her expression, there was no hint of sadness.
Boom shook his head helplessly, and then took out the black wooden staff. He could allow Rikka to do whatever he wanted, but he could not relax his vigilance.
On the ice lake, the body of the eldest prince Ragnar was wrapped in wheat straw, and everyone offered food and even a few rare flowers and plants.
The six maids who volunteered to be buried held daggers, smiled and nodded to everyone, while humming the Viking war cry in a low voice.
An old man walked out of the crowd tremblingly. When the tip of the arrow in his hand ignited flames, he was ready to complete the last step of the funeral.
The wooden boat slowly began to burn, and fierce smoke rose into the sky, obscuring everyone's sight, and also melting the snow on the surface of the glacial lake.
Ragnar paused his cane and took the lead in uttering a syllable, and then everyone echoed in agreement, and the Viking war roar instantly resounded across the sky.
No matter the poor or the nobles, everyone unsheathed their weapons. Blood spurted out from everyone's left palm, and the ice butterfly flag in the air buzzed.
"The brave warriors are about to enter the Hall of Valor. As mortals, we can only offer our most sincere blessings."
"The wind and snow will turn into carriages, the ice field butterflies will turn into giant wheels, the flames will melt all obstacles, the dew will feed on them, and the sunset will dye the sky red."
"Hate will eventually return to dust. When spring comes and flowers bloom next year, they will bloom with the most brilliant colors."
"May the deceased rest in peace, may the soul return to the embrace of the gods, may the road ahead be smooth, may the sky be blue, and the sea water be clear."
The huge song echoed on the ice field, and Rikka hummed along with interest, but Boom turned and looked at the village. He wondered why the blessed knight did not show up, and wondered what Ragnar, the Lord of the frozen soil, was doing.
of calmness.
Frankly speaking, if I had exchanged places with the other party, I would have probably lost my mind a long time ago. Let alone attending a funeral, I might not even have the strength to cope with such a scene.
However, the way the other party behaves now is not like a father who has just lost his son, but more like a cold-eyed bystander just like himself.
"Rikka, if something happens in a while, you can't leave me, let alone do anything willful." Boom grabbed the other person and whispered.
"I know, I have no interest in getting involved. As long as they don't do it for their brothers, Rikka won't hurt anyone."
"The show is about to start, brother, don't blink, otherwise you won't even be able to refund the ticket money."
Rikka chuckled, and then grabbed Boom's arm. The bunch of hair on his head kept shaking, which was a sign of his excitement.