The eldest prince Bjorn went from being pushed into an ice crevice by his younger brother, to feigning death to kill the opponent, and finally committing suicide in front of the divine knight Tanya. Although his short life cannot be called wonderful, it was also full of ups and downs.
Ups and downs.
Perhaps the only regret is that I can no longer reach the peak, nor can I replace my father's position one day in the future and become the Lord of the Permafrost and the King of the Vikings.
No more funerals were held. The news was only notified to some powerful people, but to more people, the eldest prince Bjorn boarded a merchant ship and traveled around while he was young.
Ragnar, the Lord of the frozen soil, rarely attended the royal meeting today. He was seen sitting alone in the room, with the figures of Bjorn and Umber flashing through his mind from time to time.
Although he didn't like his dead wife, the two children were innocent. In Ragnar's heart, he could neither love nor hate them.
As a Viking with the blood of the gods flowing in his body, Ragnar believes that everything has its own destiny, so he can only sigh silently and choose to put all his chips in the future, or in other words, his newly married woman.
Frozen Mother.
"Perhaps this is the fate of you two little guys. I am worthy of the title of 'Lord of the Permafrost', and I am even more confident to make the Vikings live a better life."
"However, I am not a qualified father, neither to Uber who took the first step, nor to you who died under my nose."
Ragnar, the Lord of the frozen soil, took a deep breath, and then put a dagger that Bjorn usually wore into the cabinet. May the dead rest in peace, and the best response for the living is to work hard to survive.<
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The words were divided into two parts. After receiving permission, the palace waiter walked into the courtyard. Rikka poured him a glass of water, while Boom frowned for no reason.
"The eldest prince Bjorn died in the palace last night. I was ordered to come here today to inform you two of the news." The palace attendant bowed and saluted, and then said softly.
Bang! The sugar cake that Rikka had just taken a bite of fell to the ground. She turned to look at Boom in disbelief, hoping that her brother could answer this situation.
"When we brothers and sisters say hello to Divine Knight Tanya, we will tell you that we already know." Boom nodded without surprise, and then replied with a smile.
In his opinion, the blessed knight Tanya is now the mistress of the frozen soil, so she will naturally not tolerate the children left by the old people, not to mention she is a good seedling with good conduct.
Ragnar is just an ordinary person with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years, but Tanya, as a divine knight, has a lifespan of hundreds of years.
The question is naturally very clear, who will be the successor of the Lord of the Tundra in the future? According to the traditional customs of the Vikings, the eldest prince Bjorn should inherit, but if he dies, he will be born to Tanya.
His son succeeded him.
Although Boom has never been a father, and he doesn't even know who his father is, he can understand Tanya's behavior, which is like a lioness fighting her own kind, or like a bud under the shade of a tree.
It can even be said that if this kind of thing happened to him, Boom would probably go further. Since there is a chance to change, why not become the Lord of the frozen soil yourself.
"Rikka, I can't stop you if you want to go out, but you have to promise your brother that you will never hurt anyone today." Boom took a sip of hot tea and spoke again.
However, what responded to him was the sound of broken bricks. Rikka turned around and left angrily, while the poor door turned into powder.
"Lord Boom, I..." The palace attendant lowered his head, fearing that this mysterious Earl would be angry with him.
"You can find someone to fix this place. I'll go for a walk." Boom smiled bitterly and shook his head, then stood up and left. Although he didn't stop Rikka, he wouldn't wait at home stupidly.
In a stone tower in the palace, Tanya, the divine knight, was holding a quill, sometimes looking down at official documents, and sometimes looking out the window at the falling snow.
At the far end of the table, two pieces of white sugar cake were still warm, and a glass of milk was pure white. She was waiting, waiting for the arrival of the little girl.
As expected, it only took more than ten minutes for the other party to stand in front of him after hearing the news. He saw Rikka closing the wooden door with her backhand and glaring at him fiercely.
"As expected, you are here. Sit down and talk. It happens that the sugar cake has not yet cooled down." Tanya, the God's Blessing Knight, smiled and raised her chin, indicating that the other party should sit down first and then talk.
"Why did you kill Bjorn? How did he offend you? Even if you don't like it, you can exile him or even imprison him in the palace."
Rikka ignored the other party's overtures and asked the key point directly. However, in the other party's view, this question was a sign of indifference.
"I am now the Tundra Matron, and Bjorn is the old man. Ragnar and I will definitely have children in the future, so he has become a stumbling block."
"Whether you believe it or you doubt it, Bjorn committed suicide after figuring out these problems. There is no need for me to lie to you."
Tanya, the Blessed Knight, said softly that she did not blame the other party for his doubts, because it was what a normal person should be like. At least this kind of simplicity is far more precious than hypocrisy.
Rikka stood there blankly. Although she was simple in nature, she was not an idiot. To be honest, if she were the other party, she would probably do the same thing.
The wooden door closed again with a bang. Except for the two pieces of white sugar cake, there was no trace of damage in the room. Tanya, the Divine Blessing Knight, picked up the official document again, as if these things were nothing more than a snowstorm.
"Well done, at least you can control your emotions freely now." Boom, who was waiting outside the palace gate, nodded, and then motioned for Rikka to return to the small courtyard with him.
"Although things are understandable, people don't like this ending." Liuhua drooped her little head and replied weakly.
"You and I are just strangers, just passers-by living here. The frozen continent is not our destination. It is wise to read more and speak less."
Boom took the initiative to hold the opponent's little hand, and then pulled up the hood of the leather robe. Rikka nodded silently, and the last trace of reluctance in his eyes gradually disappeared.
Time passes day by day, and the door to the small courtyard has not been opened since Bjorn's death. Boom and Rikka sit in the room every day, either joking with each other, or traveling between the dimensional space and the real world.
Both of them are no longer in the mood to meddle in other people's business. What the frozen continent is like now and what it will be like in the future are all its destined fate.
A week later, the palace attendant came again, but was stopped by four high-level knights who were secretly protecting him. Rikka made it clear to them that he would either be killed or block all visitors.
"I am here on the orders of Mistress Tanya. I hope Lord Boom and Miss Rikka can attend tonight's banquet." The palace waiter explained helplessly.
"Go back, or send someone with a higher status. If we let you in, you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow morning." A high-ranking knight waved his hand and then reminded in a low voice.
"The two adults inside don't seem to have any plans to go out recently. And according to my observation, although Miss Rikka doesn't say it, she is extremely dissatisfied with the death of the eldest prince."
Another high-ranking knight pulled the other person out of the alley. After explaining the true situation, he also sighed helplessly. Hearing this, the palace attendant had no choice but to turn around and leave. The invitation letter with still wet ink could only be