Corey walked to the window and opened the curtains, allowing the midday sun to penetrate into the room and slightly lighten the darkness.
The light reflected his cheeks pale, probably because he had been hiding in the darkness for too long. He gave people a sickly feeling, and his skin was incredibly white, as if there was no blood flowing underneath it.
"Are you feeling okay?"
Corey asked towards the darkness behind him. He turned around, his movements were very stiff, and he was a little unsteady for a moment.
"It's time to replace this thing."
Corey murmured to himself. After standing firm, he lifted up his coat and saw steel nails hitting his legs. They were mechanically connected together to assist Corey in his movements.
"Well, humans can't escape the attack of time. I used to just feel that my foot was a little lame, but within a few years it became completely lame."
Currie seemed to be talking to another person, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
"What happened at that time? A bomb exploded next to me, and shrapnel cut into my thigh and my chest. Since then, I have been suffering from these diseases. Every year, in order to keep me alive, iron
The law office will spend a lot of money."
As he spoke, Corey touched his chest again. Under the wrap of his clothes, there was a hideous scar that hurt faintly.
There was no reply in the darkness. The other party seemed not to want to pay attention to him, or maybe he was a silent person.
"Let's talk, Ivar, I'm very curious about you Vikings."
As he spoke, Corey opened the curtains completely, and the dazzling sunlight filled the entire room. The dust filled the room and also illuminated the man in the depths.
It was a somewhat thin man, and his exposed skin was somewhat similar to that of Corey. He had probably not been exposed to the sun for too long, giving him a strange pale color.
He was huddled in the corner of the iron bed, wrapped in a blanket, his head lowered, breathing deeply, like a silent sculpture.
Ivar Lodbrok.
There were no obvious scars on the man's body, and it seemed that Ivar had not been tortured or beaten. Apart from the somewhat bad living environment, as a captive and hostage, Ivar's treatment seemed pretty good.
"What are you talking about? There is nothing to talk about."
Probably because he hadn't spoken for too long, Ivar's voice was hoarse.
He raised his head, his sickly face expressionless, but such a speechless expression made Corey feel a beast-like ferocity, as if he was facing some kind of terrible monster.
"Interesting……"
Corey whispered.
Looking at the embarrassed Ivar, even though he had seen him many times, Corey still felt a slight tremor. It was difficult for him to describe Ivar with the existing vocabulary. He was very contradictory and strange.
Perhaps due to the blood of the Vikings, even though Ivar was born with a deformity and his body was extremely weak, under those eyes, it seemed that there was a violent heart bound in this fragile body.
Yes, Ivar is a descendant of the god Odin and a child of the Rodbrok family. If he is really a coward, Corey may be disappointed.
"I just received a letter. The Viking countries sent envoys to exchange hostages with us... which means that your father has agreed to our proposal. In a while, you will leave Gaulnaro and return to the Viking countries.
The country is over, this is probably our last chance to get along, Ivar."
Corey sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Ivar in the corner. After hearing his words, his eyes were obviously shaken a little. It seemed that he did not expect that the Viking countries would really agree with Gaul Naluo.
The proposal, no... this is more than just a proposal, for the Viking countries, it is a threat from Gaul Nalo.
But they compromised. Faced with this threat, they actually compromised.
Ivar's eyes tightened, but soon relaxed. He ignored Curry and just maintained his previous posture, sitting quietly in the corner.
"Don't you have anything to say? This is probably the first time you have left the territory of the Viking countries, right? Gallonaro is much warmer than there, so there is no need for you to wrap yourself in a blanket all the time."
Currie is still trying to communicate with Ivar.
Ivar did not say a word, but grabbed the blanket tightly and wrapped himself tightly.
He raised his head and looked at the world outside the window. There was a beautiful blue sky with warm sunshine falling.
Currie is right. The living environment here is far better than that in the Viking countries. There are no cold winds, extreme low temperatures and endless glaciers.
Sometimes Ivar would feel that the Viking countries were a cursed land, where the sea was always roaring, the solid and cold land could not produce any crops, and the resources were extremely scarce, which even made all the Vikings desperate to survive.
Had to become a pirate.
Thinking this way, Ivar looked a little sad.
"I heard Eileen mention you. You were called father by her...blood relative?"
Ivar finally spoke, and he asked curiously.
"No, I am the father of many people. The Iron Law Bureau needs the most loyal people."
Corey didn't expect Ivar to actually speak. Although the conversation was a little different from what he thought, it was a good start.
Curry knew very little about the Ice King's information. Although the Viking nations were preparing to unite with Gaul Nalo, it was Curry's style to be prepared for everything.
He hoped to get some information from Ivar. Curry also thought about tortured Ivar, but that directly eliminated the potential alliance, so he had no choice but to give up.
"Many people? Irene is one of them?" Ivar asked.
"Yes, I was born in a very bad environment, and there are many people who are just as bad. I gave them the ability to survive, and they worked for me, which is a good deal."
Corey did not answer these questions directly, but from the reverberation of his words, Ivar could already guess a lot of things.
"Irene said you are a lunatic. You can easily give up many things for the rise of Gaul Naro, even if it means selling your soul to the devil."
Ivar said calmly.
"Oh? On the contrary, I feel that I am a very good person... Although I am a bad person to you, but to the people of Gaul Naluo, I am an out-and-out hero. With my efforts,
, Gaulonaluo will usher in a greater tomorrow."
Corey doesn't like to talk about simple good and evil. This is what children would say. He just has a different stance and different benefits.
"And do you think that woman's words are credible? She handed you into my hands. Doesn't it feel bad to be deceived?"
Currie tried to conquer Ivar's heart and struck hard at the damaged area.
Ivar was indifferent and did not respond at all. What was even more strange was that after a short period of calm, there was a slight smile on his face.
"You...don't hate her?"
Corey asked doubtfully.
Ivar shook his head. He seemed to have figured something out and was not as vigilant as before. He leaned against the wall and said leisurely.
"If I don't hate her, how could I hate her?"
"But she cheated on you."
"I know."
Corey felt something was wrong. This must be the first time he had such a close conversation with Ivar. Before that, he had been dealing with matters regarding Orthodoxy with Lawrence, and he didn't have time until now.
"You knew she lied to you and you still followed her?"
"Yeah." Ivar nodded.
"Why?"
Currie asked, if he didn't think Ivar was a fool, then he must have his reasons for doing this.
"Why? I do, that's all."
Ivar didn't understand Corey's doubts, he just answered simply.
"I can't explain this kind of thing. It's like you know it's wrong, but you're still willing to do it just for the short-term happiness. I know it sounds ridiculous, but that's it. I just do it to be with her.
The time we spent together, it doesn’t matter whether it’s real or fake.”
Corey was startled, a little angry and funny.
"You sound like a fool."
"I'm already a fool, and I'm still a disgrace to the Vikings," Ivar said, raising his hands, with shackles hanging on his slender wrists. It was obviously very bad, but he didn't look sad, "People like me
No one, not even the god Odin, will accept me."
"But who cares?"
Ivar said again.
"Human beings are such creatures. Sometimes they abandon everything they have held on to for something ridiculous."
Listening to Ivar's "unrepentant" words, Corey didn't know what to say for a moment. It seemed that Irene might be his best child, and she could deceive such a weird guy into this.
I was so determined that I still have no regrets until now.
"Then what's next for you? After you return to the Viking countries."
Ever since Ivar was kidnapped, he has become a shame to the Viking nations, not to mention that the Viking nations have made concessions because of him. Curry can easily think of Ivar's subsequent stories, but he dare not imagine them.
"Go back? I no longer have the face to see my father. If possible, I want to stay here."