The atmosphere at this moment was a little subtle, and the nerves that had been numbed by alcohol suddenly sobered up.
Ragnar looked at Lorenzo with a smile, and Lorenzo looked into his eyes without avoiding it. The two looked at each other for a while, ending with Lorenzo looking away.
this……
Lorenzo opened his mouth to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, he took it back. Perhaps this is the so-called "phototaxis". Bad things come one after another, becoming a mess.
"Floki, the shipbuilder, is the lord of Lingbing Bay. He is a guy who likes to explore the sea. He rarely has the opportunity to set foot on land during the year and spends almost all of his time on the sea."
Ragnar told what he knew about Floki.
"His connection with the Doomsday Society starts with the Sea of Silence. You may not believe that Floki holds the most complete nautical chart in the Western world. This is the fruit of his many years, but this map
The map is not perfect, and he has not been able to fully explore only the last sea area."
"Sea of Silence."
Lorenzo replied that from Shrike's narration, he learned about what happened ten years ago and also learned about Floki's persistence in the Silent Sea.
"Well, it seems you don't know anything," Ragnar said.
"Ten years ago, our people cooperated with Floki, but he was the only one who came back alive... So how did Floki get involved with the Final Society?"
Lorenzo asked, if there is such a relationship, he will have to make changes to his next plan. Based on his understanding of the Final Society in his memory, Lingbing Bay may have changed drastically now.
"The pioneer of the Final Society. It is said that he has gone deep into the Silent Sea several times and communicated with the gods at the end of the Silent Sea. Although it sounds ridiculous, what we can know is that the Final Society does have the ability to penetrate into the Silent Sea.
, and Floki wants to conquer that sea so much that he will happily join the Final Society even to go deep into the Sea of Silence."
Ragnar continued to talk about information about Floki and the Doomsday Society.
"So Floki is your enemy? If a lord openly joins the Society of the End, it must have an impact on your rule, right?" Lorenzo asked.
Ragna paused for a moment, thought about it, and smiled helplessly.
"It's hard for me to judge this. Floki did blatantly join the Final Society. His behavior promoted the spread of the Final Society in the Viking countries, but what's interesting is... the Final Society seems to be helping again.
I."
"help you?"
"Remember the ultimate goal of the Final Society?" Ragnar's voice became softer, "Death, absolute death."
"Not long ago, the Final Society in Lengbing Bay held a rally, the last rally. Everyone died in the fire at that rally. My spies got the news in advance. It is said that the Pioneers will appear at that rally.
In order to explore the secret of the Silent Sea, Floki also participated in this final gathering.
This is a very good opportunity. If Floki really died in the fire, it would be great news for me. His Ice Bay is very important in the Viking countries, but it is not under my control.
Now Floki's focus is on the exploration of the Silent Sea. Once he no longer focuses on this and is coerced by other lords, it will be a great threat to me."
"You want Floki dead."
The king in front of him was not softened by alcohol. He was cruel and ruthless. In the sound of Lorenzo's words, he answered slowly.
"To be precise, I hope all the lords can die, but this is obviously unrealistic. It will take me decades to complete this.
What’s interesting is that Floki did not die in the fire. This guy never really believed in the Doomsday Society, and he only used each other with them. He did not join this carnival of death and became the only one in the gathering.
The survivor returned to his residence..."
Ragnar's voice hesitated a little, and he continued.
"Perhaps there is another survivor, the pioneer."
"But it's difficult for me to give you any information about these. After all, each territory is governed by its lord, and the scope of my influence is limited."
"It's a really complicated situation." Lorenzo felt a little headache.
"It's not complicated, Mr. Holmes. You just need to trust the sword and gun in your hand. You don't have to worry too much. Now the Viking countries and Inverg are tied to the same chariot. Even if you
Kill Floki and wipe out the Final Society, and no one will blame you."
Ragnar said meaningfully, and Lorenzo understood what he meant, which made him a little unhappy.
"A borrowed knife to kill someone?"
"Not really. You need Floki as your navigator, and in this ghostly place like the Silent Sea, some accidents will inevitably happen. And for Floki, the Silent Sea is quite romantic as a burial place."
Ragnar stood up, took the empty wine glass and walked towards the wine barrel, talking as he walked.
"There is nothing we can do about it, Mr. Holmes. In the future, Lingbing Bay will not only be the core of trade within the Viking countries, but also the most important war factory. You can rest assured that these
Are you going to give something to a guy who only cares about the incompleteness of the nautical chart?"
"The most real thing is what you hold in your hand, and the rest is all illusion."
Lorenzo thought for a while and asked with a clear mind.
"What if I let him live?"
"Then just survive. After all, he is also a lord. I can't just kill him." Ragnar filled a glass of wine and continued, "But will your friends let him go? Ten years ago, only
If he comes back alive alone, will his anger be appeased?"
The sound was very soft, but it fell like a heavy hammer. For a moment, everything seemed to have a reasonable explanation.
Ragnar could not influence the selection of personnel on the Inverg side. He could not take the initiative to appoint Shrike to participate in this operation... In other words, he just took advantage of all this, which was not even considered use. Ragnar just
It's just telling you what might happen in the future.
"You are too thoughtful to be a Viking."
Lorenzo didn't know whether to admire or be afraid.
"As a king, this is a required course, Mr. Holmes."
Ragnar leaned aside, drinking.
"Anyway, whether it's Floki or the Final Society, there are too many interfering factors in your next actions, and you will make a decision sooner or later. That's pretty much the information about Lingbing Bay... But I'm really pretty
I’m curious about what lies at the end of the Silent Sea, is it really the abode of the gods?”
"I don't know, but it's probably not a good thing, otherwise it wouldn't be locked up in this cold end, right?" Lorenzo replied.
"That's right. That's it for today, Mr. Holmes. Whatever happens next, I'll leave it to Haybold."
Ragna put down his wine glass and walked towards the door of the tavern as he spoke.
"As a king, there are still too many things waiting for me."
…
Only Lorenzo and Hebold were left in the tavern. Lorenzo was not sure whether this was a pleasant meeting. Ragnar brought him information about the Final Society, but it also brought him potential threats.
danger.
Floki and the Last Order.
Lorenzo felt a burst of pressure even before he set off for Lingbing Bay, let alone the upcoming trip to the Lonely Sea.
"How is our king?"
Heibald took a long breath, and it was inevitable that he would feel depressed when he was with the king.
"He is so alert that he doesn't look like a Viking. I think he and Arthur will get along very well." Lorenzo said.
"What do you think Vikings should be like? Rough and reckless, sacrificing their lives for Odin like a fool?" Hebold smiled, "Well, most Vikings are indeed like this."
"His Majesty is very good at using other people's impressions of the Vikings. Once he was unable to attack a position for a long time, and finally decided to fight to the death with the opponent. If he won, the opponent would surrender. If he died in the battle, we would withdraw our troops."
"The results of it?"
"The result? In the end, he did start a life-and-death duel, but his dagger was coated with poison and he easily killed the opponent."
Haybold looked at Lorenzo's slightly surprised expression and said.
"Glory is reserved for the dead. Those who are truly in power only need results."
"This foreign war is just the beginning. For the sake of profit, the lords will rush to send troops, but the war is not so easy to win. They will be dragged into the whirlpool and continue to reduce their own strength. Even after the war is won, the lords will
Their vitality will also be severely damaged, and this is a precursor to the unification of the Viking kingdoms.
The lords will die one by one until only the king remains."
"It seems the civil wars among the Viking kingdoms never ceased."
Lorenzo, awed by such a bloodthirsty thought, went to the barrel and filled it for himself and Hebold.
"Of course, it has never stopped, but these have nothing to do with us. We only need to care about Jinghai's actions now. All this is a thing for later."
Haybold stood up and took the wine glass that was passed to him, and gently touched Lorenzo's wine glass.
"But you look worried, Lorenzo. Are you afraid of something?"
He could see the emotions hidden under Lorenzo's eyes, and there were ripples in the gray-blue pupils. Lorenzo shook his head and told Haybold not to worry.
"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about some things, some very complicated things." Lorenzo mentioned the conversation just now again, "What is the original appearance of the myth?"
"Hebold, if you follow his thoughts, do you think that a long time ago, there was a man named Odin. He did many things. These things were recorded and sung by people, and in the end they were misinterpreted as
The myth as we know it now."
His voice became very soft, like a ethereal echo.
Heibald's expression froze. He had believed in Odin since he was a child. Even now, it is difficult for him to completely break away from the shadow of his faith and think about certain things.
"I don't know, but it sounds... incredible."
"It's nothing incredible, haven't you discovered it yet?"
Lorenzo slowly backed away and stood not far from Heibald. He slowly opened his hands.
"Hebold, there is a 'false god' standing right in front of you."
Blazing white fireworks rose in Lorenzo's hands. Not only that, awakened by the secret blood, his pupils also became blazing white and stern, and dense scales covered his neck, reflecting the glow.
.
The nameless majesty was released, as if countless invisible hands grabbed Hebold, causing him to feel awe and fear.
The light is dazzling, like a god descending into the world.
"Look at me, Heibald, and think about it, if many years ago, in this frozen and bitter land, a Viking whose knowledge was limited to this land, saw an existence like me, he would
What do you think?"
Lorenzo stared at the pure flame in his hand, and the light of the fire took away all sight.
"Does he think of me as a human being, or does he think of me as a god?"
His heart was beating violently, and Hebold couldn't say anything and was breathing hard.
"You must know that human cognition has limitations, just like the armored ships and artillery that we are accustomed to now. If they appeared hundreds of years ago, people at that time would probably kneel down in fear and regard them as servants of God.
Crowned with various sacred words.
But we all know that these things are not sacred, they are just cold steel, produced in burning industries."
Haybold nodded stiffly. He understood what Lorenzo meant, and was horrified by knowing such blasphemous information. When divinity is erased, only the cruel reality is left.
"You must know that the history of the existence of demons is far beyond our imagination and far beyond the limitations of our historical understanding."
The Silent One, the End of the World, Demons, Erosion, Sublimation...
One word after another danced in his mind, Lorenzo closed his eyes, and the fireworks went out at this moment. When he opened his eyes again, he became a normal person again, showing a smile that made Hebold feel chilling.
Lorenzo was smiling, a smile from the heart. It was hard for Hebold to imagine Lorenzo's mood at the moment. Why did he smile like this so easily? Could it be that Lorenzo didn't realize what he just said?
Did something happen? If we follow Lorenzo's example...
So what exactly is the god Odin? What exactly is the so-called Hall of Valor?
Are they gods or demons?
Is the afterlife temple preached by the Vikings another lie?
[Fight, die, wake up the next morning, and plunge into this reincarnation again.]
【This is not the Hall of Valor, this is the real hell.】
Ivar's voice echoed in his mind, further defeating Hebold's cognition. He slowly sat back on the chair, his wrists trembling slightly, and he took a big sip of wine to let the alcohol numb his nerves.
"Don't be nervous, Heibald. If this inference is correct, then there is no so-called 'god' in this world. Even if there is something called 'god', as long as it bleeds, it will be killed.
die."
Lorenzo also sat down. He was sincerely happy, raised his glass, and touched Hebold again.
It's a pity that he is now in the Viking countries, otherwise Lorenzo really wanted to have a good chat with Merlin about these new conjectures. Every time rationality takes a step forward, the ignorant sacred takes a step back until they have no way to retreat.
"God Odin..."
Lorenzo murmured in a low voice, imagining the appearance of the god in his mind.
Wearing a cloak and covered in silver armor, He held a cold spear in his hand and walked slowly on the snow-dusted frozen soil.