Chapter 134 3.56 Ivar O'Sullivan

Just as Loki thought, this red palace standing on the top floor of the Conqueror's Fortress was the Viking King's palace.

Walking inside, he was surprised to find that this palace was even bigger than the Cold Water Castle. The interior of the castle is similar to the Louvre that I visited in my previous life. Exquisite murals, gold-carved ornaments and silk porcelain from the Tang Dynasty can be seen everywhere. Loki was dazzled by the different styles of clothes and beautiful girls and servants in rich clothes who came from all over the world to live in the castle. In the end, he was even worried about whether the Viking king would be able to eat well.

After passing through seven or eight halls of different styles such as the garden, the palace, the water garden, the flower room, etc., Loki and Emma were brought to a bath. Several maids brought him exquisite satin coats to serve him. After taking a shower, he finally arrived at the glass greenhouse on the top floor.

At this time, the fiery red Western Ocean had almost completely dropped below the sea level, and the red and purple sunset reflected on the sky made the glass room look like a dream.

A rather feminine voice came

"Loki Starrag of Coldwater"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

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Loki has lived in Hanshui Village for 20 years. He has never been to the Conqueror's Fortress and has never seen the Viking King.

It is widely rumored in the river valley that the Viking king's nickname was "Sabertooth", which came from the O'Sullivan family. As for other questions, such as what this man looked like and why he was called "Sabertooth", no one in the valley could tell clearly. Loki had thought several times about how majestic this Viking king would look.

Could he be 9 feet tall with a beard as long as a steel needle, like a surviving giant from ancient times?

Will he be followed by a saber-toothed leopard that survived from ancient times?

However, the "Ivar O'Sullivan" actually standing in front of him at this time did not fit any image in his mind. He was about the same height and build as himself, with a bun commonly used by Vikings tied on his head, and all the golden beard on his chin was shaved off, revealing his snow-white skin.

And his age is only in his twenties.

Very young.

Loki couldn't even think of it even if he wanted to. The first impression the famous "Sabertooth" O'Sullivan gave him was like an exquisite eunuch! As a terminal cancer patient, what he can't stand most is this kind of man wearing exquisite silk and satin, his face is full of collagen, and there is a faint smell of powder when he raises his hands and feet.

The only thing on his forehead that matches the temperament of a "Viking man" is probably the bone knife hanging on his waist. This bone knife is composed of a pure white sharp tooth. The arc of the bone knife is naturally curved, and it has a strange beauty hanging on the waist.

I don’t know if this is the origin of his name.

"I have heard of the name of the 'Starlag' family for a long time. The bloodline was inherited from the blood-boiling warriors under 'Olav the Conqueror'. Now the only one left is the Blood Pigeon clan, and you are the only one left. My subjects have told me the legend that you used 30 Viking hunters to resist Svein Gonk's 500 professional soldiers."

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that a hero comes from a boy!"

Ivar O'Sullivan showed a sunny smile. It is undeniable that this is a handsome man whose appearance is not inferior to that of most women. And in terms of temperament, he is not a leader like Bernard who is repulsive to others. Leading Loki to move slowly in the "Light Touch Hall", this man gave him a very similar feeling to the CEO of a listed company in his previous life.

Although the boss is aloof, he always gives people a feeling of intimacy like a spring breeze. It makes his employees subconsciously want to work hard for him.

Beautiful, refined and polite.

This Viking king looks more like a merchant than a warrior.

The sun had slowly sunk below the sea at this time, and the light in the hall began to weaken. A maid in a gauze white robe walked into the glass hall and began to light candlesticks one after another. Under the illumination of candlelight, the huge glass greenhouse shows a different beauty than during the day. At this moment, Emma finished bathing and changing and came to the Light Touch Hall. Ivar walked over and hugged her gently, whispering intimately to her.

Loki, who was standing aside, was quite uneasy. He pretended to admire the sculptures and paintings randomly placed in the hall, and clasped his hands to pray that this damn little girl wouldn't tell him anything unfounded.

After traveling through time, he had longed to enter a clean and luxurious civilized world countless times. However, when he actually entered the Viking king's palace, he found that no matter it was the people, the decorations, or the cool and smooth silk he wore on his body,

There was nothing here that made him feel comfortable!

(Damn it, hurry up and collect the person and pay me the balance! Tomorrow I will set off back to Hanshui Village. I will never see this old monster with this scent and neither male nor female again in my life.)

"Sister!" Emma exclaimed not far away, and she rushed to the door. At the door, Ivar's sister: Viking Princess Mehrantine O'Sullivan walked gracefully. The warm candlelight illuminated the white skin exposed under her silk, which made Loki temporarily lose consciousness.

With one-wheeled temperament, Mohlendine is the most attractive woman Loki has seen since time travel. This may be due to the fact that she spent most of her childhood in Constantinople.

So much so that she now doubles as Constantinople's ambassador in the Conqueror's fortress.

People often say that it takes at least three generations to cultivate a noble. Loki didn't know what kind of business O'Sullivan's ancestors were doing, but the temperament, dress, and living habits of the brother and sister have already opened up a big gap with those vulgar muscular men in other provinces.

Two months ago in Hanshui Village, the cold of early spring made Mohlanting still wear a thick fur coat. The overly bloated clothes completely concealed her graceful figure. Now it is midsummer. When she changed into the exquisite carved thick clothes of the Tang people, amazing charm began to emanate from her every move.

"Miss Mohlanting, my mission is considered completed. Now it's late, I won't disturb you to rest." Loki walked up and issued an order to himself to leave.

"Wait until the evening, I will listen carefully to your adventure story this time!" Mohlanting touched Emma's hair intimately, and was quite satisfied that Loki did not starve her thin.

After driving Emma away, she walked gracefully to Loki. Loki tried his best not to peek at the silk that trembled with his steps, and tried his best to hold his breath not to smell the rich feminine fragrance on her body.

After holding it in for a long time without any effect, he could only helplessly pull a chair over his waist.

Loki's embarrassment obviously attracted Mohrandin's attention. She stretched out her slender jade hand to cover her mouth and chuckled twice. This exquisite beauty's smile was like a ray of sunshine in the dark hall. Loki was embarrassed and his whole face flushed instantly.

The considerate princess pulled him to sit on the chair and helped him out.

Any beauty has an amazing intuition about the gaze that stays on her chest for more than 1 second. The crew members sailing at sea often don't see women for two or three months, so she can fully understand Loki's situation.

"Mr. Loki, it's not easy to please this little devil. I didn't expect you to not only complete but also exceed the task I assigned to you."

"Now even I can't wait to hear your adventure story."

Mohrandin sat one meter away from Loki. The firelight flickered, and the thin silk couldn't cover her fair skin at all. Loki laughed awkwardly and stammered a few nonsense words that he didn't even know what they were.

Ivar, who was standing behind him, couldn't bear it anymore, so he walked behind him and gently patted his shoulder.

"I have sent someone to deliver the gold coins promised to you to your ship. I will also give you 10 pieces of silk as a wedding gift from the king."

(Newly married? What's the newly married?)

(Oh, by the way, I also married a wife, the eldest daughter of Duke Bernard, what's her name?)

Ivar put his lips close to Loki's ear and whispered, "Just now my spy reported that your lady is in the Chinese shop in the city. It seems that she has a little conflict with one of your brothers-in-law. If I were you, I would choose to go and take a look."

"Come on, send the guest away!"

When Ivar put his mouth close to his ear and the humid air sprayed on his ear, Loki felt a chill from the depths of his soul. He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but this pervert was the king of the Vikings after all. Even if he didn't like it, he couldn't do anything too extreme.

(He seemed to say something, what did he say?)

(Damn, I was so sick that I didn't hear it at all!)

Loki's ears only transmitted the last two words to his brain: send the guests away. Hearing these two words, Loki sat up from the chair reflexively.

(Fuck, I can finally escape this damn palace. Now I don't care whether this pervert has given me the money. Even if I don't want money, I want to leave here immediately!)

The brother and sister of the O'Sullivan family, one is a pervert, and the other is a seductive fairy. We can't stay here for long!

After getting up, Loki saluted respectfully to the two, turned around and immediately walked towards the door of the light-touch hall. He didn't even have time to wait for the old butler behind him to lead the way. After walking three or two steps, he began to jog, and in the end he almost ran for his life with his long legs.

Mahrandin touched his white chin and looked at him with interest. Loki didn't give her a bad impression. He wasn't like those rough guys who didn't take a bath for three months, with their big eyes only wandering around her body. He wasn't like some of the lecherous nobles who would come to her side and show their courtesy whenever they got the chance.

This young man's eyes actually contained a trace of sincerity that was very rare.

"I'm very interested in what kind of wife this lovely village chief will marry." Mohrandin shook his bright red lips imperceptibly. Looking at his brother beside him.

Ivar walked to his sister and kissed her on her smooth forehead.

"My dear sister, the night is so boring, why don't we go out of town to take a look?"