Chapter 50 2.8 Jerome's First Sword Practice

At this time, Hanshui Village was still peaceful and tranquil. There was no need to go out hunting in winter, so all the hunters had a full stomach every day. In addition to practicing martial arts during the day, they studied how to make humans.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, almost everyone was still asleep when the sky was bright in the morning. But Loki had woken up.

Because today was the day for his companions to go out.

"Originally, each of us made a fortune! But Bernard made such a fuss, it's a pity that the gold bars you got in the church were lost," Loki said with regret standing in front of several people.

"Boss, what are you talking about!" The leading Sartre frowned and said, "Without your quick thinking, our heads would have moved now!"

"Now at least each of us can get dozens of silver coins, enough to go to Valhalla to exchange for a few bottles of magic potion! This is a blessing that our ancestors dared not even think about!"

"Yes, isn't it because our leader is the reincarnation of Loki!"

Winter is not a good time to go out on the road. But the desire for power drove these 10 young men to go to Valhalla even in the wind and snow. Loki did not refuse these diehards who put their heads on their waistbands and followed him on the sea adventure.

In the Viking culture, becoming a powerful chosen one is the lifelong pursuit of many people.

After making sure that they brought enough dried meat and survival supplies, Loki gave each of them a horse and told them to be careful on the road. The gate of the village slowly opened, and the 10 companions galloped on their horses. When the first ray of sunlight appeared from the top of the mountain, they had disappeared in the vast snow at the entrance of the village.

After these 10 people left, there were fewer people in Hanshui Village who could take up weapons to fight. But Loki didn't mind.

After all, it was winter in the peninsula, and the temperature during the day was stable at -30 degrees, and it could be as low as -50 degrees at night. In this temperature, only villages with no food at home would bite the bullet and go out to rob other villages.

Since Loki trimmed all the houses in Hanshui Village into semi-underground "Kahong", no one has gone to Hanshui Village to cause trouble in winter for a long time.

After sending away 10 companions, Loki put on a bearskin coat and went directly to the kitchen area on the first floor. The maids there were doing a very dangerous job.

They were drying the black gunpowder salvaged from the seabed.

All the other goods in the building ship were given to Bernard, and only the black gunpowder Loki rolled in the canvas and threw it into the sea. After soaking for a full month, the black gunpowder was completely soaked. If you want to use it again, you must go through the drying process.

And this process is quite dangerous.

The method Loki uses is low-temperature drying. Using the method of burning kangs in the previous life of the Northeast people, the hot smoke and dust heats the stone slabs to about 40 degrees, and the wet powder is spread thinly on a layer, which will be dried into dry powder in about half an hour.

Three barrels of gunpowder were baked by three maids for more than 20 days, and today they are basically about to finish their work.

After monitoring the gunpowder drying work, the next stop was to find Jerome.

Jerome's kahon was very conspicuous because he asked Sanji to carve a wooden cross and install it on the roof of his kahon.

Loki knocked on the door gently and bent down to get in. The fire in the fireplace in the warm house was still burning. The first piece of furniture he saw was the desk where Jerome was working.

There was only black ink in the Wind's End Castle, so the teaching materials he had hand-painted for the children in Hanshui Village were all done in monochrome recently. But even so, every book had all the illustrations that should be there.

It can be seen that he should have worked very late again yesterday.

Walking to the big bed in the inner room, Loki saw a white and slender body coiled on Jerome like an octopus. However, Father Jerome was well-dressed. He held a holy cross in both hands, and the whole person was like a corpse, lying straight in the corner of the bed.

This buddy would not be an introvert, Loki thought to himself.

Well, it shouldn't be.

The woman that Loki assigned to him was the best-looking one among this batch of Slavic women. Her name was Katya. She was 18 years old and 175 cm tall. She had a body of 9 heads, big breasts, thin waist and long legs.

She had never had a child.

Before he crossed over, a Slavic woman with this body would have no problem applying for a job like a car model. And this woman was also quite noble and didn't want to live with those hairy Viking rough men in the village.

When Loki brought the scholarly Jerome over, the girl shyly agreed. I didn't expect this guy to bring me a score.

Loki needed his men and women to mate, because the biggest problem of Hanshui Village was the lack of people.

Jerome opened his eyes when he heard the sound. Suddenly there was a living person in the room, and he got up from the bed in a hurry. The girl on the bed continued to pull up the bear skin and put it on her body with a dream, while Loki smiled and glanced at his crotch, and said softly

"My brother, aren't you tired of holding it in all day long!"

"Your other brothers are comfortable every day, what about you..."

"When I became a bishop, I recited the oath prayer to the Holy Lord Christ, staying away from the carnal temptations of the world and abiding by the principles of monks"

"Besides, Lord, don't you also sleep in an empty bed every day?"

"Uh"

"How should I put it"

(I'm still a little uncomfortable with these women with golden hair)

After hurriedly putting on the bear skin to keep warm, Jerome picked up a broadsword at hand and walked out of Kahon with Loki. Today is his first sword practice since entering Hanshui Village.

It is also the first time in his life.

The two walked in the village one after the other, but what Jerome didn't expect was that Loki actually led him to the kitchen area on the first floor of Hanshui Castle. In the kitchen in the early morning, the maids were busy burning the stove to prepare breakfast for the whole village. Jerome followed Loki to a hall next to the kitchen.

He recognized this room, it was the slaughterhouse in Hanshui Castle.

"Aren't we going to practice swords today?"

Loki nodded.

"Practice here?"

Loki pointed to a room next to him with a strong bloody smell and guided Jerome to walk in. When he walked into this room with blood on the ground and walls, the door behind him slammed shut, and soon, two wooden cages descended from the air.

In the middle of the wooden cages were two large roosters.

"Brother Jerome, when we Viking children learn martial arts, we usually start by killing chickens."

"These two chickens are different from the chickens in your England. Scandinavia is a bitter cold place. All creatures living here have evolved violent aggression. Even the pheasants at the bottom of the food chain are no exception."

The two big roosters in the wooden cage jumped and crowed violently. Jerome has already discovered this.

"Be careful of their mouths! I have seen hunters in the wild being besieged and killed by several pheasants more than once."

"Good luck!"

The hole was closed with a bang. This prison-like room was completely sealed. The door of the wooden cage rose, and the two big roosters roared and flew out, showing their eagle-like rough and hard claws, and rushed straight to Jerome's face.

"No, I am a monk of the Holy Bishop, I can't kill maliciously!"

It's a pity that the flying pheasants can't understand English at all. They know human weaknesses very well, and the first target of their sharp claws is Jerome's eyes!

In a hurry, he completely forgot to recite the prayers and waved his broadsword randomly, but the two pheasants fluttered their wings and jumped and ran, moving at an unusually fast speed.

"Quack, quack!" The sound of an angry rooster crowing was heard in the house

"Village chief, the priest will not die in the ground." Outside the room, a sturdy Slavic maid asked worriedly, "He is a good man. If he died under the claws of the chicken, he would not even be able to enter the Hall of Heroes."

"What a pity."