Chapter 670 9.94

Chapter 670 94

Loki sat on the back of the dragon, feeling the warm breeze blowing across his cheeks. Google Search Reading

Leaving Paris again, he couldn't help but recall that he led the Viking pirates to set foot on the land of England 14 years ago.

That was a time of struggle.

He fought with all his subordinates in Scandinavia, and under the siege of Ivar, Ecbert and the Illuminati, he fought for two provinces for his subordinates with a posture that was almost pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth.

Just one year later, when he learned that he had become the target of the Duchy of France, he was quite nervous on the way to Paris.

At that time, Loki had just sat on the throne. He had a pregnant wife at home, subordinates who were building a city-state, and powerful enemies all around the small land.

He couldn't see the future of the kingdom at all.

Today, 13 years later, even if he had to face Byzantium, which was far more powerful than the Duchy of France, his heart was like a pool of stagnant water, and he was not panicked at all.

On the one hand, he no longer had one province behind him, but nearly a hundred provinces of all sizes. As long as the conscription order was issued, each province could at least provide thousands of soldiers.

He could summon a sufficient number of high-quality troops at any time, which was his confidence as a king.

On the other hand, he really felt bored.

The most exciting part of life is the process of struggling from nothing to everything.

It was like this in the last life, and it is also the same in this life.

When he was young, he lived in a cold castle. Every day when he opened his eyes, he had to wear animal skins and follow the adults into the mountains to hunt. If he killed the prey, he would have food to eat. If he returned empty-handed, he could only boil a large pot of hot water and fill himself up before going to bed, hoping to gain something tomorrow.

This kind of life was extremely difficult, but the pressure of survival forced him to have a clear goal every day.

From eating food, to having gold and silver in his hands, to becoming a lord, and obtaining territory, he relied on his brothers and his own hands to successfully build a huge empire.

He successfully sat on the throne, and the whole continent was praising his achievements.

Now Loki has no idea how much gold and silver there is in his treasury, because he can't count it at all.

He has more than a dozen beautiful concubines, but after losing his memory, he can't remember how he met them.

After a long six months, most of them have been given enough gold and silver by him and sent back home.

He didn't know most of their names until he got home.

He now has two more sons, but both sons live with their mother. The 13 years of missing memory made him completely unable to remember any details of getting along with his children.

This is a very scary thing.

What's more scary is that he now has no obvious life goal.

Loki knows in his heart that the Normandy Kingdom, which is based on Vikings, Slavs, and English people, has included the North Sea, which is the limit of its territory.

You have to know that this is an era with an illiteracy rate of up to 90%.

When he was in Hanshui Village, Loki managed a separate village by himself and could use many advanced experiences from later generations. But when he took the position of king to rule the world, he was destined to have no way to supervise every household in the kingdom.

No lord could understand the advanced policies of fifteen hundred years later, which meant that the country could only continue to use the decadent and backward ruling methods of the Middle Ages.

The kingdom's territory had already expanded to its limit, and further expansion would inevitably lead to division.

By that time, I'm afraid that former friends would immediately turn against each other and become enemies.

He couldn't start a war, didn't need to fight, didn't need to make money, and didn't know his own offspring. All his old friends were carrying out their tasks in various places, and everyone in the crowded Grand Palais in Paris was his subordinate.

They had to kneel down before seeing him.

In this magnificent building, he experienced a kind of "emptiness with everything".

Experiencing this kind of life is by no means a pleasant thing.

Because of this, when he saw the Byzantine envoy who came from afar, he actually had a rare sense of excitement that he had not seen for a long time.

The powerful enemy finally surfaced again.

All his vassals strongly recommended that he not leave the royal city and fall into the opponent's trap, but Loki did not accept their opinions.

In the end, he only carried a long and narrow package, and led all the kings to sit on the back of the dragon alone.

During the whole process, he did not discuss the follow-up plan with anyone, but continued to hand over all the work to the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, Ecbert, before leaving.

13 years of meticulous management has already demonstrated his ability.

This man is really a qualified emperor as recorded in history books.

Sitting on the back of the dragon, Loki recalled the more than 30 years since he crossed over, and felt that he did not seem to have too many regrets. He had enjoyed everything he should have enjoyed and borne everything he should have borne in the Middle Ages.

Perhaps it was time for him, an alien that should not have existed in this plane, to leave.

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The dragon glided at high speed above the clouds.

The dragons that the Kingdom of Normandy now has are not the subspecies that Ecbert once cultivated. Loki deeply understands the power of Darwin's law. Only by throwing creatures into a dangerous environment can the weak be eliminated quickly, the strong survive, and stronger offspring be born.

The entire tribe can have a qualitative leap.

The cold and desolate northern part of Scandinavia is now a paradise for dragons and frost giants. The result of the mutual slaughter is that in just a dozen years, the dragons that cross the sky have been able to grow to nearly 30 meters in size.

If a lone frost giant is targeted by three or five dragons, he may also die.

Under the clouds, the fields disappear. A prosperous city gradually appears at the end of the sea.

The dragons crossed the sky in an orderly manner, and Loki looked down.

When he saw a majestic circular building.

Haha, respected Mr. King's Envoy, we are here!

He grabbed the King's Envoy beside him and jumped.