People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 373 Newcomer
Yaroslav woke up.

A drop of icy water trickled down the side of his shaggy beard.

What appeared in front of his eyes was the rotten and blackened roof of the cabin, which was still seeping water. The cold sea water dripped on the ground, and was quickly sucked dry by the floor, seeping into the lower floor.

"Where is this?"

"What about that monster?"

Yaroslav wanted to get up from the ground, but found that he couldn't exert any strength at all.

"How on earth did I survive? What about the others?"

His mind was full of doubts.

"Could it be that I awakened the blood of my ancestors?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. After all, their Rurik family was a Viking who went south and merged with the Ross people. According to legend, his ancestors had the blood of the Nordic gods. It was precisely because of this that he was able to lead the tribe to land on the Neva River. Established dominion over the entire Rus states.

The sea cannot drown me.

Sea monsters can't hurt me either!

"you're awake."

A cold voice sounded at the door of the cabin. Wearing a three-cornered hat, the tall captain with pale skin walked slowly into the cabin.

"Where is this?"

Yaroslav asked: "Who are you?"

"This is the bottom of the Misty Sea."

Hogg's hoarse voice sounded unhurriedly: "I am 'Ocean Calamity', the captain of the ship under your feet."

"You saved me?"

There was a playful smile on Captain Hogg's face: "It can be said that, but for you, this may not be a good thing."

Why did he say that?

Yaroslav was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask rashly. He had the recklessness of a so-called "barbarian" in his bones, but he was definitely not a fool without a brain: "I am the son of Grand Duke Tver, as long as you send me to the Greeks , I guarantee you will get a very handsome reward."

Captain Hogg muttered, this kid doesn't seem to have figured out the current situation yet.

Yaroslav asked puzzled, "What did you say?"

"Come on deck with me first."

Hogg turned around and left. At this time, Yaroslav also realized that he could move. He quickly got up, picked up a hatchet from the table with his hands and feet and put it in his waist, and then followed.

The cabin was dark.

"Nor a single lamp."

Yaroslav muttered softly, followed behind the tall captain in front of him, silently wondering whether these people were enemies or friends, if he wanted to sell himself to Alexandria to be a slave to a heathen, how should he resist?
"Boss, is there a newcomer?"

A cold male voice suddenly sounded.

While Hogg nodded slightly, he looked at Yaroslav.

Yaroslav was taken aback, because the man who was speaking in front of him was so muscular that even if he hunched over, he would still block all the passages in the cabin—he was at least one and a half his height.

What surprised him even more was that the little giant's body exuded a green light, and a large piece of flesh on the cheek had rotted and fallen off, revealing dark red gums.

"Zombie, zombie?"

Captain Hogg sneered and said, "He is my most loyal first mate. From now on, you will have to learn from him for a long time."

Yaroslav was at a loss for a while, and when the so-called "first mate" squeezed past him, he grinned at him and said, "Welcome to the disaster of the sea, unlucky boy."

Yaroslav laughed dryly.

He felt that the zombie in front of him must be more troublesome than the water ghosts and drowned ghosts he had dealt with before.

"Don't make such an expression, you are no different from him now, at most your body is still relatively fresh."

A good-natured sneer appeared on Captain Hogg's face: "Don't you think that you really escaped from the mouth of that monster?"

Yaroslav shuddered.

He raised his hand, there wasn't even a trace of blood on his pale palm, and—there wasn't even an oil lamp in the cabin, but he could see it clearly. All signs showed that this guy wasn't lying.

"Do you understand?"

A wry smile appeared on Yaroslav's face: "I thought I had awakened some great ancestral bloodline."

"If you figure it out, come with me."

"What to do?"

Yaroslav, who still hadn't slowed down God, asked suspiciously: "Are you picking up the souls of the dead and sending them to hell? Are you the ferryman of the River Styx?"

"No, to see our master."

"Our master?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Yaroslav's face: "The Lord of the Underworld?"

Hogg shook his head and said, "No, he is the lord of Transjordan and Limassol."

Secular lord?

Yaroslav was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "I am the son of Grand Duke Tver."

Although Yaroslav didn't know exactly what the title of the general of the Transjordan and Limassol military regions was, but he thought it was no higher than his father's Grand Duke of Tver, who was a very prestigious lord in the Kilometer of the Ross Kings.

"Heh, the status of a secular lord is not noble, the noble one is our master."

A trace of contempt appeared on Hogg's face, and then he said: "By the way, all the ladies on this ship are not to be offended, just like your companions who were eaten by Miss Banruo's shield .”

"What do you mean?"

Yaroslav did not understand what Hogg meant.

"Just to tell you that although we have already died once, we still have to be in awe."

In the darkness, Captain Hogg's expression was extremely serious.

...

on the deck.

Lothar is playing dice with a sailor. The rules are very simple. Each player throws six dice. Straights, small straights, and designated numbers can all score. See who gets [-] points first—simpler than the rules of Gwent cards many.

"Three ones, one thousand points, skip."

The sailor on the opposite side said with a smile on his face: "Boss, boss, I won again."

Lothar stared blankly at the zombie sailor on the opposite side, making his eyes gurgling and rolling, and finally fell into the wooden tray playing dice with a snap.

"How did you pay a thousand?"

The zombie sailor said eloquently: "Boss, boss, don't talk nonsense. I didn't make a thousand at all. Throwing dice is based on luck and skill. Where did such a thing come from?"

"Okay, this time you're better than me."

Lothar bounced a silver coin and threw it into the opponent's hand.

In the boring life of sailing at sea, playing dice is definitely a good way to relieve boredom.

"My lord, that special little guy has woken up."

Captain Hogg's voice sounded.

Lothar looked at the person coming.

This is a tall and burly Slav, and he can't tell his age, because he has a beard on his face, even if he is a young man, he can easily give people the feeling of a middle-aged uncle.

Last night, beside the shipwreck, Prajna "saved" most of the scattered souls, leaving only this special little guy, who was handed over to Captain Hogg by Prajna.

The reason why he is special is that he can withstand the curse on the Ocean Calamity.

You must know that the Calamity of the Sea has not "recruited" newcomers for many years. It's not that Hogg doesn't want to, but that there is no soul that can bear the curse.

"My lord, this kid claims to be the son of Grand Duke Tver."

The Grand Duke in the Rus culture is actually not the same concept as the Grand Duke in Central and Western Europe, but the Grand Duke of Tver is considered a top-notch prince in the Kilometer of the Russian Kings.

The Grand Duke of Tver at this time should belong to the Rurik family, right?

Lothar thought for a while, do the people of the Rurik family really have any special blood?
"Yaroslav, I deeply regret what happened to you."

Yaroslav opened his mouth. He, who once thought he was born fearless, couldn't even utter a complete sentence for a while.

"Greek, or Latin, which do you know?"

Lothar switched languages ​​proficiently.

Hogg reminded: "My lord, this kid can understand what you said, are you going to remove the coercion before speaking?"

Lothar suddenly realized.

Only then did I realize that I was subconsciously letting go of the pressure of my dark lord just now because of the cheating sailor. Yaroslav was just a newborn zombie, and he was no different from the group of hob meat that had existed for hundreds of years. Fabi, how can I stand it?

(End of this chapter)