You and me under the world tree

"Wait, did you do this?" Finally, Hilda asked.

she looks like she just came to her senses

"Well, it was more dangerous at the time, and I almost died there."

Then, Hilda became speechless.

She wanted to say something else, but the words were blocked in her throat, and she couldn't get out no matter what.

In the end, it was Griple who said:

"As expected of Siegmund's child."

This is of course a compliment. After all, his father Siegmund was a hero who suppressed an era. Neither Angentier of Norway nor anyone else could compare with him.

Siegmund holding the holy sword of wrath is invincible, everyone believes so.

However, after all, Gripal is not someone who only praises young heroes, he is a wise man, so of course he understands that such a feat must be done without the assistance of others.

"I think the teachings of the sages should be indispensable in this."

Having said that, Griple turned his attention to Hodder. The man had no intention of speaking from the beginning, but just casually tore the whole wheat bread into pieces, and then soaked them in the cod soup.

"Yes." Before Huode, who was the person involved, could say anything, Siegfried nodded with emotion.

"Although I have never enjoyed the warmth of a family, Huode...my uncle has given me a lot of help. I can achieve what I am today, which is inseparable from him."

Finally, under Siegfried's inadvertent guidance, the remaining three people turned their attention to the unattractive man.

He was tearing the bread, looking absorbed, until he noticed the eyes of the people around him, and then he raised his head.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Then, he took a sip of the fragrant cod soup.

He was listening to the people around him, but he wasn't listening. To put it bluntly, he just came here to join in the fun.

Siegfried can do the task by himself, he cheats on food and drink, how good it is.

Chapter 21: A Toast to You

Everyone enjoys a banquet differently.

Some people like to be lively.

For example, Siegmund is like this. He likes to hold a wine glass and let his attendants carry the wine tank to toast table by table. When he is finally drunk, he likes to catch people and sing together.

Indeed, he was particularly fond of singing war songs, and Hodder was particularly impressed by that.

Don't talk about why he feels deeply, because he will be caught every time, and he will be caught by Siegmund when he sneaks away or hides in a corner.

In short, he likes that kind of large-scale banquet the most, the more people the better, the more lively the merrier he is.

In addition, some people like to have some friendly and cordial exchanges over the banquet.

Griple, for example, doesn't like too many people, and he doesn't like too much pomp and ceremony, just a few people—preferably a family meal together.

As long as the dishes are richer, this is a banquet.

In addition, there are some people who are pure foodies. They may not communicate with other people very much, and all their attention is placed on food.

Finally, there is another kind of person.

They don't hate desertedness, and they don't like excitement. They don't talk to people at the banquet, but just sit quietly in the corner like a passerby.

They don't pay attention to food either. In fact, as long as they can be eaten and taste good, there is no problem.

What they enjoy is the noise that lingers in their ears, the feeling that someone is talking.

It doesn't matter whether the conversation has anything to do with him or not, and it doesn't even matter whether he is interested in the topic or not, what he needs is this kind of 'voice'.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to understand, it is the kind of comfort feeling in the bottom of my heart when I suddenly raise my head in my spare time and see someone not far away.

Hodder is such a person, and because of his poor eyesight in reality, he especially likes this feeling.

He didn't hate being alone, but he enjoyed having someone to talk to.

But what he didn't expect was that Siegfried would just talk when he said something. At the beginning, he said that he was talking with Gripal and extended the topic about the North Sea. Why did he suddenly turn to himself?

"Sigmund once said to me, he said he lost your friendship, so he always regrets it."

"There is no such thing." Facing Gripal's gaze, Hodder said

"I know that the sage still rushed back to the king's city to fight side by side with the king at the last moment. It was also a good story spread by bards 20 years ago."

"This kind of thing is fine anyway, anyway, people are already dead." He used a spoon to stir the cod soup mixed into the bread, and then scooped up a spoonful and sent it to his mouth.

Accompanied by the taste of curry, bread mixed with cod, Hodder couldn't help thinking of that unbearable month.

The first half of the month was to find a way to save Siegmund, and later it was to brush the hilt related to the hidden mission.

For a month before and after, he almost vomited seeing the almost identical scene.

Looking back now, what is Hodder's mood like?

To be honest, he himself didn't quite understand it, but that was not a good mood after all.

Is it the sense of powerlessness caused by the restriction of 'players cannot interfere with the official plot'?

Or do you think Sima is planning something?

Or maybe it's both, whether as a player experiencing the plot or as a player who really substitutes himself into the role of 'sage', this will not be a good experience.

So in the end, he didn't want to use a spoon anymore, he just picked up the wooden bowl and drank it on his own.

This movement of covering his face could not help but give Gripal a new understanding of him.

"This glass of wine is to you, to the sages of the Volsung family." The King of Iceland said

There was no hypocrisy in this sentence, but what Griple really wanted to say.

Because he knew part of the inside story, although his sister's contact with him has faded, she still has regular correspondence.

In the letter, his sister told him that Siegfried was brutally taken away by the sage Hodder who came suddenly shortly after his birth, leaving no room for him.

But Gripal is not Theotis, he is the king, so he can see the content behind his sister's grievance-filled cries, as well as the obsession shown by Hodder's behavior.

Theotis cried and told Hod that after sneaking into the palace, he went all the way out of the palace, causing a bloody storm in the Danish city of Voltus, and did not leave her with even a little thought of being a mother.

However, what Gripper saw was a man who broke into the palace alone to ask for his best friend's child, and risked his life to save Siegfried.

yes save...

Gripal was not an idiot, he would not ask Hodder why he did that, because he knew that this was the right thing to do.

Denmark is a sanctuary for Theotis, but it is a "execution ground" for Siegfried, and it is absolutely impossible for him to live there.

If Elf had been soft-hearted, he would have been sent to be raised elsewhere and isolated from the world for the rest of his life.

However, Elf does not have the kindness of a woman, he is a decisive king.

To him, Theotis is his 'trophy', and he will not allow the beautiful Theotis to think otherwise.

So, Siegfried couldn't survive.

Hodder's actions just saved the young Siegfried from the devil's den.

Moreover, he had used his wits to place him where a man like Legney would never have imagined.

Legney launched a bloody massacre against the Volsunger family. When the Volsunger family was wiped out, his murderous reputation was extremely resounding.

At this time, bringing Siegfried back to the Netherlands was undoubtedly an extremely daring act, but because of this, Legney did not realize that there was still a posthumous son of Siegmund living on his territory.

In addition, bringing him to the Netherlands, just from this point alone, we can see the high hopes he placed on Siegfried.

Because for Siegfried, that is the homeland...

"It's nothing to respect." Hodder said after raising the cup filled with mead to salute Griple, "I'm only doing it for myself."

What he said was rather vague.

For yourself, what is it for?

Maybe it's for the various rewards given by the game, maybe it's really for helping Siegfried to the throne.

He didn't quite know what he was after, maybe it was both.

However, one thing is certain, that is, he is definitely not being self-effacing now, what he said is all the truth.

For yourself, everything you do is for yourself.

"Then respect the friendship between you and Siegmund. Midgard is full of wars, and there has been no such person for a long time."

When he said this, Gripal couldn't help feeling a touch of emotion in his heart.

Because, as he said, Midgard had very little 'friendship' from the very beginning.

Chapter 22: Icelandic Cuisine

The human world Midgard, one of the Nine Realms, is located in the center of the Nine Realms, and the world directly below Asgard is actually a place far colder than Niflheim.

It might sound weird to say that, but Griple certainly thinks so.

In the ancient kingdom of ice and mist, it was only the environment that was cold, and the body that was cold, but what was cold in Midgard was the heart.

The gods advocated war and honor, and the Valkyrie came to the world, which made the main theme of the entire atrium world 'conquest', and everyone was proud of war and victory.

And under this impetuous environment and tradition, the relationship between people is actually quite thin.

Sentimentality does not exist, it is normal for brothers to start fighting for the throne, treasures and even swords.

As long as the interests around him are big enough, even their own children can be betrayed at any time.

Not being able to bear to see him die and being unwilling to let him die are two different things, and people in Midgard generally fall into the former category.

However, Hodder does not seem to be the case.

He has no idea of ​​becoming a king, no ambition or desire for power, and what drives him to act is not profit, but friendship.

"Uncle, he really helped me a lot."

Just as Griple raised his glass and then drank the mead in the glass, Siegfried's eyes turned red for no reason.

This kid is usually very restrained. According to his own statement, when drinking with Studus, he will try to speak as little as possible.

As a result, now, I don't know if it's because of Huo De's side, his vigilance seems to have relaxed.

The whole person is as if he was drunk, and his emotions seem to be a little out of control.

"My sword... Gulam was left to me by him. At that time, Ragni had been looking for the whereabouts of this sword. After taking the wreckage of the sword, he began to hide in hiding."

Gulam holy sword, this kind of thing has a fatal temptation for anyone, after all, it has proved its destructive power in actual combat.

Anyone who aspires to be a hero will probably not give it up happily after getting this sword. Even if it is a fragment, if you give it up, you may be able to exchange it for a large amount of property.

No king would not want it, no warrior would give it up.

An excellent weapon is equivalent to a soldier's second life, but faced with such a choice, Mr. Sage still just keeps it, and this preservation lasts for 20 years.

This is the equivalent of carrying a lot of wealth without using it, and preserving this wealth means living a dangerous life of displacement.

He can't reveal a little bit of wind, and he can't even reveal his identity.

If there is any advantage to Gulam's broken hilt, it is probably easy to carry.

So when they realized this, the others didn't speak, they just focused on Hodder's calm face.

For a moment, it seemed that only the sound of Siegfried drinking himself was left.

Griple was just a little emotional in his heart, after all, he was getting old, and he respected Hodder, who theoretically had more experience than him, as a matter of course.

The eyes of the two girls are somewhat complicated.

Nanna herself is sympathetic, though not exactly sentimental.

She couldn't imagine what it was like to wander around with a broken sword hilt, and not even be able to stay in one place for long.

This is something she, a princess who has always lived a good life, can't imagine at all, so for Huo De, who has endured this kind of life for nearly 20 years, she only has a vague admiration and longing in her heart.

Although he looked completely different from the usual definition of 'hero', he didn't even mention his deeds much from the beginning to the end.

It's like a passerby who accompanies a hero, but after being spoken out by others, this feeling is completely different.

For little girls with rich emotions, when the veil torn off by others and the so-called "essence" of simple people are exposed, the sense of vicissitudes of life can make them feel good.