You and me under the world tree

He only knew that Hilda supported him, so he couldn't help but speak.

"Thank you."

"No, nothing."

She didn't back away, just supported him.

"Can you stand?" she asked

"Well, no problem."

With Siegfried's own character, he would never say: I can't stand, please help me.

On the one hand, because of that little self-esteem, he didn't want to show his fragile side.

On the other hand, he was telling the truth, because he really stood up.

"I've got to get my other sword out."

"There is still something to eat in the captain's cabin."

"Ah."

That's what Siegfried came up with, after all, he was indeed a little hungry.

Then, Hilda took two steps back, drawing runes with her hands flexibly.

Under the shroud of magic, Siegfried only felt that he was a little more energetic.

"This effect is only temporary, once the effect of the magic wears off, you will become more tired."

"Well, it's fine."

During the short conversation, the two parties arranged what to do next.

Although Siegfried had no self-consciousness in this regard, Hilda, who came back to his senses, had a subtle sense of weirdness.

To be honest, she felt a little awkward, but she didn't know why anyway.

"Okay, you go, leave it to me."

Finally, she finally forced herself to turn her attention from the still weak Siegfried to the slowly approaching ship in the distance.

She estimated the distance and speed, watched the huge black sailboat approaching, and finally slowly leaned against the side of her own boat.

But at this time, the people on the boat did not act.

And at this distance, Hilda could easily see the situation on the ship.

Those humans and dwarves held all kinds of weapons in their hands, but they were mainly heavy swords used for chopping, and there were people holding bows and arrows in the back row, waiting seriously.

The equipment of these people is actually not very sophisticated, but when it is rough, it is lethal.

Those things are probably not metal, but the bones of some sea beast.

Thinking of this, Hilda couldn't help clenching his fists.

She was waiting, waiting for the other party's question.

After all, she can see the other party, there is no reason for the other party to not be able to see her, right?

In her mind, she had repeatedly weighed what the other party might say.

maybe a threat...

After all, no matter what, Hilda never took off the label of the pirate in his heart. Even though he knew his origin, he still unconsciously labeled them as ferocious.

maybe asking...

After all, no matter how you say it, your own ship is considered a ship, according to those businessmen.

When pirates encounter merchant ships, they will even ask about the situation and whether they need to be "escorted", and this is a kind of transaction.

Then, those warriors who were dubbed pirates slowly backed away, and they gave way respectfully.

Then, a woman came slowly.

Compared with Hilda, who was well-dressed and had a 'beautiful' helmet, her appearance was much rougher.

A patched fur coat draped over the shoulders, and beneath the coat was a metal breastplate.

It is basically the same outfit as a warrior who is drifting on the sea and pursues lightness. She also has a thick long sword that focuses on chopping on her waist.

But more than these outfits, it was her face that caught the eye.

I don't know why, maybe it's because she heard about Herwaller's background from Siegfried, she suddenly felt a little awkward.

If there was no such thing, she would have been a spoiled little princess.

As a result, her face, where she could vaguely see a good foundation, was covered with a long scar, which stretched across the entire face from the forehead to the lower left.

"Tell me why you're here, woman." Finally, Hewale said.

She directly skipped the questioning part and went directly to the step of 'questioning'.

Chapter 120: Here For You

He Huale is obviously older than Hilda, so in terms of voice, he can hear the obvious maturity.

But Hilda didn't know if he was a little too sensitive.

In this seemingly ordinary question from Hewale, she heard a trace of lingering sarcasm.

I don't know what she was mocking.

Hilda felt a little uncomfortable, so at this moment, she frowned.

And, more importantly, at this time, her thoughts were disrupted.

How did she know the purpose of her group?

Compared to the woman who stirred up wind and rain in the northern seas, Hilda was younger after all.

This kind of youth is not only reflected in age, but more importantly, experience and experience.

Hervale is like Siegfried, she has been honed.

And she is also different from Siegfried who waits until she grows up to face the crisis and the responsibilities on her shoulders. She has no buffer time, let alone an ordinary childhood.

From birth she carried the expectations of those exiled soldiers.

Howler, who has grown up under this kind of oppression to this point, can be said to be an old fritter in terms of 'talk'.

After all, she had to learn to control the people under her.

It is not enough to rely on the loyalty of veterans and those who follow their father and mother, because loyalty is a consumable, and it will be exhausted sooner or later.

She had to turn these people's loyalty to her parents into a loyalty to herself, and she had to maintain it.

And it turns out, she's doing pretty well, too.

"That's it..." After looking down at the deck of the building under his feet, Hilda realized it.

Maybe Herwalla didn't know the specific purpose and source, but her big boat was too conspicuous after all.

No mast, no sail, no oars.

These three hallmarks, at least in this day and age, are the hallmarks of a common dropship sailing.

But that's it, this 'ship' can still sail, which is not an ordinary thing by any means.

Definitely a product of magic.

In the atrium world, magic is a very precious thing, because ordinary people have no way to learn it.

More importantly, even if you learn it, it is useless.

The same text, drawn by a powerful wizard and a rookie, has two effects, so such a magical creation is obviously from the hands of a master.

And the person who can drive this kind of character to create such a ship has an unfathomable background, but it is definitely not an ordinary person.

merchant?

No, ordinary businessmen absolutely cannot do this.

In other words, in Hewale's eyes, he must have come to this northern sea specially.

That's why you're asking why you're here?

As for that sarcastic attitude...

"Tsk."

When she finally sorted out all the speculations and information in her mind, a bit of unhappiness inevitably surfaced in her heart.

What can she mock?

"Do you regard me as a second-generation ancestor who has nothing to do and came here to explore?"

To this, Hewale didn't respond at all, she just folded her arms around her chest and looked at the other party with a meaningful look.

An inexplicable atmosphere of silence spread like this, and she carefully looked at Hilda, looking at her helmet, weapons, and clothes.

At the same time, Hilda was also staring at the other party.

Before, she only noticed her clothes, weapons, and the face with disfigured scars, but now she looked closely, and she exuded a cold aura all over her body.

In fact, everyone else was like this. At a glance, except for those mixed-race dwarves who were originally dark, the faces of others were extremely pale.

This pallor is a skin color, and although obviously living, this pallor is morbid.

However, they may also be used to it, so there is no discomfort.

"I've lived here for 25 years."

Finally, just when Hilda began to carefully look at the soldiers around Hewale, she saw the woman speak.

But the tone didn't change at all, it was still full of sarcasm.

It seemed that she really looked down on her group.

"During these years, I have met many people who are determined to find the 'bloodthirsty sword' that is bound to see blood when it is unsheathed here."

It did happen.

When Hilda was a little sensible, people always mentioned this matter.

It can be said that the death of King Angentyr, who held the bloodthirsty sword Tyrfing, in the northern sea was like an introduction to them.

When the news came out, most adventurers didn't think of mourning for the king, but felt that they had a 'chance'.

These adventurers who wanted to obtain magical weapons to "make meritorious deeds" flocked to the North Sea like hyenas smelling blood.

then……

"Then, they died here, and there are still many guys who are causing trouble to my 'city'."

Trouble, that's for sure...

This place in the northern sea is so evil, and Hilda already has a personal experience of it.

Here, unless the corpse is completely cleaned up, if it sinks into the sea, it will sooner or later be affected by the strange power shrouded here.

Then, driven by obsession, the corpse will float up from the water.

As ghouls they move around, even aboard rotting ghost ships, which may not pose much of a threat to these established 'pirate' hangouts.

But this kind of 'harassment' is quite painful. After all, living in such a crappy place, even building a base on an island would not be safe.

"You say you are not those people, so why are you?"

Judging from this tone, she definitely didn't believe Hilda's negative remarks.

Because there is nothing more attractive here except for the legendary bloodthirsty sword.

He Huale probably would not have imagined that there would be people in this world who would be interested in existence like them, right?

The northern sea area itself has a bad reputation, normal people would not come here, and the pirates here have always been notorious, and no one would come here to win them over.

However, some people do not take the usual path.

"I am here for the living, not for the dead and treasure."

"together……"

After hearing a man's voice, Hilda subconsciously called out that name.