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Ival is dressed in neat clothes, his messy hair has been deliberately taken care of, and the messy stubble on his face has also been trimmed. He looks much cleaner, as if he was going to participate in some grand event.

He is sitting in a chair, and there is no chain holding him up this time, but Ivar still feels decadent. There were guards all around him, and Cornel was standing by the window where the setting sun was falling.

Curry is in charge of the negotiations, and Cosnel takes care of Ivar, and there is a long corridor between them.

“You are about to be free, Yvar.”

Cosnel said to Ivar that the man had been trying to hide himself in the shadows, and Cosnel standing by the window had difficulty seeing him clearly.

“Freedom?”

Probably the reason for not speaking for too long, Ivar’s voice is a little stiff.

He lifts the head, looking towards the Cosnel side window, in the afterglow of the setting sun, you can vaguely see the flying seabirds, and the music has been played in the theater below, and they are transmitted through the heavy stone walls. Inside this room, the singing is slow, and under the warm sunset, there are so many more gentle.

“Yes, freedom, you will no longer be imprisoned, do whatever you want.”

Conel continued.

Actually, he shouldn’t have said so many things to Ivar, but perhaps the faint common ground is at work. Cognel wants to talk to Ivar something… everything is good, just like small talk.

Cosnel rarely meets someone who is “equal” with him. He is the heir of the Garrell royal family. Ivar in the shadow belongs to the descendant of the Rodbrook family. Their within the body is Flowing the blood of the king.

“Do you think that is freedom? I will be bound by another thing when I leave Galunalo…No one is free.”

Ival’s voice is sad.

“At least that’s better than now.”

Cosnel doesn’t understand Ivar’s grief, he just feels that there are not many opportunities. After today, he may never see Ivar again.

“They should have already negotiated, Curry and the guy named Hyboard.”

Cosnel checked the time, and soon he should escort Ivar away with guards.

“Hyboard?”

Ivar read the familiar name, and somehow a smile appeared on his face.

“However, I still want to know one thing, Yvar, Curry has been there before. I am not very good at asking questions, but now is a good time.”

Conell glanced out the window. A large number of believer had already gathered in the theater square. Just as Currie said, the wheel of history had already rolled, and no one stopped him.

He knew this well, so he just took a look, and then walked to Yvar’s side.

“What do you want to ask?”

Ival lifts the head, and for the moment his eyes crossed, Cornel involuntarily avoided his sight.

Obviously, this guy in front of him is a natural deformity and a bargaining chip at the bargaining table. Except for the bloodline he is carrying, Ivar is worthless at all. It stands to reason that Cosnel would never be afraid of such a person, but in that In an instant he seemed to cut his pupils by something.

Cosnel looked at Ivar vigilantly, as if something violent was hidden under this cowardly shell.

“What do you think about doing such a thing for a woman?”

Cosnel is curious.

“You are the king’s heir, just like me. If you want to, many things are at your fingertips…but why did you do such a stupid thing? I want to know.”

This is the thing that Cornel doesn’t understand the most. It can be said that the beginning of all this is due to Irene’s actions. She successfully tricked Ivar.

“To be honest, I don’t believe you will be stupid enough to believe that woman’s words, that is to say, you know the result, and you still follow her without hesitation, do you?”

It’s so weird, it’s so weird. When Cornel learned that everything went so smoothly, he couldn’t think about the reasons for these things.

He smelled a scent of conspiracy, although it was light, it was disturbing.

Cosnel had also suggested this to Currie, but maybe Ivar’s disguise was too perfect. His decadent appearance deceived everyone, and the gloom from his heart covered him, even the cunning. Curry can only be convinced.

Cosnel noticed that the invisible black shadow completely covered himself and Galunalo.

Is the Iron rule really tricking Yvar? Or did he come here on purpose?

Cosnel can’t figure it out.

“Reason?”

Ivar had a rare smile on his face, not knowing whether he laughed at himself, or thinking of the short and beautiful time, the smile on his face was so contradictory.

“Yes, I walked with Irene sincerely. I know she is lying to me. I also know her purpose. I know all these things…”

Ival appeared to be troubled as he spoke, as if he didn’t know how to explain to Cognel, he wanted to speak, and finally held back.

“What then?”

Conel asked, Ival still didn’t give his reason.

He is not afraid of Ivar. There are choir guards here, and Ivar is just a natural deformity. Cognell doesn’t think Ivar will threaten him much.

“Then…this kind of thing is difficult for me to explain to people like you.” Ivar said.

“A person like me?”

“Yes, people like you, people bathing in the sun.”

Ivar kept a violent smile on his face. He seemed to really want to smile at Cornel, but he didn’t seem to be very familiar with this expression, which caused his smile to be fake.

“I have stayed in the dark for so long that a gleam of light is worth everything, even if it is false…at least I have it briefly, and that is enough.”

Ival said something that Cornel couldn’t understand.

The conversation between the two fell silent for a while, and after a while of silence, it was Ivar who spoke first.

“You said that Hyboard has come?”

“According to the time it is like this.”

“Oh…I see.”

Ival nodded, his gaze cast out the window, the setting sun slowly sank below the sea level, and the warm light retreated step by step under the cold of the night.

He was a little reluctant to bear the last rays of light, and said with some sigh.

“I like this place, Galunalo. It is much warmer than the Viking countries. There is fertile land everywhere, not solid frozen soil.”

Cognell looked a little strange at Ivar. From Ivar’s point of view, he should hate Galunalo, but from his expression, the love he said seemed to come from the heart.

“My father, Ragnar Rodbrook, King of the Ice Sea, I think you know him, right.”

“Well, the warrior who unified the nations of Viking, who wouldn’t know his name?” Conil answered.

“Do you know? The last thing my father regrets in his life is to become the King of the Ice Sea.”

Ival told the story of being covered in dust.

Cosnel’s expression became serious. He believed that what Ivar was telling was not a lie, but the story was still a bit too surprising.

The last thing a king regrets is becoming a king.

“My father was 16 when he went to sea alone for the first time. It was in the winter of the Viking countries. Everyone was shiver coldly in the cold wind and could not eat enough, in order to survive and not to let their relatives hungry. Death, he became a pirate like many Viking’s life journeys, plundering wealth and food.”

Everything seems to have gone back to the past, and the picture is pale yellow.

“He succeeded. It seems that God Odin is protecting him. He has plundered enough supplies to survive the cold winter… But the cold winter will always come back. When the second cold winter hits, someone joined his team. There are more and more ships, and more and more people they need to take care of…”

Ival’s voice is very soft, like telling an old story.

“Just like that, year after year looting, until one day he turned his head and was surprised to find that he was already following countless people behind him, like an army.

He hopes that more people can live. For this goal, he tried to unify the conflicting nations. After many years, he did it, but then he found out that the people he had to take care of From a few relatives to countless people. “

Cosnel swallowed saliva and said, it was obviously just a story, but he felt a bit of cold inexplicably, which came from Ivar, like a floral fragrance and a cold wind blowing on his face.

“When he became a king, he discovered the cruel truth. Why the countries have been fighting, because this cold and barren land simply cannot feed that many people. People can only fight, fight, and plunder to reduce The population, the so-called dedication to the god Odin is only to beautify this cruel fact.

In the cold winter every year, many people die, and more and more. As a king, he wants to save his people, but he finds that he can’t do it. Once he just plundered a merchant ship, it was enough to feed the whole family. But now? What he wants to feed is countless people from all over the world. What should he do to plunder? ”

Rays of light faded away inch by inch, and darkness was coming. Gradually, in this dimly lit room, Cornel almost couldn’t see Ivar’s face.

“Yes, plundering is not a solution. It is not the honor of God Odin that can solve this dilemma, nor the promise of going to Heroic Spirit Hall after death.”

In the dim, Ivar’s voice became evil, with disgusting blood energy, like a moment his mutation became some kind of indescribable monster.

“The solution to this dilemma is war, a victorious and cruel war, which may kill many people, but we may be able to plunder warm and fertile land. There will be no more cold winter, no more death, If the harvested crops grow, more people will survive.”

Under this devil’s words, Cornel understood everything in an instant, but he couldn’t think that the truth was so cruel, nor could he think that Ivar was so crazy, willing to sacrifice himself to This crazy war.

Cosnel wanted to shout something, but before the voice could be heard, Ivar strangled his throat, and incredible power exploded from his thin arms.

“Pillaging, plundering continuously, until the heirs of God Odin are no longer affected by the cold wind, until everyone can live happily.”

The turbulent air wave carried violent energy and shattered the glass. Everyone wailed in pain under the shock, and then the sound of the landslide ran into the ears, almost taking everyone’s hearing away. Rikonell heard and saw the reverberation.

Ival’s expressions are twisted together, like a ghost, and his voice is clear to his ears.

“For all this, I am willing to give.”

The shattered noise engulfed everyone, hitting back and forth in this dim room, the sweetness of blood mixed with the winter in the north, and it began to boil and roar.