The Sage of Einar

Einar, who was looking seriously at Nelda, started to speak.

"Nelda, I want you to get by all possible means, monks, priests, herbalists, scribes and anyone with knowledge.

To avoid problems, you should use bandits or people willing to get their hands dirty. Remember that if they have a family, they must be kidnapped by trusted people.

As for the motive, only blame Christian nobles or any kind of person who might have the power and desire to get rid of them.

If they ask where they will be taken, tell them that their enemies sold them to a powerful Norse king as slaves.

Unlike conventional slaves, I want you to remember that these people you kidnap can have support with nobles, so you will have to bring them immediately.

When my father-in-law comes I will talk to him to give you support at sea when he sees the flag of your ships. He is the Konungar of Dublin.

So you will have a support on that island so you can resupply and have a safe place on the way north.

Because of the danger of this mission, I will pay you for each quality slave in a sheet of cloth of any color but purple.

I only will give you a sheet of purple cloth if you can find a young nobleman who can write and speak Latin.

The slave nobility is paid with imperial cloth. I think that is a fair deal."

Nelda, who was drinking some pine tea, looked at Einar with an evil smile "Einar, I think you are sometimes a person who seems to be an authentic hero.

But others you look too much like my husband, a cold man who will not hesitate to kill to achieve his goal. "

Einar calmly drank some herbal liqueur "I called it balance. It is a way to be completely effective as a ruler.

If I only use normal methods, I can never achieve my goals, but it sends a powerful message to everyone around me or knows me.

I am an excellent ally, but as an enemy, I am a veritable demon. You would believe me if I told you that I learned to skin a person using a rusty knife.

The skin peels off easily at the beginning, but there are parts of the muscle that must be cut deeply as the skin does not peel off.

Plus, it's tricky when the poor bastard moves from side to side in pain.

I don't want to be boastful either, but the bastard son of a king and king have already died on my beloved island.

I do not doubt that in the future that list will continue to grow, but things are different for my allies. I will try to help them whenever I can. "

Nelda nodded as she blew on her pine tea "I think you have real wood to be king and I'll take your word on helping the allies.

I think in the future I might need your help to kill my stupid father. "

Einar raised his brow "I think I can help you, but you will have to give me time. At least in the next full year, my efforts will be to conquer my island completely.

In the end, he could help you with warriors or some troops that I like to call special forces.

The special forces are the elite of my soldiers. They will enter fortresses and can kill or kidnap any target.

Before leaving without leaving a trace of their existence, I think they could help you. "

Nelda put her cup on the table and looked doubtfully at Einar "You are a box of surprises, but I think our friendship will go too far.

Although I would like to continue talking, I think I have to start the way back because I plan to give birth to my baby with my husband. "

Einar nodded and helped Nelda up from the chair "Take the precautions I gave you and forget to drink alcohol during your pregnancy.

Only boil water with lemon or orange in the glass jars that I give you. That way you can drink liquids that are not harmful to your baby.

Remember also that you can come whenever you want so that together with Kassia we can give him a check-up to see if everything is okay with him. "

Nelda smiled and looked at Einar with gratitude "Thank you very much for your help, Einar. I will take care of getting those people you require.

My husband is a son of a bitch who will do the job. "

After those words, Nelda left the office, leaving only Einar, who sighed and massaged his left shoulder.

'These days have been quite heavy, but I think it was worth having too many slaves.

 

Good thing with the extra boats I buy from Nelda I can create more trawlers. There shouldn't be some kind of famine for now or in the future.

 

I have to increase food production on the island and prepare the way to the southwest so that I can found the villages.

 

With the next group of slaves from my father-in-law and the Nordic tribe of the Faroe Islands, I will start founding the southwestern part for that way.

 

In April you already have half of the island colonized, at least the coast, because I will have to continue advancing with the other half of the island.

 

This year, all of Iceland has to be completely conquered. There can be no failures of any kind.

 

Well, after that, it will only be a matter of waiting another year so that I can help my father-in-law in the conquest of Ireland.

 

With Ireland conquered, the Faroe Islands must be conquered by the hand of that Viking tribe.

 

From then on, it will only be a matter of starting a war against the Scottish coast. '

Einar, who was imagining everything, sighed and sat down again, as he had to continue making a name book for the group of yellow slaves.

It was important that he not fail because they will be the first to receive the smallpox vaccine.

This is because the number is too high to leave those slaves without a vaccine that can prevent a deadly disease like smallpox.

While he was writing, he could hear that the door of his office was opened so when he raised his face he realized that it was Helmi.

Who had in his hands a tray that had a cup of hot pine tea.

"I hope it's not bothering you."

Einar shook his head and gave his wife a smile. "I would never be bothered by a member of our family."

Helmi giggled flirtatiously and closed the door behind her as she walked over to Einar's desk. When she arrived, she placed the tray on the table.

To later sit on Einar's lap and see how he was doing with work.