You and me under the world tree

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

If the conversation with Siegmund can only be described as 'not pleasant'.

Then the short conversation with Sigurd made his brain full of mud, and he even felt that he couldn't think.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that Sigurd is not him, because the fog demon sword Balmonk that belongs to him alone rejects him.

Because there is no way to pick up the Mist Demon Battle Sword, so until now, Siegfried only has the Holy Sword of God's Wrath hanging on his body.

From this aspect, we can see the difference between Sigurd and Siegfried.

However, his ability to use the Holy Sword of God's Wrath, Gorum, is a big problem in itself, and what Sigurd said is not difficult to understand.

With all kinds of evidence in front of him, although the relationship between Sigurd and Siegfried is difficult to express clearly in words, he himself is very clear about it.

That sentence is correct, Sigurd is him, but he is not him.

At the same time, while Siegfried was holding his head in frustration, Hilda only opened his mouth slightly.

She's not an idiot.

Although her temper was indeed a little impatient, it was not that difficult for her to come up with an answer.

"Sigurd is you?" She reached out and scratched her cheek, "It's a little hard to understand, but it's okay."

"you know?"

"I saw it in the book, because my mother is a giant."

This answer seems to be a panacea here.

After all, her mother was a giant, from Jotunheim.

And it's not a commoner among giants, but a giant princess: Gonglu.

Her father is the giant King Sudong who imprisoned Odin and forced the majestic king of the gods to work hard for him.

Gonglu is usually friends with people like Diaz's daughter: Queen of the Hunt Skadi.

Such a giantess is not at the same level as human beings in terms of level, so she can naturally have access to knowledge that humans cannot.

"So, what do you understand?"

Because he talked about something he didn't know, Siegfried couldn't help but get serious.

In fact, he can roughly understand it himself.

But because I don't have much contact with them, and I probably don't even have the opportunity to contact them at ordinary times, I feel a little dazed for a while.

It can even be said that as an ordinary human being, his instinct is to refuse to admit such a horrible thing.

but no way...

"Time can be controlled, have you heard of this?"

With this complicated mood, Hilda's words came from his ears.

"heard about it."

Theoretically speaking, this is part of the creation myth, and it is theoretically the content of Ymir before his death.

"The ancient kingdom of ice and fog collided with the kingdom of fire, cold and heat broke the chaos, and life was born, the first frost giant was born in the poisonous water of the extremely cold ice and snow land, and the fiery barren land was born The first fire giant..."

"Stop, stop, I know this."

Just when Hilda was about to retell the creation myth from the beginning, Siegfried interrupted her just in time.

Hilda wasn't angry either, she just chose a more important section.

"There is no time in chaos. When cold and heat alternate and life is born, there is a concept of time. And with the birth of time is the master of time: the time giant Mondial Farley."

Mondial Farley?

When hearing this name, Siegfried felt a little familiar, as if he had heard this name somewhere.

However, he did not have a specific impression.

At least in the legends of the atrium, the spread of this taboo is far less than that of famous gods such as Odin, Thor, and Tyr.

It's not even as good as "meeting" all the time, Sur and Mani who can see their brilliance when they look up under normal circumstances.

"I've heard a little about this, but I don't know much about it."

"Of course, after all, they are giants."

Hilda was not surprised by this, at least nine out of ten people did not know about Mondial Farley, and it would be good if the remaining one had heard of a name.

After all, the gods have the supreme dominance in the atrium.

"Sur and Mani, the two who control the sun and the moon...the gods are his children."

Sur and Mani, no one knows these two names, after all, they control the sun and moon in the atrium.

However, how could a giant serve the gods?

Siegfried couldn't help showing a trace of doubt in his heart.

In the minds of human beings, when it comes to the relationship between giants and gods, they will think it is hostile.

After all, that war is there.

But no matter what, these were too far away from Siegfried, and he didn't have the time to care about them.

So in the end, he still focused all his attention on the word in Hilda's mouth.

"Can Mondelfarli manipulate time?"

"Well, but this kind of change is not arbitrary. It is said that he is the 'driver of time', but not its controller. Maybe there is a price to pay?"

The last remark was entirely Hilda's own guess, after all, even she couldn't have fully noticed it.

What's more, things like the kingdom of giants are too far away for her.

Even though her mother was a giant, she had no time to think about it when she was so focused on inheriting her father's throne.

Her schedule is not to say full, but she has very little spare time, at most she just casually flips through books or spends time with her girlfriends.

But now, she inexplicably feels some regret...

"I should read more books about this, or even ask my father..."

However, such remorse is purely an afterthought.

She also knows that there are some things that a future queen does not need to touch.

So at the end, she just sighed.

Her reading books are actually quite complicated, some are recorded by bards in Midgard, and some are books from the kingdom of giants.

And the source of the content about Mondelfarli is forgotten, but she still remembers to hear clearly.

"Well, it is rumored that he is an ally of the Asa Protoss, and both children work in the Protoss."

"An ally of the Protoss?"

Speaking of this, the two of them were actually at a loss. After all Hilda had said so much, he still couldn't get to the point, not even where Sigurd came from.

However, this provides a good idea.

"Maybe, you should ask your uncle... if you can see him next time."

"Maybe."

When Hilda mentioned it, Siegfried couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Can I still see my uncle?

He was a little uneasy.

However, what Hilda said was indeed correct.

"If it's uncle, he should know."

Regarding this point, the young warrior did not have any doubts, because this was almost a trust engraved in his bones.

However, at this moment, he felt something was wrong.

"There are all kinds of people around you, and you can even rely on your elders as much as you want."

Had Sigurd been lonely all his life?

In other words, what should uncle know?

"Hey, Siegfried, someone is coming."

While he was thinking, Hilda nudged him lightly with his elbow.

"It's not a ghoul, it's not a sea monster, it's a pirate ship!"

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

The huge ship approached slowly, and when Hilda reminded Siegfried, Siegfried, whose perception had decreased significantly due to exhaustion, turned his eyes to the distance.

Deep in the dark mist, a huge ship slowly approached.

In terms of size, this ship may be smaller than the ghost ships of the giant ghouls seen before, but it is far larger than ordinary ships.

Most importantly, its base seems to be very thick, and it seems to have several layers.

However, perhaps because of the lack of magic, although it looks huge and bloated, it is far from being 'automatic' like Hilda's building boat.

It had huge black sails, and on the sides of the ship were huge oars.

The sliding of the oars was not considered fast, but with the surging of the huge oars, the speed of this huge ship appeared to be particularly fast.

As the ship approached, Hilda and Siegfried finally saw the people on it clearly.

Not ghouls, not sea monsters, these guys standing on the deck of the huge ship are living people.

They are mainly humans, with a few low guys mixed in, they are dwarves.

However, unlike the dwarves with unusually pale and bluish skin, their skin is extremely rough and looks a little dark.

This is the hallmark of a half-breed dwarf.

After all, the northern sea is a place with everything, and it is not surprising that dwarves, creatures that are often kidnapped, appear here.

For the current Siegfried and Hilda, the 'living people' appearing here are actually a good thing.

After all, they know that there is only one force in the northern seas today, and that is the 'Northern Pirates' re-established based on those exiled guys more than 20 years ago.

And their leader is the ex-Norwegian princess and the only surviving daughter of the ex-King Angentil: Hervale.

When he saw the ship approaching, Siegfried thought for a moment, and finally showed a subtle expression that was not a smile.

"Well, there was indeed quite a lot of movement here before."

In fact, the arrival of the pirates did not exceed their expectations.

After all, the previous 'movement' was indeed a bit big.

Not to mention the horse-shaped water monster from the nether world, just the scream of the last glimpse of the world serpent Jormungandr resounded in this sea area.

Although it's just a whisper, but the same wandering in this sea area

Then, he stood up slowly.

However, the exhausted exhaustion still lingered in his body.

Sitting was okay before, and he didn't feel anything, but when he wanted to stand up, that kind of fatigue swept over his whole body, which inevitably made him feel heavy on his body.

To be honest, with his excellent physical ability, he never felt that his adoptive father's armor was so heavy.

So the next moment, he felt his feet go limp, and his whole body fell to the side.

Although for Siegfried, who has been honing his martial arts, he will not fall down, but it is inevitable to stagger.

But at this moment, Hilda supported him.

"be careful."

She put her hands on his shoulders, the distance was a little close, and when Siegfried's breath hit her face, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because he was a little tired, Siegfried basically focused on other things, but he didn't care about them.