Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 39: Unreasonable

The next morning, Margaret squatted by the stream, feeling the cool water and brushing her teeth. She vaguely felt that the territory seemed to be filled with an unusual vitality, more lively than usual.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition came over me.

"Margaret!" A voice suddenly sounded behind her, scaring her so much that her heart beat faster and she almost bit her tongue.

She was too familiar with this voice, it was 100% her brother. She rolled her eyes, with a hint of helplessness and annoyance, turned around and saw Alexander.

He held a brand new wooden sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at her, his eyes full of provocation.

"I challenge you, sister, whoever wins will be the leader!" Alexander announced loudly.

Margaret smiled slightly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes. She suddenly stood up and hit Alexander's head hard with lightning speed, causing him to squat on the ground, holding his head and staring at her angrily.

"Who is the leader?" Margaret said proudly, then turned around and continued brushing her teeth, leaving Alexander there touching the bump on his head with a look of annoyance on his face.

"Despicable, you attacked me by surprise!" Alexander pointed at Margaret, his face full of dissatisfaction and grievance, but before he could finish his words, he was hit again.

Margaret took a step forward and raised her hand, which frightened Alexander so much that he pointed at her while running and said, "The duel hasn't started yet, wait until I put on my helmet!"

He ran away, leaving Margaret standing there expressionlessly. She turned around and scooped up some stream water to rinse her mouth, spitting out the sea salt in her mouth, and rinsed a few more times.

Margaret still had no interest in practicing fighting skills. She was not naive enough to think that she could really beat a man by practicing.

Because fighting is determined by genes. When men are in a fight, adrenaline is secreted in large quantities, their physical strength is directly doubled, and they ignore pain.

This is why the Berserker becomes ferocious and terrifying after drinking the "cold tea".

Women, on the other hand, secrete a certain proportion of adrenaline while also secreting cortisol, commonly known as the stress hormone. Only oxytocin can offset the negative effects of stress hormones.

Embarrassingly, oxytocin can cause the brain to produce thoughts such as attachment and socializing, commonly known as sitting ovulation.

In addition, women have twice as many nerve fibers per square centimeter of skin as men, and the area of the brain that processes pain signals is more active, which means that for the same injury, the pain is doubled or even tripled.

The only ones who can beat him up are the husband and the younger brother who beat him up early, which can easily lead to a wrong perception. Therefore, if you encounter a gangster, the most effective way is not to fight back, but to run away.

Unless she has a full set of plate armor like the Maid of Orleans, she will never participate in any battle.

But what he said was true, but it was directed at ordinary people. Margaret had basically confirmed that she seemed a little special.

It seems that her consciousness will not disappear, but will be transferred to the newborn individual at a certain period of time.

This means eternal life and eternal youth and strength, and she has plenty of time to practice her fighting skills.

Perhaps Alexander, who constantly challenges her, will be a whetstone, allowing the lazy girl to passively hone her combat skills.

She had no interest in exercising at all. It was useless to exercise anyway because her body would have to change sooner or later. Although she had not figured out the rules yet, did she have to exercise all over again after her body changed?
Come on, it’s tiring just to think about it. You might as well lie down comfortably. Why torture yourself?
At this time, Margaret saw several Norsemen passing by with more than a dozen slaves. Among the slaves were men, women and children. They looked tired and desperate. "Adoni Ba (Lord, God) bless me!" A slave put his hands together, clasped his fingers, looked up at the sky, and prayed devoutly.

"Let them drink water!" The slave owner waved his hand, and after getting permission, the group of slaves immediately threw themselves down beside the stream, buried their faces in the water, and drank water in big gulps, as if they had found an oasis in the desert.

Margaret looked closely at the slaves, whose black hair, hooked noses, and beards stood out next to the blond Norsemen. These features seemed familiar, which aroused her curiosity.

She waved at the slave owner and said loudly: "I need to ask something!"

The rude look made the slave owner look at her cautiously, and walked over suspiciously, as if he was sure that she was someone he couldn't afford to offend. He said politely, "Beautiful lady, what can I do for you?"

Margaret touched the pocket sewn into the lining of her sleeve, took out a golden pea and handed it to the slave owner.

She pointed at the slaves and asked, "Answer me, who are these slaves? Why do they look different from us?"

The slaves who had drunk enough water and were lying on the ground exhausted saw Margaret pointing at them and looked at her. They looked at each other and exchanged glances.

"Miss, these people are the sacrifices that the priests will offer to the gods in the near future. They are all pagans who believe in weak foreign gods." The slave owner was overjoyed after receiving the benefit, and put the golden peas in his pocket without even confirming the authenticity of the golden peas.

"Oh, kind lady, please save me and my poor companion!" A slave suddenly rushed over and grabbed Margaret's skirt, scaring her.

The guards who had been keeping an eye on this side at the entrance of the lord's hall not far away noticed something was wrong, called their companions, and ran over here.

The slave owner saw the slave grabbing her skirt and raised his whip to whip him: "Let go! Let go, lowly slave, take away your dirty hands that have soiled the skirt of this beautiful lady, you damned thieves!"

"I don't dare anymore. Please spare my life, master. Please don't hit me!" The slave quickly retracted his hand, rolled on the ground after being beaten, and begged for mercy again and again.

Margaret showed reluctance on her face. She took out another slightly larger golden pea and handed it to the slave owner, pointing at him and ordering him, "Stop whipping! I want all these slaves. Go tell the priests to use livestock for sacrifice instead. No more living human sacrifices are allowed!"

"Miss, this won't do!" The slave owner did not take the coin, but waved his hand without hesitation.

There is no room for negotiation!

Just then, he noticed the aggressive and unfriendly Huscarz guards running towards him and was stunned.

Without saying a word, the guards drew their swords and pointed them at the slave owners and slaves. The unreasonable attitude of the leader's personal soldiers frightened everyone present except Margaret, who knew everything about them.

Seeing this, Margaret immediately stepped forward and stood in front of them.

"Stop!" She stared at the guards, her voice firm and powerful, "As a member of the chief's family, I order you to take back your swords. You are scaring my people!"

The Huscarz guards looked at each other, but finally sheathed their swords and bowed to Margaret: "Miss Sunshine, we are so angry because we saw someone trying to touch your clothes with dirty hands. Please forgive our recklessness!"

(End of this chapter)