Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 68 Wearing a dung coat makes you invincible
"You can't abandon her, otherwise you will get nothing!" Margaret warned quickly.

Margaret's hair was stuck to her face and the waves were hitting her face. She was in a terrible mood. She could only pray that no curious shark would set its sights on their legs.

Suddenly, she felt weak all over, as if she was restrained by an invisible force. A huge wave hit her, and the fragile raft was torn apart by the waves. She was hit hard by the waves, and her body involuntarily crashed into Rosaline.

The two were swept away by the surging waves and disappeared into the vast night. Only Matt and his son were left. They looked up in confusion and astonishment, trying to find Margaret's trace in the moonlight, but they could not see anything except the rough sea.

Margaret, too weak to swim, sank to the bottom of the sea, her heart filled with regret. Although she had lured Rosaline with benefits, it was undeniable that Rosaline had lent a hand when she needed help the most. However, now she let Rosaline die with her.

She reluctantly accepted this reality.

She didn't know if she could continue reincarnating without her newborn's body.

Margaret sank to the bottom of the sea with a heart full of regrets. Suddenly, she felt something huge fish brushing against her thighs, and her heart was immediately filled with fear.

Could it be a great white shark? Although she was not afraid of dead or living people, sharks were her nightmare. If she was eaten by a shark and ended up as fish feces, it would be really depressing.

Just then, she felt something push against her butt, bringing her closer to the water.

Ok?
With the moonlight filtering through the water, she vaguely saw a group of dolphins swimming underwater, and soon her butt was hit again.

Margaret's face surfaced and she took big gulps of air, but was soon knocked back into the water by the waves.

The wind and waves are getting stronger!
Again and again, the dolphins took turns lifting her up, all in the same direction, and Margaret could feel their friendliness.

thank you all!

She reached under her butt and touched the other's smooth skin, then she remembered that shark's skin was said to be rough. She was so panicked just now that she didn't think of this.

After an unknown amount of time, Margaret saw the coastline not far away. With the help of the dolphins, she was pushed to the shallows.

Is she so smart? She can recognize the coast? Instead of pushing her into the deep sea?
Useful knowledge has been added!

After being saved, she instantly developed a great fondness for dolphins. But right now, she had to figure out how to make a fire to dry her clothes and find something to eat.

She just felt tired, hungry and very thirsty.

If she continues like this and gets sick, given her current physical condition, she will most likely die here.

Margaret looked back, as if she wanted to take a last look at the group of dolphins, but she was shocked to find that there was a person soaking in the water.

She ran over to check, only to find that the man's legs were raised up and his penis was hard.

"Matt?"

Yes, the deceased was Matt. She looked around and found three other figures.

She checked them one by one. Caspar and Frank, who were head down, were also hard, while Rosalyn, who was face up, more like standing in the water, was still a little warm.

She glanced at Rosalyn's bulging chest, then suddenly realized something and looked down at her own chest, pouted her lips, and tried to drag the other person to the shore.

There was nothing to envy. Although that thing could provide buoyancy, it was a hindrance to armor penetration, so she didn't envy it.

After thinking about it, she realized that, due to different buoyancy, women fall into the water with their heads facing upwards, while men fall face up. But why? She is also a woman, why is she also face down? This is discrimination against lolita bodies!

Margaret dragged her ashore, pinched Rosalin's nose with one hand, and used the first aid she had learned to blow oxygen into her lungs.

At the same time she pressed the center of the other person's chest.

Rosalin opened one eye and stared at Margaret who was blowing air into her lungs. Her eyes widened instantly, and she turned her face to the side and vomited out a steady stream of sea water from her lungs.

Then she started coughing.

Margaret stared at Rosalin with a grim expression. It wasn't because something had happened to the other party, but because they probably had to go by land. She suddenly thought that they would inevitably have to pass through some villages by land. Originally, she only needed to find some mud to smear on her face, and the wild dogs would not be interested in her two taels of meat.

But Rosalin is different. She is a tall and curvy girl, and she is a piece of fat meat wherever she goes.

Poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people. Who knows how many troubles you will encounter along the way? Do you want to bet that everyone along the way will be a good person?
As for giving up Rosalin, she felt that she and she were sisters in distress, and she couldn't give up on her. Moreover, it would be very painful if there was no one to accompany her and encourage each other along the way.

Margaret shook her head and paced back and forth, her eyes fixed on Rosalyn, circling her several times.

"Your Majesty, do I have any questions?" Rosalin asked doubtfully.

"You..." Margaret shared her concerns with the other party.

Countless ideas flashed through her mind, such as disguising herself as a man, but she decisively rejected them after observing Rosalyn's bust.

There is a huge difference between the skeletons of women and men. Rosalyn's shoulders are too narrow and her hips are too wide. Perhaps thick clothes can hide her fatness, but her eyebrows and eyes cannot be concealed.

Moreover, it is uncomfortable to hold it when traveling long distances.

Women's eye sockets are oval and the distance between the nose and lips is narrow, while men's eye sockets are dark glasses and the distance between the nose and lips is wide.

Speaking of cheeks, women have wider teeth while men have narrower ones, and the distribution of facial fat is also different.

Margaret shook her head. Only a fool could tell a man from a woman at a glance. She rejected one idea after another. Rosalin's face became more suspicious.

Suddenly, Margaret thought of something, bent down to pick up a shell, and trotted into the sea. She stripped the clothes off the corpse, then used the shell to cut open the flesh on the corpse's abdomen and pulled out the intestines.

She only took the large intestine, turned it inside out, and smeared the stinking excrement on her clothes. Although it was disgusting, she did it to save her life.

Margaret immediately retched and retched.

Rosalin stood up and watched her tinkering with disgust, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Put it on!" Margaret handed the dung coat to Rosalyn.

Rosalyn's eyes widened.

Margaret explained: "I heard that no matter how beautiful a woman is, people will stay away from her if she has a bad smell. It can protect you!"

"Absolutely not!" Hearing this, Rosalin pinched her nose, frowned, waved her hands in resistance, and shook her head frantically.

Margaret walked towards her, while Rosalin retreated and ran away, looking at her with the eyes of a country girl who was avoiding the devil.

"Your Majesty, I can't wear it! Please don't force me, I can't stand this dress! Ugh~"

"Ugh! Don't run!" Margaret dry-heaved, furious. She had been fiddling with it for so long, but the other party actually ran away.

She quickly chased after him.

After a few minutes, Margaret stopped chasing. Since Rosalyn had made her decision, she didn't care.

give up!
She put the dung coat on herself and headed east along the coastline.

"Your Majesty, don't leave me!" Rosalin chased after her, but Margaret ignored her.

"I wear it, I am willing to wear it!"

What a hassle! She stared at him speechlessly and led him back to the coastline where the body was.

She made a new dung coat and considerately hung a piece of large intestine around the neck of the other person who was pinching his nose as a scarf.

(End of this chapter)