Rebirth of the Viking King

After get off work, if a group of Golden Scale Guards swarm into a home together, this is a very risky thing.

Because this is not normal.

On the contrary, if everyone is dispersed to different houses, it is much like soldiers who have completed their work and gone home to rest.

Even if someone sees it, no one will doubt it.

When the population base reaches a certain level, the hidden stakes of the "Vulcan Cult" can avoid all factors that can cause risks under the integration of "Fire Sacrifice".

At this time, the fire priest in Versailles, the mysterious man nicknamed "The High Sparrow", had already sat in front of Alfred.

If he had not revealed his identity, Alfred would have never believed that such a meticulous rescue plan was in his hands.

Because this person is younger than him.

He is a 13-year-old student who has just returned from church school.

**

After the 13-year-old boy returned home, he threw his schoolbag to his "mother" in the room, and then immediately entered the bird society behind the room.

Like all members of the Fireband, the High Sparrow was born into the common people.

Their family has been engaged in poultry farming for generations, and there are two huge chicken coops behind the house. Among them are egg-laying hens, quails that can be sold to nobles, and a small number of homing pigeons, parrots and other ornamental birds.

"Even if I were burned by the eternal fire for hundreds of years, I still can't figure out what kind of madness would allow you, Duke Loki, to reveal the true face of the 'sect master' to your face?"

The high sparrow grabbed the smelly bird food and threw it into the chicken coop, while turning back to chat with Alfred.

Alfred looked at everything in front of him with dumbfounded eyes. A fire priest whose church level is equal to that of a regional dean only needs to go to school on weekdays.

After school, he actually had to go into the chicken coop that smelled like chicken shit to feed the chickens himself! Who would have thought that such a little person struggling in the soil would be the noble "fire sacrifice"? !

No wonder the "Inquisition" ties a large number of heretics to the stakes and burns them publicly every year, but the Fire Gang still kills them endlessly.

They all "live" in their own disguise.

"I don't know exactly what plan my adoptive father is preparing in his mind, but he must be an amazingly talented person who can completely change the status of the Vikings on this continent in just three years. Man!”

"Haha Jingcai?"

"Still stunning?!"

"I think he's just a brainless fool!"

After scattering the chicken feed in his hands, the big sparrow turned around and walked to the birdcage. The birdcage was not closed tightly but opened wide to the sky. At this time, the night fell, and from time to time, gray-white sparrows fell from the sky.

The young man stretched out his white wrist and caught them steadily.

Sparrows make rhythmic chirping sounds. The High Sparrow put his left ear to listen carefully. After listening to each one, he would put this most inconspicuous bird into the bird box, and then feed them fragrant roasted grass seeds.

"Hey, my guess is indeed correct!" Hearing the excitement, the High Sparrow even grabbed a handful of grass seeds and threw them into his mouth, crunching and chewing them.

When he turned to look at Alfred, his eyes had already curved into two crescents.

"My dear Master Alfred, you can't say that our servants took the money and did nothing! Your lord, the Duke, did not choose to leave the city, but instead plunged into the Grand Palais in Paris!"

"What does he think he is? Has Odin come to the world?!"

"Tsk, tsk, there may not be one such desperado in a hundred years! Is it possible that he really thinks that with his mortal body, he can be the opponent of the old lizard?!"

Alfred narrowed his eyes.

He never expected that the half-grown child in front of him was actually an "animal whisperer".

This ability cannot be learned and can only be inherited through the thin blood of the "ancestors" in the blood. Their thin bloodline makes it extremely difficult for them to talk to hundreds of thousands of people like their ancestors.

After ten thousand years, it is extremely rare to be able to understand the language of a single species of beast passed down to this generation.

Alfred once met a man in Constantinople who could talk to elephants. However, in terms of practicality, his ability is more than ten times weaker than the "High Sparrow" who can talk to sparrows.

With the ability of the "High Sparrow", he can immediately take up a job as an intelligence manager in any country he enters. Unexpectedly, he would be willing to live in Versailles and be an ordinary fire priest.

"Hey, Your Highness, don't look at me like that."

"Compared with my abilities, it seems that you should care more about your adoptive father now."

"My little bird told me that he has been controlled by the 'sect master'! How can he not get his shoes wet when he often walks by the river? If the sky wants to destroy it, it must first expand."

"This is the consequence of winning consecutive battles and being too inflated!"

Alfred couldn't sit still when he heard that his adoptive father had fallen into the hands of the enemy. Although this day was full of trials, killings, and escapes, the knight Rong Yao deeply engraved in his bones still drove him to rescue his adoptive father from the tiger's mouth.

However, as soon as he stood up, he immediately felt dizzy.

**

"Your Highness, how can the food prepared for you by my 'Passing Fire Gang' be so delicious?"

The High Sparrow showed his white teeth again, but this time there was a bit more evil hidden in his smile. This expression ruthlessly revealed to Alfred that these pagans seemed to be helping him, but they were not his friends.

"Duke Loki fell into the hands of the old lizard 'Mutu', and he is hopeless! Although Mutu may not execute him immediately, the Illuminati's 'soul-searching technique' is no joke."

"They learned this set of techniques to torture people's souls from the Styx priests. As long as there is enough time, there is no information that they cannot find out."

"Remember, Duke Loki is not his real target!"

"What this old guy really wants is the 'Asgard Portal' in your hands!"

With his whole body numb and numb, Alfred slowly moved his left hand to try to pull out the broadsword. However, the toxins that entered his stomach after decomposing food had gradually spread throughout his body.

Not to mention using his hands, he couldn't even move his legs easily.

"Your Highness, please believe in the professionalism of the 'Fire Thief'! Now that we have accepted such a great gift as the 'Jade Seal of the Nation', we will definitely send you survivors back to the Normandy region safely."

"From now on, no one can hurt you—"

"——Including yourselves!"