Rebirth of the Viking King

Alfred knew the dangers Francis faced by returning to the tiger's den alone.

Although he had a silver note worth 100,000 silver coins on his person, the bank note had to be exchanged for silver coins at the "Paris Chamber of Commerce" before it could be used.

Don’t forget, just 2 days ago, Chamber of Commerce President “Diamond Flower” Durang died under Alfred’s sword.

Don't talk about entering the Chamber of Commerce Bank at this time.

Staying any longer on the streets of Paris is downright dangerous.

Therefore, when Francis asked to take away everything the two of them owned, including the two horses, the carriage that carried the body, all the gold and silver, and the passage document signed by the Golden Scale Guard, Alfred gave it all to him without hesitation.

When disaster strikes, teammates who will not run away, but instead try their best to seek a comeback opportunity, are hard to come by.

The old patriarch is a precious blessing given to the Vikings by the gods in heaven.

The two simply slept around the campfire for a few hours to regain their strength. When the sky turned pale and the sun had not fully risen, Francis had already changed into mourner's clothes and drove the carriage away.

Although Alfred was unarmed and penniless, he did not feel a trace of panic.

People grow up in the training of the world of mortals.

One year of living with the Vikings completely transformed him from a pampered young man into a warrior who could adapt to any complex situation. Stomping out the campfire with both feet, Alfred looked towards the direction of the rising sun to find the north, already planning the route in his mind.

Paris is not far from the English Channel, with a straight-line distance of less than 100 kilometers. Driving the horses slowly, this journey can be completed in 2 days.

But if you take a boat down the river, driven by the surging river water, you can reach the mouth of the English Channel in less than a day.

That's what Alfred did.

He first climbed into the canyon again, stabbed and slashed with the recommended bone knife, and peeled off the crocodile skin he killed yesterday and carried it on his shoulders.

Alfred's skinning skills were inherited from the Slavic king "Bakanbusch".

During the few months of hunting in Asgard, he followed Barkan Bush every step of the way and learned almost all of his hunting skills. There are many kinds of thorny prey in the 7 major gods. In comparison, peeling off a complete crocodile skin is not difficult at all.

Next, he carried the crocodile skin and came to the Seine River not far from the "Crocodile Canyon".

No one would refuse a lone traveler with a precious crocodile skin on his shoulders, especially when Alfred said in broken English that he could sell the crocodile skin exclusively to the boat owner at half price, and he was immediately invited to the ferry.

The French captain, who had made a small fortune, even took out a new set of clothes for him to put on, and also filled his stomach.

After being disguised by the members of the Chuanhuo Gang, Alfred exuded this sense of harmlessness all over his body. Not to mention that he was originally from England and spoke fluent English. He was far different from the group of Viking men wanted by the Golden Scale Guard.

When night fell again, the rushing river water had already delivered the ferry to the dock near the English Channel.

A large number of ferries gather here.

Alfred touched the two French gold coins engraved with "gorse leaves" in his hand and came to the French captain again.

"Generous Master, the weather has turned cold these days. I wonder if I can exchange a gold leaf for this luxurious fox fur robe of yours?"

The French captain licked his ears and asked three times before confirming that what the English young man in front of him said in English did mean this.

The gold coin "Purse Leaf" commonly used in the Principality of France has extremely strong purchasing power.

The young man who was carrying a complete crocodile skin by the river first bought himself a high-quality crocodile skin at half the price (for the boat owner, this was no different from picking up 5 gold leaves for nothing), and then he Want to exchange a gold leaf for the fox fur robe you have worn for 10 years?

I won't be too many if I have ten more idiots like this!

When it docked at the port, the barge began to unload, and Alfred walked off the ship contentedly wearing a fox fur coat. Outside the pier, he saw the port full of Golden Scale Guards. They led huge black-skinned hounds and carefully examined the merchants who were about to board the ship.

Smiling slightly, Alfred knew that he had guessed correctly again.

Walking casually into a queue waiting to board the ship, Alfred gently patted the old man in front of him.

"Dear Sir, the weather is cold, and it makes me feel distressed to see you dressed so thinly. Why don't you let me give you this fox fur coat?"

As he spoke, he took off his clothes and gently placed them on the old man's shoulders.

The old Frenchman couldn't understand the English spoken by Alfred at all. But the boy with a sunny smile put on a piece of clothing for himself, and he instinctively wanted to express his gratitude.

When he turned around, he found that the young man had disappeared at some point.

"Child, did you see a young man behind me just now?" The old man asked the young Englishman who was standing behind him and waiting to board the ship with his wife beside him.

However, the newly married young man was obviously still immersed in the sweet memories of his wife visiting France, and did not pay attention to the person in front of him at all.

"Ha! I'm getting too old, my eyesight is dazzled!" the old man muttered.

(Did you just have a hallucination?)

(But I have an extra fox fur robe that is in good condition. This is true!)

The team preparing to board the ship continued to move forward. Finally, when the old man stood in front of the Golden Scale Guard, the hound in the Golden Scale Guard's hand immediately began to become anxious.

He barked loudly at the old man, then bit his coat and tried to pull it off from him.

"Hail Mary, what exactly happened?" Before the collapsed old man could struggle, he was pushed to the ground by the Golden Scale Guard.

"The real master has appeared! Brothers, hold him down!"

The Golden Scale Guard's eyes shone with excitement, and the French Merchants Federation offered an unimaginably exaggerated price for Alfred's head.

He seemed to have heard the crisp sound of gold coins falling from the sky.

"Alfred is a student who graduated first in the Pantheon! His strength is extraordinary. Everyone, surround me! Hold his hands tightly."

The old man didn't even have a chance to explain, and was immediately suppressed by a group of fat and muscular Golden Scale Guards.

"Sir, how could I be that Prince of Wessex? I want to regain my youth, but do I have the ability?"

"fart!"

"You have received help from the demons of the Vulcan Cult. They must have put on human skin masks for you. Brothers, please peel off his face and restore his true appearance!"

Four or five big hands were groping randomly on the old man's face, trying to find the seams of the human skin mask. This made it even more difficult for the already insane old man to speak.

"This dress was given to me by the young man standing behind me."

After saying this with difficulty, the captain of the Golden Scale Guard suddenly turned around and stared at the newlyweds standing behind the old man with his small eyes.

"Hey, that's what happened! Prince Alfred, let's see where you can run this time!"

"Brothers, cuff him!"

"Captain, which one are you talking about?"

"Fake!! No need to ask, of course everyone in the dock!"

The originally orderly port immediately turned into chaos. In an unnoticed corner, Alfred was already operating his psychic powers. Activating the power of the Hurricane Berserker, he stepped on the breeze and jumped, flying 10 meters away and jumping directly onto the ferry that was about to set sail.

Following the outer wall of the ship, he slipped through the porthole into the cargo hold. The warehouse was neatly stacked with barrels of rum, spices, cloth and glassware from Byzantium.

Finding a barrel of rum, Alfred opened the lid and jumped into the barrel with a plop.

He knew how powerful the French hound was, so when he entered the ship, he did not leave a single footprint on the floor.

The farce on the pier will not end for a while.

If by any chance the Golden Scale Guard led his hounds to search the ship, only this strong-smelling rum could cover up his smell.