Chapter 650 9.73

Chapter 650 73

After pushing open the quaint wooden door, Sartre stopped immediately.

After a long while, he slowly shook his head.

Sartre could never imagine that the silver-white beauty in his memory would become what she is now under the erosion of time.

According to the real time calculation, Sartre should be 37 years old now, and Green is younger than him, 35 years old this year.

However, the woman in front of him did not look like a 35-year-old.

Her skin was dull, her hair was gray, and her eyes were full of crow's feet.

Her once fine and white hands became rough and covered with small wounds.

Among the Viking Frostmen, many women over 50 years old would not become like this.

The bigger difference is the temperament he exudes from the inside out.

When she was young, Green was fair-skinned, beautiful, and full of vigor.

Whether hunting or going out to fight, she always ran at the front of the team on a wolf. Almost all the men in the valley (and most likely some women) have fantasized about sleeping with her.

Whenever thinking of Ge Lin, "pride" is the word that will inevitably pop up in my mind.

However, the hunchbacked woman in front of me at this ordinary moment obviously has nothing to do with the word pride.

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Sater and Guraul had lived in Paris for some time before entering Constantinople.

Loki, who became the king, certainly would not treat the two brothers badly. Before leaving, they were wearing almost the most luxurious clothes that could be found in the Western Continent.

The servants working in the noble mansion are the best at identifying people.

When Ge Lin saw two outsiders wearing high-quality furs entering, her first reaction was to sit up from the bed and bow respectfully to him.

It is not difficult to see that all the habits of a humble servant have been deeply engraved in her bones.

When she finally saw Sater's face clearly, two lines of tears instantly flowed from her slightly old eyes. At this time, Sater still looked like a young man in his twenties. He opened his arms and hugged his childhood playmate tightly, but found that his once straight back could only maintain a slightly bent state.

For 15 years, she bowed, mopped the floor, and served the noble lady to dress and eat every day.

All these jobs require bending over to complete.

The long-term bent spine made her body no longer as tall and straight as when she was young. Sartre stroked her gray hair and felt a wave of sadness in his heart.

"Gelin, my dear friend."

"The entire North Sea is now our base. Loki sits on the throne, and everyone in the Western Continent is telling the story of his conquest of cities and territories."

"Why didn't you go to him for so many years?"

Although he vaguely knew the answer to this question, Sartre still wanted to hear what Gerin had to say.

Gerin's eyes dodged and dared not look directly at him.

"I'm married."

"My current husband treats me very well. I live a comfortable life working here.

I don't need to cause trouble for the king anymore."

Sartre's face gradually sank.

He felt a completely unfamiliar emotion from Green's eyes.

This emotion is called alienation.

It is not difficult to see that she does not welcome his arrival.

"You said these words to me, are you taking me for a fool?"

"The son you raised with great effort entered the arena and fought with strangers to keep you alive, just to please those Roman beasts.

He could die under the knife of strangers at any time.

You call this kind of life "living well"?!

As a playmate who grew up together, Green knew Sartre's character.

She knew who he was, and of course she could hear the anger behind this sentence.

Over the past ten years, he has heard a lot of legends about the Kingdom of Normandy. She also imagined what she would react and what she would say if Loki or his subordinates stood in front of her.

However, when all this really happened, all she could do was remain silent.

"Pack up your things and follow me this afternoon. "

"Your illness is not serious. It is just the sequelae of drinking the rotten potion. This problem can be solved with a bottle of 'Water of God'."

"As for the subsequent battles of Red, you don't have to worry about it at all with me and Guraul by his side."

After speaking, Sartre grabbed the clothes beside him and threw them directly to Ge Lin.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Mo Kui walking out of the door behind him with a bowl of medicine.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the new 'husband' you found.

Haha, I didn't expect you to find an East Lander."

"This East Lander, you have lived together for so long, I believe you can understand the Norse language I speak."

"If she wants to live, she must leave with us today.

From today on, her son will also become a vassal of Loki, the 'King of Paris'.

Forget this woman!

Her true identity is not something that you, as an ordinary person, can touch.

There are very few lies among Vikings, especially those as straightforward as Sartre. As the companion who had been with Loki since he was a child, he knew Loki's character very well.

As long as she returned to the Kingdom of Normandy, Green would immediately become a duchess admired by everyone, and her status would not even be lower than that of the Viking Princess Mehrendine.

It was completely impossible for her to hang out with an old man from the East Land who was originally a servant.

"I won't go."

Ge Lin replied, her voice was low, but the meaning conveyed was quite firm.

Sartre chuckled twice, pulled a chair and sat opposite to Ge Lin.

He looked into Ge Lin's eyes and said seriously: "I didn't bring a rope today because we were companions more than 20 years ago."

"Do you really think that with your current status, you have any qualifications to negotiate with me?!"

Mo Kui sensed the cold murderous intent emanating from Sartre's body. His face changed drastically and he tried to turn around and escape, but he didn't expect a big hand to reach out from the side and grab his throat like a steel rivet, nailing him to the wall and unable to move.

In front of the nearly 2-meter-tall and 200-jin Greedy Wolf passing by Gulaoer, the skinny Mo Kui was as fragile as a chicken out of a cage.

"The true meaning of life is to make choices and then bear the consequences of the choices."

"13 years ago, I followed Loki to fight against Mutu, the king of the Earth Sea. I died and survived in the dark underworld for 13 years. This is the price I have to pay for joining the war."

"I believe in Loki, so I don't regret it."

"15 years ago, if you didn't flee Scandinavia like a wild dog, but followed Loki honestly, it would not be him who was strangled by the neck today, but me."

"It's a pity that you didn't make the right choice!"

"Now you are just a servant who washes the feet of the noble master, and I am a prince under Loki, the king of Paris."

"I order you not to die, and no one can take your life"

"Including yourself."