Chapter 222: Arriving at the Royal City

I don't know whether Yu Lin mispronounced the spell, or the summoning spell failed, or perhaps it was just some guy making it up.

In any case, after finishing the chant, nothing happened.

Seeing this, Luo De Er hurriedly grabbed the stele and threw it straight into the sea, then wiped his sweat and said to Yu Lin:

"Ares, you must never do this again, or else you'll get yourself killed!"

"Dying like this won't let you enter the Hall of Heroic Spirits!"

"Unless you also have divine protection on you to resist the evil god's interference!"

Yu Lin patted his shoulder and smiled: "Relax, take a deep breath."

"I'll be more careful next time."

"Huh? There's a next time?!" Luo De Er widened his eyes.

This guy, with such guts, must have divine protection.

Otherwise, how could his strength be so great?

Yu Lin, however, said no more, merely walking up to the fish he had just caught and said: "To express my apologies."

"Today I'll cook."

Saying that, he drew a short knife, swish-swish a few times, and as the blade's light faded, the whole large fish was completely divided.

Fish skin, fish flesh slices, fish bones.

He snapped his fingers, and a few planks from the nearby pirate warship flew over, ignited automatically, and then a stove was set up.........

Seeing this, Luo De Er and the others were stunned, their eyes full of shock.

How is this any different from divine power?!

I want to learn it!

But they also knew Yu Lin wouldn't teach them.

All they could do was heartily enjoy his fish feast.

Until night came and passed.

At dusk the next day, they finally docked at the pier of the Royal City.

The sunset's afterglow fell upon the Royal City under the rule of Blue Tooth King Ha La Er.

In deep winter, the whole city was shrouded in pure white snow, icicles hung from the eaves, glittering with an orange-red glow in the twilight.

People came and went at the pier, their exhaled breath condensing in the cold air.

People in thick furs busily loaded and unloaded goods, while fishermen tidied up their last catch. From afar came the clanging of the blacksmith's hammer, mingled with vendors' cries:

"Hot honey wine! Warmth against the cold!"

"Top-grade bear fur! A precious treasure from the North!"

Smoke curled from the chimneys of the wooden houses lining the streets, filling the air with the aroma of baked bread and stewed meat.

Children played and laughed in the snow-covered streets, while occasionally a warrior clad in bear fur walked by, his battle-axe and longsword clanking.

The Royal Palace stood at the city's highest point, its stone walls covered in snow, its banners fluttering in the cold wind.

Despite the cold weather, the city was still full of vitality, not bad at all.

Luo De Er drew a deep breath of icy air, a smile of homecoming appearing on his face:

"We've finally arrived! Tonight let's have a good drink!"

"Ares, we'll go see the king first thing tomorrow morning!"

"First tonight, stay at my place—how does that sound?"

Yu Lin gazed at this Viking Royal City and nodded:

"Then I'll impose on you."

Luo De Er took Yu Lin to his own home, while Ge Wa and the others went to the military base, where lodging would be arranged for them.

In the snowy twilight.

This city possesses both the ruggedness of the northern lands and the prosperity of the royal capital, truly befitting the prestige of Blue Tooth King Ha La Er.

However, for him, the lifestyle of conquering and looting, though exhilarating, is of no benefit to their long-term development.

After all, all the able-bodied have died—who's left to develop the nation?

No matter how much wealth there is, if no one can guard it, it will eventually become nothing more than treasure in someone else's treasury.

Thus Ha La Er's introduction of Christianity also considered this aspect.

In his later years, seeing the country emptied out and neighboring Germany growing ever stronger, he began to deeply ponder the current state of the nation............ to be continued later.

Yu Lin, walking down the street at this moment, could already see a few scattered missionaries in Christian robes preaching on the street.

However, few people were willing to stop and listen to them, and they would often shout insults and drive them away.

At present, Aoding faith is still predominant; suddenly coming to preach the Christian faith to the locals, and given the Vikings' fierce customs, they naturally wouldn't fare well.

Not beating you up counts as them being in a good mood today.

Yu Lin also had no intention of stepping forward to speak; he simply had no such intention.

As he passed those missionaries, at that moment an old man about fifty years old suddenly turned his head to look at him.

It wasn't that he felt anything; rather, the cross in his hand sensed an aura that made him unable to resist following it.

In his field of view, that silhouette stood out especially tall and straight in the sunset's afterglow.

Golden light outlined his slender figure, as if his whole person were enveloped in a holy halo.

His steps were calm, each step as if treading on a point in time, his robes fluttering lightly in the cold wind.

The old missionary stared blankly at that gradually receding silhouette, the cross in his hand growing slightly warm.

He inexplicably felt that by following that figure, he could find the truth he had sought all his life.

It was an indescribable attraction, like a lost lamb finally seeing the shepherd's guidance.

He was about to step forward when suddenly an angry shout came from beside him:

"You despicable wretch, you can insult me, but you cannot insult my Lord!"

Immediately followed a mocking voice: "Your Lord? What is your Lord supposed to be?!"

Odin is the supreme existence! The king of gods!

You come here preaching your Lord—isn't that an insult to us?!

If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll let you taste my iron fist!

The old missionary snapped back to his senses, seeing several Viking thugs surrounding and shoving a young missionary, hurling abuse.

The young missionary's face was pale, yet he still clung tightly to the cross, stubbornly repeating: "The Lord will forgive your ignorance..."

"Forgive?" a Viking with a fleshy face sneered, raising his fist:

Laozi will first let you experience the wrath of the thunder god!

The old missionary hurried forward to dissuade: "Please stop! This is indeed our offense; I apologize on his behalf!"

We'll leave right away..........

After he led the missionary away from the noisy crowd and looked back——

That figure bathed in the sunset had already vanished at the end of the street, as if it had never appeared.

Only the cross in his hand retained a trace of warmth, reminding him of that strange sensation just now.

What a pity.

The old missionary sighed.

The young missionary beside him took a few deep breaths, then apologized to the old missionary:

Bishop Bo Bo, the earlier incident was my fault for dragging you into it.

"I........."

"No need for that." The old missionary interrupted him, patted his shoulder, and smiled gently:

If the missionary path were smooth sailing, there would be no need for us missionaries.

Just do your best.