Chapter 20 Fated meeting
" Ah, I am so bored now. Maybe should we eat something there?"
Harold complained about being jobless recently, wanting to do something here and there but who could hire him or command him after seeing his giant body? Most people would be intimated by his sheer tone alone after all, much less his look which looked like a statue of a god in ancient times filled with masculine.
" Yeah, we helped the people for their rebuild but they keep declining us. I mean we are strong and we can lift up some heavy stuff. It is not like they are going lift all those heavy stones by themselves."
Arne bit an apple in his hand, agreeing with his words while Halfdan and Arthur silently walked next to them.
Sadly they would never find a task that was suited for them and secondly, Halfdan didn't want them to work because these guys would make things more difficult for others for their talent was in destruction, not creation or building.
" Just don't complain. You have great food and you can enjoy leisure time. I mean you could go to other places."
The duo understood Halfdan's words as they exchanged a glance and shook their heads because it wasn't possible in their eyes.
" Have you seen them, Halfdan? They have freaking black teeth and smell bad. I mean not all girls are the same but when it comes to hygiene, I think our people are better.
Heck, they don't even use soap. Also, I hate greasy hair."
Harold didn't hold back his guns, spraying his preference until Halfdan calmed him down because Arthur's face was darkened at his words.
He was offended by these two but he didn't say it out loud, knowing this was the truth since Vikings are one of the cleanest people on this planet. They would comb their hair constantly, brushing their teeth 2 to 3 times with horse hair brushes, and used scented soap to bathe themselves which made them smell incredibly good.
" We probably should teach people about hygiene. I mean they can make soaps if we teach them and it isn't expensive. So do brushes and bathing."
Halfdan recalled the abundant apples in this territory, calculating they would be able to make scented soaps with them. Furthermore, the education system could be improved under legalization and they could improve daily lifestyle in a decade or maybe even shorter.
" Thank you, brother. I also agree with you. My people do need some education because they are poor and uneducated."
Despite being harsh, Arthur acknowledged the fact that the Isles people were ignorant. Especially lower class people had no chance to learn about hygiene and even they knew it was expensive to keep one.
Just as they were chatting among themselves, they heard the scuffle in the alley when they passed through it. The damp-looking road with the smell of people's piss made no way there but to cross streets in a short time, some dared to approach it.
However, every alley had some scum in their vicinity, hiding to lure their next prey. Unfortunately, this time was the same but there was a little variance.
" Stop! How dare you rob a person in Kent territory?"
Arthur changed his face after looking at fallen beggars in the alley, imagining this was the work of a hooded figure in the dark. His eyes quickly darted between the trembling people, believing this was his work.
" I think you have a misunderstanding. I am not a robber."
The figure tried to explain his action to him but Harold was much faster than his mouth. With a single second, his spear almost stopped before his throat but to his surprise, the man drew his sword.
"Oh, you have some nice sword there. Where did you get it?"
Arne came behind him, rubbing his chin with a light smile on his face but his actions were contrary to his expression.
He quickly charged toward the man who was taken by surprise because he never imagined some would dare to charge toward him with flesh.
" What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?"
Before he could understand what was happening to him, Arne jumped on the bricks of the wall, circling behind him with precise movements while Harold kicked his leg.