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My Mother Told Me

MC known from my other novel, thanks to the joke of God Weles, is reborn in the times of the Vikings ... the Vikings series. Here, more than the previous novel, I will focus on beliefs, demons and Slavic traditions. The MC will have his powers and knowledge ... Of course, there will also be a lot of focus on the history ... Unfortunately, the creators of the series made some mistakes that I do not intend to correct ... like Rollo was not Ragnar's brother ... and Ivar, instead of being a cripple, could be impotent. If there are any reviews, let them be honest, it's a pity that someone would waste time on something that is not to their liking. MC is not a good man, he is a murderer, sadist, manipulator and womanizer. This novel has no safe spaces, so anyone who gets offended ... I don't give a shit. Chapters will appear not too often. The Commonwealth remains my main focus.

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I did not want any reward, I already had a lot and I would like to disappear from the radar of the gods, but unfortunately it was not possible ... in my previous life I dealt with smaller and larger matters for them ... I would prefer some paid leave ... it does not even have to be paid, I can handle it... Drinks with umbrellas ... no umbrellas, busty MILFs ... yeah ... cold vodka and hot women.

- Ulf, I know you don't want anything except boobs and vodka, but as people say... "When they give it, take it. When they beat it, run away."

- Lord Weles, I also know the saying "that in life nothing is for free, you pay for everything." So give what you've got and let's get it over with.

- You are a difficult case, but I still owe you for Bojan. That's why I will give you a piece of amber for his rescue, you know what to do with it ... and for temple in Norway, something that will be very useful to you now ...

I felt a gentle breeze on my face.

- ... each of your ships will always have good wind in their sails, a gift from Strzybog (Slavic god of wind).

I hid the amber in my backpack, when I come back I will make a necklace of it so that I can always have it with me.

Weles disappeared into the air. I felt the gentle hitting of the wave against the ship, my crew returned to unfinished conversations ... the sails filled with strong winds, and a passing seagull or other flying rat pooped and hit my ship... Several hundred square kilometers of fucking water ... and the bird hit my ship with shit.

A few hours later, we came to shore to rest and discuss our plans.

- As I said in Kattegat, it must be a quick raid, no more than a few hours. We rob everything we can, we burn the rest. We only take slaves of value, those who know how to build houses, carpenters, blacksmiths, shipbuilders and those who know how to make beer, mead or wine. The rest is worthless and we only take them when there is time.

All listeners focused, only Rollo had some additional questions.

- Ulf, what are you afraid of, we have thirteen ships, over 400 men, we will deal with the opponent...

- Rollo, near the place we will attack, the King of these lands often stays ... and he has over 4,000 people. This is not fear, it is common sense. If I'm going to die, it's the gods' will, but I'm not going to die stupidly to impress ... even the gods.

I wasn't going to argue with anyone, that was my plan and it was going to be carried out that way. After the raid, I planned to join Leif near Hamburg and plunder nearby settlements. After a night at the beach, we returned to our ships and continued west.

I was sitting on the edge of the well, houses were on fire, and I was a little disappointed. The conquest of Antwerp was not difficult for us. We attacked just before dawn, while the settlement was still mostly asleep. The resistance was minimal, but our gains were also not big. The church was not rich, only a few pounds of silver. There were many more raw materials, and not many useful slaves. In order to even out the miserable loot, I ordered that all inhabitants be taken and the whole settlement burned.

- Nail the priest so that the body does not fall from the cross ... do not nail the hands, but the wrists!!!

They didn't even know how to crucify someone, I have to teach them everything ... I was angry with myself, I knew the history and made such a mistake ... Antwerp will be an important trading point, but in 70 or 100 years. I didn't lose on this raid, but I was hoping for a bigger profit... Fuck.

I tried to remember everything I ever read about this region and its history ... And I got revelations ... Charlemagne ... Einhard ... and Ghent.

The city of Ghent, there were two abbeys, founded by some saint. Einhard, author of Life of Charles the Great, will be abbot in a dozen years from now ... the perfect place to make up for a weak loot.

I ordered my crew to dig up the nearby graveyard, take the dug up bones and skulls and load them onto the ship.

- Ulf, is this one good?

I went to the grave where One-Eyed Arne was digging.

- Have you lost your eyesight completely? You can see that it is fresh and does not lie in the grave for more than a month. It was winter, they buried her shallowly, that also helped keep her fresh ... but her tits are nice.

... some valuable things were also found.

I have always buried people in their graves in my life, today I pull them out of their graves for the first time in my life ... life can be surprising.

The slaves were horrified at our behavior, but making an example of one of them calmed them down.

We sailed towards our new target, and I prepared our costumes ... I placed skull fragments on our helmets , I attached ribs to chain mail ... The bones were only enough for 37 people, but it is sufficient to pretend to be an undead army. Several people have clothed themselves completely with animal skins to pretend to be beasts.

It took us three days to reach the town. We landed a few kilometers below Ghent and went on a scouting trip with a few people.

After traveling a few meters and climbing a tree, we saw the city of Ghent... Our new target looked promising and did not look very fortified. A wooden wall, an ordinary gate, a few soldiers on the walls ... but it did not make the impression of a mighty fortress. Perhaps the townspeople did not believe that someone could attack them.