Sheyan answered insipidly towards Harrod’s interrogation.

"Following the viking’s tradition, I placed his body on a tiny boat and set it adrift into the sea."

Harrod remained expressionless, while Ammand callously doubted. "Ye be capable of such kindness?"

Sheyan disdainfully scoffed. "It is up to you to believe."

Harrod suddenly issued.

"He isn’t lying. We vikings possess a method to locate the corpses of kin under the radiance of the majestic Odin."

Ammand’s gaze turned slightly grim.

Harrod ignored him but continued speaking with Sheyan.

"Ultimately, this affair belongs to my household, it isn’t worth the needless shedding of blood by fellow tribe warriors. Seaman Yan, I dare you to a blood boat decider. Regardless of the victor, the seven viking warriors will not act!"

After hearing that, Ammand’s pupils contracted. Harrod’s issuance of challenge wasn’t within his calculations. He had seemingly forgotten a single point – not everyone would be as loyal and devoted