Chapter Eighty-Seven: Teaching by Word and Deed

Siegfried's physical fitness is very strong, which is also a peculiarity of the Völsung clan, even if he was hit head-on by the sound of the demon bull before, and even vomited blood, but after the demon cow was killed and the giant was seriously injured, he quickly recovered his spirits.

Of course, this is not to say that his injuries have recovered quickly, but simply do not affect his movements, Hoder's healing runes can heal his physical injuries, but the mental shock caused by the magic sound of the demon bull will take time to smooth out.

"Uncle, do you have something to do with me?" That's what he asked, and that's what most people do.

But Hoder wasn't trying to get Siegfried to do anything, he was just doing it for his own progress... 

[Mission: When a Hero is Born]

[Introduction: Siegfried finally decided to embark on the road of heroism, but he still lacks training when he is young]

[Objective: Teach Siegfried to become a true hero (0/1)]

Glancing at the task, which would definitely be painful for most players, Hoder motioned for Siegfried to follow.

"You don't have to do anything, but I ask you to watch how I do it." 

"Huh... Good! "

For a moment, Siegfried didn't quite understand why Hoder said that, but he understood it quickly—he was teaching himself, and deep down, he couldn't help but be a little excited.

This kind of approximation of teaching by word and deed is not common in Midgard, and in fact if he can, Hoder would like to start from scratch step by step, for example, starting with theoretical knowledge, and if he is like Helgi, he can even throw two books over and let him finish reading them first.

 But Siegfried didn't have that time...

According to the strategy in the forum, Siegfried only took a year or two from traveling to slaying dragons and then returning to the Netherlands to become king, and during this time, it was still a little tight to let a blacksmith-born child learn politics and deal with things from scratch

.As a child born in Völsung's prime, Helgi has a father and brother as role models, and has been exposed to more things than Siegfried since he was a child, and this is how he studied with Hoder for several years in the setting.

Unless Siegfried is more talented than Helgi, it is useless to copy Helgi's way of education... 

"I'll ask you about that when I get back."

 "Huh??"

Siegfried couldn't help but look surprised when Hoder added such a sentence, but Hoder ignored the kid and just walked to the edge of the town, where there was a large warehouse.

The Gothic border town of Hergrim was once a supply depot during the war, stockpiling armaments needed for the war, and when the war ended and the town developed, the wooden warehouses were abandoned, but the abandonment did not mean that they were demolished, and the large warehouse was still preserved, and it is now being used for other purposes.

When Hoder walked in with Siegfried, they happened to see what the prince was doing—his thick iron sword had pierced the giant's limbs and nailed the giant to the ground in a way that was so cruel that a fledgling young man like Siegfried couldn't bear to look at it directly.

 But Hoder was different, he walked over without changing his face... 

"Want to ask about the giants' lair?" 

"Hmm."

 [Objective: Talk to the Gothic Prince (1/1)]

Although the prince of the Gothic kingdom responds to Hoder, his taciturn attitude is a little unbearable, because then the topic will not progress at all - the player will have to sing a one-man show on his own. 

"I know something about the giants here."

 "Huh?"

Finally, he reacted, and after threading the second sword through the giant's leg bone and pinning him to the ground, the gothic prince in the clawed helmet looked up at him. 

"You know them?"

"They used to be a huge underground force a long time ago, causing a lot of trouble for the Netherlands at that time, robbing houses, looting supplies, and making a living from banditry, but then there is no news."

"Oh."

After hearing this, the prince simply replied to the word to prove that he knew, and then proceeded to his 'great cause of imprisonment'.

It's really troublesome to talk to this kind of person, but it's a good starting point... 

"If you don't mind, you can leave the conversation to me."

 "Okay." 

The response was very happy, but unfortunately it is still like gold....

 "Uh-huh..."

I don't know how long it took for the giant's consciousness to finally rise, and he gradually woke up from his coma, and he vaguely remembered what had happened to him, just as he had come to the ground to spread the fog and collect the town's 'offerings', as was customary, and the 'wood' that should have been weak actually attacked him.

The giant was a descendant of Ymir, and he was not at all like the 'wood' that the gods had created on a whim, so he was ashamed of it.

So you can imagine the anger in his heart when he woke up and saw three 'logs' standing in front of him. 

"You goddamn hiss!!"

Although his heart was full of humiliation, humiliation was only humiliation after all, and there was obviously another thing that was bothering him now - wounds.

When he awoke from his coma and fully recovered consciousness, he sensed the pain in his chest, the ice-breaking torch was forged by the dwarves of Wat'al Alheim and was never a mortal creation, and even the giants could not stand the feeling of a hammer on their chests

."Save it, aren't you the most damned person here?" Looking at the giant, Hoder replied unceremoniously, "Twenty or thirty years ago, he was a robber, and twenty or thirty years later, he started collecting protection money for local ruffians?" Ymir has lost all his face to you, and Mimir and Vafþrúðnir must be ashamed of you, and if I were you, I would go to the highest mountain in Jotunheim and throw myself into disgrace to the wise people. "

"You!!"

As soon as he awoke, the giants heard the insulting words, Ymir was the ancestor of the giants, and Mimir and Vafþrúðnir were the wise men of the giants, and the bitter words made him angry.

Kill him!

The giant had only thought of this, but as he struggled and moved, he felt a sharp pain in his chest—the wound caused by the Icebreaker Torch Warhammer, and more than that, he felt the pain of tears coming from his arms and calves.

Of course, because the swords passed through his body and pinned his whole body to the earth, both his legs and hands were imprisoned, and he would have a heart-piercing pain if he moved.

"Okay, I don't want to talk to you about anything, I just want to know one thing, how many of you still have it?"

"You ..."

The giant's face was obviously still angry, a little torture might not be anything to him, after all, the giant's endurance was first-class, but at this moment, a sword was already on his neck - it was the Gothic prince, and just as Hodder opened his mouth to ask, the blade of the prince's royal highness was also intimidating.

"I'm curious if all giants have spells that can still speak after their heads are chopped off."

Unlike Hoder's dull but spicy words, His Royal Highness's voice was calm and indifferent, and although it was not a deterrent, the coolness in it could not help but make the giant's heart tremble.