Vikings: Nordic women

Chapter 17: The Woman Who Became the Lord

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"Where's Jar?"

The high priest was invited into the lord's hall. He looked around like a headless fly with a puzzled look on his face.

Behind him was Harold, who was carried in by several priests. He had his eyes closed and did not look well.

Ouni sat on the throne that originally belonged to Yael, looking down at him, making him look a little dazed.

"It's you?"

"Do you know me?" Ouni looked at him in confusion at first, then suddenly realized something. She stared at Harold and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

The anesthesia had worn off and she was able to speak fluently, but she still had no strength in her body.

At her request, Ralph had placed her on this throne. Yar's throne was padded with several layers of brown bear skin, which was the warmest and most comfortable.

Is this Jarre’s “unpretentious” life?
"Prince Harold is still in a coma and we don't know when he will wake up. Where is Yar?" the high priest asked again.

"Yar has gone to Valhalla!" Ounnie supported her face with her hands and stared at him.

"Did you kill him?" the high priest concentrated.

"No, he died at the hands of Loki!" Ounnie shook her head.

"Loki?"

Under the doubts of the high priest, Ouni turned her head to look at Ralph and nodded: "Bring her out!"

Ralph, who was standing nearby, nodded and clapped his hands. Ayana came out, looking uneasy like a frightened rabbit.

She told the whole story of how Madame Jarre poisoned the lord.

The high priest hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to see Yaer's body and confirm the time of death!"

Ou Ni made a gesture of invitation and asked her men to open the bedroom door. The high priest looked at her deeply and walked in.

"What if the high priest doesn't cooperate?" Ralph asked.

"He will cooperate!" Ou Ni smiled mysteriously without explaining.

After a while, the high priest came out, looking extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a fly.

She could guess the reason for the other party's ugly expression. Theocracy and royal power were like grasshoppers tied to the same rope.

Only when the royal power respects the divine power does the high priest, as the interpreter of God, have privileges.

Unfortunately, the Vikings believed that they had an equal relationship with the gods, and even if they were fanatical, it was only so that they could compete with the king of gods after their death.

"Ouni Feld, Yar is dead, why are you and your people here? What do you want to do? Do you want to be the new Yar?"

Faced with the hat put on her by the high priest, Ouni shook her head. She knew that the high priest would never recognize her. Her foundation was too weak, and the people would not recognize her either!

Her team was too weak and couldn't even defeat the Viking captains.

Special approaches must be taken.

"I want you to help Harold become the new Jarl. Robert Jarl has no children. As Jarl's brother, he should inherit Jarl's position!"

"Even if you don't tell me, Harold is the next Yar. What I want to ask is why you are here and in what capacity? How dare you sit in Yar's position?"

"Then listen carefully, I am the new wife of Yar, Ouni Feld, and my husband is the trusted Yar - Harold Avarson, the leader of the Yar Lords!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes fell on Eunice. In the corner where she couldn't hear, a sound of heartbreaking was heard.

Ouni didn't care about what she said. It was just a necessary joke. As the saying goes, if the name is not right, the words will not flow, and if the words are not flowing, things will not be accomplished.

She needs to take on this identity and help stabilize the situation in the territory while Harold is in a coma. She believes that he will understand when he wakes up.

The other party is not an unreasonable person.

No one would accept an heir of Yar whose life or death is unknown as the new Yar, so she needed to take action.

It was for herself, for Harold, and even more for those men who followed her and ventured into Yar's residence and committed such daring acts.

She needs to use the identity of Harold's wife to kill Madame Yar and deal with the unknown troubles she may bring in the future.

She had a premonition that Madame Jarre would definitely appear. A woman with such strong jealousy and desire for power, she would definitely find ways to take back everything.

"You are not married yet, and you are not husband and wife, so you have no right to call yourself Lady Yar!" the high priest reminded her.

"I think it's okay, because Harold swore to the gods to marry me and elope with me, and I agreed. He was seriously injured to protect me, doesn't that explain everything?"

She continued to make up stories half-truthfully: "Under the witness of the Queen of Gods and the gods, we were a legal couple at that moment! Do you want to question the witness of the gods and the legitimacy of Xin Yaer?"

Seeing Ouni bring up the gods and the new Yar, the high priest nodded: "Okay, but I need to confirm with Harold Yar!"

"When my husband wakes up, I will explain everything to him myself! I promise you that I will ensure your status as a priest of the gods. You will remain the high priest. I will grant you legal immunity, and I will build a new temple in the name of my husband Harold Yar to ensure people's faith in the gods! In addition, Yar will donate a sum of money every month to show his faith in the gods!"

Ouni made a big offer to the other party, which was so tempting that the high priest could not refuse. The high priest smiled after receiving the promise of rich benefits and bowed slightly to Ouni: "As you say, the new Lady Yar, I will explain to the people that it was Rebecca who killed Robert Yar under Loki's instructions, and tell them that the new Yar is Harold, and let them swear allegiance to Yar!"

Ounnie was speechless. Loki was really a scapegoat. No wonder there had to be such a god. The Vikings really knew how to have fun.

"Thank you, high priest, you will not regret your decision today!" She nodded at the high priest, and the agreement was reached.

"Then, ma'am, I won't bother you anymore!" The high priest said as he was about to turn around, but unexpectedly was stopped by Robert.

"What are you going to do?" The high priest was confused and turned to look at Ounnie.

"High Priest, this is a special period. There are mobs outside. To ensure your safety, please stay here!" Ou Ni's face flickered under the light, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

"Your wisdom really impresses me. I can only thank you for your protection!" The high priest emphasized the word "protection" and was obviously dissatisfied.

"Robert, take the high priest to his room to rest. To prevent him from being attacked by the mob, you must stay with him all the time. Even when he goes to the toilet, you must protect him!"

"Yes, Miss Eunice... No, Mrs. Yar!" Robert looked at the high priest and smiled.

There are many empty rooms in Jarl's residence now, which is enough to accommodate these little Viking warriors. Ounnie sits next to Harold and takes care of him.

Quietly.

gratitude?

Ou Ni thought about it and said, "Is that so?"

She had never thought that someone would risk his life for her. In her memory, only Feld fought with the brown bear when it pounced on her.

"I'm repaying your favor by helping you stabilize your territory. From now on, we owe each other nothing!" Ounnie was very satisfied with her decision.

"I never like to owe favors to others, so you can't die!"

When everything is fine and she takes back her father Field's remains, she wants to go see the world as it is so big.

She wanted to visit Greenland, to see France, to England, and also to pay homage and see with her own eyes what the prosperous Tang Dynasty was like as described by her ancestors.

It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. They should be entertained, right?

"Eunnie?" Harold mumbled in his sleep, as if he had a nightmare.

"I'm here!"

Harold's face relaxed.

After a while: "Where are you? I can't see you!"

"I am always here!"

"Where are you!"

"Your mother is here!" Veins on Ou Ni's forehead bulged and she clenched her fists, wanting to beat this bastard to death.

While she was holding up her face and daydreaming, Harold smiled, as if he was having a sweet dream.

At night, Robert, who was devoted to his duty, got into the bed of the high priest and startled him: "Boy, what are you doing?"

"Madame Yar asked me to protect you every step of the way! I'm so honored. High Priest, do you have any oracle to announce to me?" Robert said with admiration.

"No! The gods don't like you!" The high priest glared at him angrily.

Unexpectedly, Robert took out a rope, tied his wrists and the high priest's wrists together, and tied a knot with his teeth.

After doing all this, he raised his head and smiled at the high priest: "You don't mind, do you?"

The high priest saw his simple and honest appearance and thought he deserved a beating: "Haha, I can bear it! Boy, don't bully the old and poor! Let's wait and see!"
The high priest couldn't sleep that night. He took off Robert's stinky feet that were on him in despair, but the other party was not sleeping well.

"Poof~" Late in the night, Robert, who was sleeping soundly, farted loudly in his quilt.

High Priest: "..."

"Ha~" The high priest yawned after sleeping for a while. He was awakened by the cold and found himself squeezed into a corner.

He stared hatefully at Robert who had rolled the blanket all over himself, his chest heaving violently.

Suffering from hypothermia, he shivered and pulled a corner of the blanket to cover his stomach, with a contented smile on his face.

But the next moment, Robert turned over and rolled up the corner of the blanket again.

The high priest's face quickly turned red and warm. He sighed, turned around, hugged his legs and shivered, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

The next moment, Robert opened his eyes sleepily and returned half of the blanket to the high priest: "High priest, be careful of the cold!"

"Thank you, boy, you are a good man!" The high priest stopped crying and leaned towards Robert for warmth.

But in less than half an hour, Robert rolled himself into a roller, leaving the high priest disheveled in the cold air.

(End of this chapter)