At the same time, Duke William of Normandy was still in a predicament. The Normandy army was beginning to doubt whether the Lord truly supported their ambitions. Rumours were spreading amongst the army that William had gone mad for wanting to conquer a foreign land that shared the same religion. They believed that even the Lord was against William's plans because he refused to give the Normans a free wind.
For this reason, the Duke of Normandy had no choice but to order the remains of Saint Valery to be paraded through the streets in an attempt to inspire the army and the people.
At the same time, he desperately begged the Lord to make the weather better. He had learned of the Viking invasion from the spies who had followed the north wind to the south. Following Harold's advance to the north, the south of England was almost undefended. However, the gales continued to wreak havoc, just as the Vikings had conquered the north.
On the fifth day after the Vikings conquered York, Harald and Tosti agreed to exchange captives at Stamford Bridge with the conquered English seven miles to the east. They would also receive tributes from the surrounding noble villagers in exchange for their safety.
At this moment, in the castle of York, under the leadership of Lynch, who was already under the control of the Soul Seizing Curse, his mage robe transformed into the blue tights and long leather jacket from the middle ages. Allen, who was wearing a hat to cover his silver hair, strutted in with the leader of the Berserkers who displayed his prowess in the Battle of Forde.
The guards at the door obviously didn't dare to make things difficult for the leader of the Berserkers. Furthermore, Allen's skinny physique and age coupled with his aristocratic attire caused the guards to let them pass without asking any questions. Evidently, the guard had come up with a reasonable explanation in his mind. The leader of the Berserkers had brought another English noble who wanted to surrender in private to retain his authority to meet the King. The best proof was the intricately carved wooden chest carried by the attendant behind them.
Before entering the hall, the leader of the Berserkers took the initiative to speak a few words to the attendant. After the attendant passed on the message, he waited for a short while before a summons came from within. Two guards in chainmail and Viking butterfly helmets who were guarding the wooden door pushed open the wooden door in an orderly manner. Compared to the other Vikings who were Harald's personal guards, they had received the training of the Varangian Guards and were more disciplined.
Stepping on the irregular stone floor, Allen followed the leader of the Berserkers, Lynch, into the hall.
As the capital of the Viking invasion of England, this castle hall was originally a meeting place for the English nobles. However, it had now returned to the hands of the Vikings.
In the innermost part of the hall, on a temporary wooden throne, the Norwegian King stopped fanning himself with his axe and straightened his body. As Lynch and Allen approached, the Viking attendant's rough voice echoed throughout the palace. "Before you is the descendant of the Golden-Haired King Harald, the son of the chieftain of Eastern Norway, the son-in-law of the King of Norway, the Grand Duke of Kiev Yaroslav I Vladimirovich, the former leader of the Varangian Guards of the Byzantine Empire, the butcher of the pirates of the Mediterranean, the conqueror of York, the legal successor of the English Viking Kingdom, Harald III the Heartless, Harald Drada the Heartless!"
The long list of titles left Allen a little dumbfounded. He had actually neglected this point when he came over. He exchanged glances with the stunned Lynch, who then reported the wizard's title alarmingly, "This is Baron Allen Harris."
Seeing that everyone in the hall was waiting for Lynch to continue, Allen could not help but feel a little embarrassed. He quickly told the leader of the Berserkers the title he had made up on the spot.
Lynch was obviously stunned for a moment before he suddenly added, "He is the owner of Hogwarts Castle."
The Conqueror of York glanced at Allen with a puzzled look. Before the attack, Harald had made preparations and memorized the names of almost all the castles in England, so he was a little puzzled in his heart. Why would Lynch bring such a small baron whose fief he did not even know to him? But out of trust for this confidant of his, he lifted his chin slightly and motioned for him to continue the introduction.
"He comes with enough sincerity, hoping to receive Your Majesty's protection." Lynch finished reciting the lines a little mechanically, but no one doubted him. In fact, since the conquest of York, the former mercenary king had changed his vulgar habits and suddenly became strict with the etiquette of his subordinates.
The attendant holding the wooden box opened it, and the red gemstones added a touch of warmth to the dark and cold room. The dazzling red light immediately attracted the attention of the Norwegian king.
"Are all the gems under your box real?" Hard Ada could not help but stand up and ask. In fact, he was very knowledgeable and had been a mercenary for most of his life, so he was very familiar with these treasures. However, he had never seen so many gems of similar size and purity at one time.
"Yes, there are indeed real gems under my box. There are a total of 333 of them. These are treasures that my family obtained by chance. According to the legends left behind, these gems may have been blessed by Odin. And if this is true, as long as the real Viking Warriors try to stick them on their foreheads, they will receive Odin's personal blessing. They will no longer be affected by fear in today's battle, and their morale will no longer be low from then on …" Allen boasted about the false background of the enslavement gems to the king and habitually used the word 'may' before continuing, "Unfortunately, my family and I are obviously not Viking Warriors, so it's a pity that we haven't been fortunate enough to witness such a miracle. Ever since I heard that Your Majesty has come across the sea to reclaim the Viking's capital in England, I feel that it's time to hand these treasures over to the Warriors who truly deserve them …"
"Oh? But your gems are indeed rare treasures … "The King of Norway resisted the urge to immediately put the gems on. He turned his head sideways and stared at the gems in the box with an almost obsessive expression. For a moment, he felt dizzy. He clenched his hand into a fist and barely restrained his desire to touch and play with the gems.
He closed his eyes and tried to wake himself up. Such dazzling gems were worth a lot of money. With them, he could recruit more soldiers, and the whole of England and even more territories would eventually belong to him.
Hardeada was excited and immersed in the joy of victory in his fantasy. However, he obviously did not try to be the first one to stick the gems on his forehead in public. This was because this was originally a nonsense legend. If he foolishly tried it and nothing happened, it would be a huge blow to his men's morale.
Hardeard raised his head and looked at Allen. Although it was a little deliberate for a small baron to have such wealth, these real gems made the king's tone much warmer than before. "So, Baron Harris, what do you want from me? More land or a higher title? "
"Your Majesty, I only hope to see that my choice is not wrong and prove that my decision has not brought shame to my family." Allen bowed slightly.
"Your Majesty, please forgive my rudeness. Let me try first." The leader of the berserkers, Lynch, acted as his rival under Allen's instructions. Without waiting for Hardeard's consent, he pinched a gem and placed it on his forehead.
That afternoon, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard outside York. The middle and high-ranking Viking officers had received an urgent order and were summoned from everywhere, including the troops guarding the Viking warships on the banks of the Ouse River.
This made the ordinary Viking soldiers wonder if there was an urgent military situation.
But what was different from their bewildered guesses was that when the officers came out of the palace again, each of them had a red gem stuck on their foreheads. Under the sunlight, the red gem shone brightly. The officers' faces were brimming with pride and joy. They were Warriors and would receive the blessings of Odin.
The reason why Allen did this and not allow the Muggle to fight freely like he did in the Battle of Fulford, was because he had to ensure that Hardeard would emerge victorious in the second battle. He also had to ensure that the Vikings, who were adept at plundering, would not abandon the battle and flee when the situation was unfavorable.
Illusions and confusion curses could possibly cause the Muggle to overlook their injuries and magic. However, Allen had already decided that it would be safer to rely on such external aid.
In fact, it was also because history was supposed to proceed this way. During the fourth year of the Goblet of Fire, Allen and Penello had once reclaimed the spoils of war gifted by Bair, the Demon Hunter Spider from the Bottomless Abyss. Allen had once stopped Penello's bold idea of using the enslavement gem. He had told Penello that ever since the Battle of Stamford Bridge in 1066, no wizard had ever used such a strange object that could easily be discovered to control one's mind and thoughts on a large scale. When he was discussing with Loina Ravenclaw about her last prophetic dream, he had already realized that the wizard who used the enslavement gemstone on a large scale in the Middle Ages was himself, Allen Harris himself.
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