"The happy time is over, and the road ahead is full of thorns and sufferings."
It was late at night. Hebode sat on a lounge chair on the balcony and read the words from the book into the moonlight.
Beidro gave them the largest suite on the White Tide. This time everyone could finally live under the same roof without disturbing each other.
Eve and Falcon had already gone to bed, but Hercule's life or death was still unknown. Lorenzo called the ship's doctor, but after a long examination, there was no result. The doctor speculated that this might not be a physical illness, but a psychological problem of Hercule.
"Are you a poet? I thought Vikings didn't like such tender things."
Lorenzo was sitting on the sofa in the living room. On the small table in front of him was his cello case, which was open and full of deadly weapons.
He was wiping his weapons, cleaning them until they were as shiny as mirrors.
"First of all, the Vikings are brutal and cruel, which is your stereotype, but that is not our intention. In such a cold environment, etiquette cannot fill your stomach. Another point is that this is a quote from the book, which I quite like. I think it is very suitable for this time."
After the showdown, Heberd's attitude became more casual, and he continued to flip through the books and read the stories in them.
“Have you read this book?”
"No."
Lorenzo replied that he was packing up his weapons while chatting with Hebod. After cleaning the cold weapons, he checked the guns as if he had nothing to do, and he counted the number of bullets.
"This Victoria's Secret is a tangled love story."
"You actually like this kind of thing?" Lorenzo wondered if he had heard it wrong.
“I just miss it a little bit.”
"What do you miss?" asked Lorenzo.
Hebode stopped reading and looked at the calm sea in front of him. The moonlight made it look white, just like the snowy fields and icy plains of the Viking countries.
"Missing the woman I once was... Not everyone is like you, Lorenzo. I also have a good past."
Hebod turned around, smiled at Lorenzo, and then told a story from the book.
"The heroine is a member of the royal family, but she falls in love with a commoner."
"It sounds pretty cliché," Lorenzo said. "And then, like usual, it's all about different social statuses and all kinds of messed up family ethics dramas?"
"No, no, no, if it develops like this, it won't attract my attention."
Heybord said with a smile.
"The heroine knew that this was an unblessed love, but she didn't care. She knocked out the guards that night, escaped from the castle with the purse and the sword, kicked the sleeping hero awake, and dragged him out of the city."
Lorenzo's expression twisted, he stopped what he was doing, his eyes filled with disbelief, he began to feel like this story was weird.
"I'm not lying to you, that's what the story says," Heberd continued, "Outside the city, under the witness of the moonlight, the girl asked the boy, 'Do you want to go with me? Abandon the current comfortable life and devote yourself to the unknown future.
The boy asked her what would happen if he refused.