In the tavern, Sidlifa saw the pirates.
These guys were still drunk, and it seemed that they had exchanged all their remaining money for alcohol.
Sidlifa sighed, asked the shopkeeper for a basin of cold water, and poured it over all the men to wake them up.
The pirates supported each other and stumbled towards the port.
Sidlifa suddenly had a bad feeling because there seemed to be few pedestrians on the street.
She quickly told old Wilder, who was still a little tipsy, and asked his men to quicken their pace to the dock.
As soon as they arrived at the port, the pirates were stopped by a group of city guards.
Before they could draw their weapons, the drunken pirates were all disarmed by the guards, forced to their knees, and had their crossed swords pressed against their necks from behind.
Sidlifa slashed two guards, but as she was outnumbered, she was hit in the stomach by a heavy punch from the third guard and soon fell to a crouching position.
Several guards wanted to do the same and put their swords on her neck, but a voice came from behind:
"No need to be so rough. Even if she's a pirate, she's just a woman."
Sidlifa looked at the blond young man who pushed through the crowd, and something in her heart seemed to chill:
"Laertes..."
"Sidlifa." Laertes looked at her indifferently, "You are indeed a pirate."
"There is no hatred between us." Sidley Faqiang suppressed her anger and tried to negotiate with him. "Killing us here will do you no good."
"Oh?" Laertes smiled playfully, "Indeed, I am not here to kill you."
"I did this for you." He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Me?" Sidlifa was speechless, but the pirates who were subdued nearby immediately roared:
"Get lost! Don't even think about touching my daughter..."
The pirate who spoke out was soon hit mercilessly in the face with the hilt of the guard's sword, knocking out a mouthful of teeth and causing blood foam.
Laertes watched all this leisurely, and said with some pity:
"Hidlifa, why are you always so stubborn? If you were willing to follow me and convert to God, none of this would have happened today."
"Shut up! Vikings never believe in gods..." Another pirate started to curse, but before he could finish his words, a guard pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into his mouth. Just one stab made him lose the ability to speak forever.
"So your target is not us." Sidlifa took a deep breath, "Your target is me."
"My target is you." Laertes frowned slightly, "Yes, what else? Why do you think I, as a noble, would spend time on a commoner girl?"
"Lost lambs need shepherds to guide them to the right path. Lowly commoners also need nobles to inject noble blood in order to be reborn." He opened his hands and said in an aria-like tone, "Sidlifa, you have a sinful past, but it doesn't matter."
"As long as you are willing to convert to my Lord, I can give you an identity and let you return to the path you should take."
"What status?" Sidlifa asked coldly, "As your mistress?"