Palermo, Norman Court.
"Which wave of challengers is this?" Robert asked, leaning against the palace wall with his arms folded.
"I can't remember." Sidlifa said lightly as she looked at the Norman young man lying on the ground groaning.
"If I were you, I would pick a few and cut their necks now to scare off those potential lunatics who are ready to act," Robert suggested.
"That's not necessary." Sidlifa said coldly.
She didn't completely trust this "father", but she certainly wasn't as cold and hostile to him as she was at the beginning. Anyway, since Medea had reached an agreement with Robert on behalf of the team, she naturally couldn't make the relationship too stiff, although she still felt very awkward.
"There's a slight change in the Viking Trial next month." Robert continued, "There are too many juniors who signed up for the trial this time."
"Is this why you asked me to kill more people?" asked Sidlifa.
"Of course, there are indeed factors in this aspect." Robert said frankly, "The final stage of the Viking Trial is a duel. The contestants kill each other to please the 'Navian Bone Fang' in exchange for it to continue to play a role next year (that is, the 'Relic of the Earth Shaking Wolf' owned by the Otwell family and required by Mia's ritual task)."
"If there are too many people participating, the final one-on-one session will take too long, so a group of people must be eliminated first."
"You guys eliminated them too." Sidlifa's meaning was very clear: don't use me to do dirty work.
"My dear girl, whether you understand it or not, the hands of the Normans will always be stained with blood." Robert said indifferently, "Being soft-hearted now will only make you underestimated. Sooner or later, you will have to kill more people to make up for it."
Sidlifa ignored him.
"Recently, the undead kingdom of Hafsta in the southern continent has been sending ghost fleets to privateer the Mediterranean caravans that accept our protection." Robert didn't care and continued, "If you have time, you can familiarize yourself with naval warfare. Just look for the captain named 'Oger' at the port in the east of the city."
Sidlifa remained silent. She knew Robert was hinting that the first round of eliminations might be related to a naval battle. However, a naval battle... do I need to be familiar with it
At the same time, on the other side of Sicily, Medea and Mier were listening to Derek's explanation - this demigod was Rasul's childhood friend. He had been hanging around in the kingdom of the dead in the southern continent for many years. He had his own territory and army of corpse wizards. Now he was serving Mier, who had inherited the title of Messiah.
"The Kingdom of the Dead, Hafsta, has been plotting to take over the Iberian Peninsula on the west side of the northern continent for many years, but they are more worried about the threat from the Church..." Derek introduced, and suddenly asked in a strange tone, "Minerva, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." Mi'er rubbed her abdomen and said, "Just keep talking."
Medea, who was standing next to him, applied an ice pack to her face, grimacing as if in pain. From the perspective of the experienced Derek, the two must have been seriously injured and then healed by supernatural powers, which is why they have no wounds but are still in pain.
"That's right." Derek continued, "Because of the war between the Church and the Empire in the first half of the year, and the current containment of the Normans in Sicily, the Kingdom of the Dead believes that this is an excellent historical window to cross the Strait of Gibraltar and march north."