Chapter 735 The Source of Disaster

The man settled in the town.

No one knew where he came from. They only learned from Old John's few words that he was lost in the forest, washed away by a mudslide into a mountain stream, and then lost his memory.

Old John, the elder in the village, gave the man a new name, 'Luka', which translated from Old Norse means 'lucky man blessed by the gods'.

In fact, men are very lucky.

In that kind of extreme rainstorm weather, and encountered a disaster like a mudslide, he was still alive and well. To a certain extent, it was already a very lucky thing.

Located in a remote town, the villagers were kind and honest. They showed great tolerance and kindness to this unlucky man from outside. They took out dried fish and aged honey wine to entertain the man.

Although the man looks thin, he has a lot of strength. He can easily carry hundreds of kilograms of things, especially logging. With four or five people surrounding such a thick tree, he only needs two or three axes. Can be cut down.

On the one hand, it was to repay Old John for taking in and saving his life, and on the other hand, it was to avoid freeloading. After discovering his talent, the man volunteered to help the villagers in the town with the work of felling and chopping firewood.

Therefore, most of the firewood for the winter in the town fell on the man. Occasionally, he would go hunting or fishing in the mountains with other young men, and his life was quite fulfilling.

In this way, the days passed day by day.

Soon, three months had passed since he came to the town. During this period, he got to know the villagers, especially Old John's granddaughter. Yvette seemed to like him very much, often chatting behind him like a follower.

"Luka~Luka~"

On a path in the mountains, Yvette ran over and shouted happily: "Grandpa said that the next two days are the Fire Festival. He wants you to go back early and don't delay too late!"

boom--

The man let out a deep breath, then grasped the wooden handle of the ax in his hand, and suddenly swung a sharp arc. The ax blade easily split the tree trunk and felled a giant tree surrounded by several people.

"knew......"

The man looked back at Yvette and said helplessly: "The mountain is so dangerous, so don't come alone. What if you encounter a bear?"

Although it is still winter and most bears are hibernating, there are still a few bears who wake up from hibernation and come out to hunt.

Don't think that bears really sleep for several months in winter. They will still come out, but only rarely.

"I'm not afraid~"

Yvette walked over with a smile, tangled two fingers together, tilted her head and smiled: "Besides, if I meet a bear, Luca will definitely protect me!"

"I can't beat a bear."

The man smiled helplessly, rubbed the girl's hair lovingly, and said, "Don't run into the mountains alone in the future. If you encounter a bear, I won't be able to save you in time."

"Liar!"

Yvette stared with big eyes and puffed out her cheeks, like a cute puffer fish: "I heard from Vader and the others that you hunted a brown bear alone last time, and they called you Odin's Warrior. .”

"That time it was just an accident..."

The man became even more helpless and said: "And don't listen to their nonsense. It was just a chance to drive it away. After all, I am just an ordinary person. How can I hunt a brown bear."

He knew the little girl's thoughts very well, and it was nothing more than an act of adoration. Staying in an isolated mountain and suddenly seeing an outsider would easily lead to a sense of dependence, so he could only choose to stay away from her.

"I do not believe!"

Yvette didn't believe it at all. She held the man's forearm affectionately and said with a smile: "Luka is the most powerful. Grandpa said you are very strong."

"Yvette, I'm going to chop wood. You wait for me aside." The man smiled bitterly and shook his head, making an excuse to break away from the girl, then picked up the ax and prepared to split the fallen trees.

Yvette sat obediently on the side, waiting quietly for the man to finish chopping the firewood. Her emerald green eyes, as beautiful as a mountain spring, stared straight at the man.

Old John's ax is not very sharp, and even because he went out today and didn't sharpen it, the edge is rusty and a bit dull. But even such an ax, in the hands of this man, is like a magic weapon, easily and easily Cutting off the tree trunk, and then dividing it by two and three, hundreds of kilograms of firewood were chopped.

The size of each piece of firewood seemed to have been measured accurately. They were piled up several meters high, giving ordinary people a headache just looking at them.

But to a man, the weight of several hundred kilograms is nothing. After tying the firewood with a rope, he gently picked it up with one hand and held it behind his back.

"Okay, let's go."

The man was carrying a pile of firewood that was taller than him and said to the little girl: "If you don't go back, old John will come find you later."

"No! Grandpa knows I'm here to find you." Yvette jumped over, hugged one of the man's arms affectionately, stuck out half of her pink tongue, and said cutely: "Luka, there is no way to go down the mountain. Let’s go, please hold my hand, okay?”

The man looked helpless. Although he saw through the girl's little trick, he couldn't refuse directly. He could only hold the girl's hand and told her: "Follow me on the road and be careful."

When the two returned to the town, it was getting dark.

Old John was guarding the village. When he saw the two returning, the smile that had just bloomed on his face suddenly stiffened, and his eyes fell on the hands held by Yvette and Luca.

"Grandpa~ We are back!"

Yvette ran over happily and threw herself into the old man's arms. Then her beautiful big eyes flashed with admiration and joy: "Grandpa, you don't know, Luca is really amazing. He swish... In just two strokes, a big tree was chopped down!"

"Haha, grandpa knows~"

There was a hint of worry in Old John's eyes, but he hid it well. He raised his hand and rubbed his granddaughter's blond hair, and said with a smile: "The Wesson family next door wants to make mead, and they want you to come over and help."

"Yeah~ I'm going right now!"

When Yvette heard about the mead, her eyes lit up, and her whole face was red, as if she had put on rouge. She glanced at the man shyly, then pursed her lips and chuckled, and ran away on tiptoes. .

There is a tradition in the festival of Yajna.

A woman offers honey-made wine to her beloved man and invites him to dance in front of a bonfire. Then she will receive the blessing of Odin and live happily together.

Seeing the girl running away, Old John was silent for a moment, came to the man, patted his shoulder, and said sincerely: "Yvette is my granddaughter, I watched her grow up."

"She is like an angel, pure, beautiful, and kind. I just want her to be safe, live a healthy life, and not be involved in any danger. Can you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." The man nodded silently.

"I don't know your past."

Old John looked at the man deeply and said: "But I am sure that your past is not simple, and my intuition tells me...it will be very dangerous if I get involved with you."

"Don't worry...Old John."

There was a trace of loneliness in the man's eyes, and he nodded and said: "I will not let you get involved in danger. Yvette... is a good child. I only regard her as my sister."

"I see."

Old John sighed and said: "When the Fire Festival is over, the weather will get warmer and the snow will melt. You... just leave here."

"Um......"

The man nodded in agreement.

"sorry......"

Old John looked at the man guiltily and sighed: "Just think of it as...my selfishness."

"no need to say sorry."

The man grinned and said: "If you hadn't saved me, I would be dead now. If I just leave, I can repay your kindness, which is perfect for me."