Chapter 5: CH-4
The meeting and conversation with Floki were not about anything particularly noteworthy; rather, they were about boatbuilding, which he excelled at, and the lack of funds required to build a good boat capable of sailing west.
Aside from that, because it was his first time meeting Bjorn, the eccentric he was, took great pleasure in scaring the kid whenever he could.
Bjorn was still cute for those who liked other people's little boys, which did not include Rollo.
With all the strange and terrifying stories Floki had told him, he was probably going to have nightmares tonight.
Fortunately, Rollo didn't have to sleep with him, and he didn't have to worry about whether the 12-year-old could still wet the bed at that age.
After they left, Rollo asked his brother,
"Brother, how much financial support does Floki need? I can get the funds faster and safer than he can."
He remembered that in the story, Floki would blackmail the blacksmith with the life of his daughter.
Among other things and clues left imprudently by Ragnar and his laborious accomplices, this would help Haraldson in unraveling their plans and actions.
Rollo didn't want it to happen here.
He also did not want Floki to threaten a father with the life of his poor little girl.
It was difficult to determine whether he was serious about killing her.
Even a bad man like Haraldson did not kill her in the story. He demonstrated that he killed children when necessary, but this one was not in his path and did not fit into his plans.
"From where will you get the funds? Even I don't have such money."
Ragnar turned to Rollo as they walked up a hill with Bjorn.
Floki had reassured him that he would find ways and that Ragnar would reimburse him with money from the upcoming raid.
As usual, he laughed like a high-spirited hyena and placed everything in the hands of the gods, which Ragnar enjoyed hearing.
They used the divine name of the gods whenever something required good fortune and sounded tricky to pull.
"I have my ways, some that won't cause us any trouble, unlike Floki's…"
Rollo smirked without explaining,
"You trust me, don't you? I have not disappointed you in the last few days. Just tell me how much you need."
"..."
Ragnar hesitated before shrugging and telling him the amount.
It was a lot for them right now, but Rollo repeated to him that he would get the money easily.
He left after accompanying his brother and nephew home, returning to Kattegat alone.
There was nothing left for him in their tiny village other than his home, where he lived alone. There were fewer entertaining activities in the village, and there was less hustle and bustle.
Rollo preferred to live in an area where people from other parts of the country came and went, and where the fish markets were active.
Kattegat was the capital of their region and contained everything a man needed.
Before heading there, Rollo stopped by Floki's house again and told him to come see him if he ever needed to buy something in secret. Because he had better methods, and could even send animals to do his bidding if he didn't disguise himself as one.
Naturally, he did not tell that to Floki.
XX
Rollo decided to get to work early that night after a brief nap in his humble house in Kattegat.
He had two homes, which could be surprising.
One in the village where he and Ragnar grew up, and one here, where he did more boy stuff.
This last one was the smaller one, and there was just enough space to live without being overly cozy.
This was not the house where he and Siggy lived in the story, but rather another one. A more compact one.
'Found you, fatso… So you are called Svein?'
Rollo was sitting on his bed, upper body exposed, when a fly returned to land on his finger. He had dispatched several throughout the city to scour and scout.
The investigation concluded with the discovery of the whereabouts and some information about the earl's right-hand man and steward.
He had split from being near the Earl for some time and was currently having supper with his wife at home.
It appeared to be one of those days when the earl needed to make plans to give his right-hand man some family time and a break.
'Well… This is your last dinner, fatso. I hope you enjoy it; I'd even let you fuck your woman one last time, but I don't have time for that.'
Rollo smirked and stood up from the bed he was napping on, before putting on a black hood over his upper body.
He then went to the mirror and looked at himself.
He chose a look that seemed appropriate among the many he had seen on the front lines in the previous few days and adopted it, also shortening his height.
Rollo's strength varied depending on which disguise he wore, but when disguised as a human adult or child, his strength remained consistent.
Transforming into something small, such as a fly, he would retain his overall endurance and stamina to damage, as well as his healing abilities, but his strength would be that of a fly; he could not kill people with that kind of power.
Transforming into something larger than him, such as a massive animal, the principle of his resistance and healing abilities stayed unchanged, but his strength was not increased. It was pointless to try and use that to cheat.
If he could simply morph into an animal to become faster and stronger, he would not need cabbages to conquer the world.
Disguises were merely disguises that were convenient for playing tricks and scouting.
After smiling to himself, he left the mirror and his house and went to Svein's to lurk and wait for the right moment.
XX
This era was backward, so people went outside to shit and pee because they didn't want their houses to smell too much and be too dirty.
Svein was no different.
He was ready to go to bed and fuck his woman, but he stopped outside first. Behind his house. He had to hold his noodle and shake it a little because he had consumed too much soup.
Rollo sneaked softly, crept up on him silently, placing a rag in his mouth and a knife under his throat.
Svein, horrified and astonished, sought to make a muffled noise and free himself from Rollo's tight grip.
He was not nearly done peeing.
However, the fabric had already been forced deep into his mouth in a matter of seconds, and Rollo was too strong for him.
From behind, Rollo muttered, disgusted at having to wrestle this pig like this,
"Keep quiet and stop fighting if you value your life… My patience runs very short."
Even Rollo's voice had changed.
He squeezed the deadly-sharp edge tighter under Svein's throat, scraping the neck slightly, causing a thin stream of blood to contact and flow onto the blade.
"..."
The guy was quiet and stopped struggling.
Rollo smiled and proceeded to tell him,
"I need to ask you some basic questions someplace. If you make any inappropriate noises or make any sudden, unwanted movements while I discreetly escort you there, you will die. Do you get what I am saying? I will not repeat myself…"
Svein nodded.
The desire he felt to empty his bladder seemed to have completely left him.
'Maybe I have an unhealthy fixation and concern with peeing, but people in this world don't seem to be like in those movies where they pee on themselves as soon as they're terrorized... Good for me, I suppose,'
Rollo thought to himself cheerfully.
He did not want the fatso to continue urinating.
In the following moments, he slowly and carefully led the fat guy away from his home and town.
He was planning to torture him in the woods.
After torturing him for less than a few minutes with cruel methods, he learned everything he needed to know about the earl and the location of his treasury.
He didn't need the fat guy anymore, so he slit his throat.
'I need to bury him somewhere far and removed from Kattegat, it would be smart in case his body could be found…'
'I would throw him in the fjord, but the fishermen here might find him.'
'Or should I just burn his body completely so he can't be identified? Feed him to nature?'
It was night.
Some things were easy.
Rollo decided to burn him and train some carnivorous animals to eat his remains and bones. If bones were left, he would simply bury them.
[Congratulations on killing the biggest, most beloved loyal dog "Sven"! Passive skills dropped: Useful thinker, Powerful Doglicking, Master of Praise, Steward Bag of Essentials]
[Uncommon and Randomized drops: 0]
'No random drops this time? Guess I'll have to wait and see what else I can get besides Essences.'
'Well, at least I got something from killing this fatso…'
Drops were not guaranteed when killing people.
This Svein guy was an important figure.
Even if a dog.
After a while…
Rollo left looking like a fat man when he finished completing whatever tasks remained, which took some time, particularly with regard to the animals.
Now, he needed to steal some, not all, treasure and deliver some of it to Floki.
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