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Chapter 396  Bargaining.

"You are too hasty, if I am not mistaken that is the son of their King. If we shoot them down, war is sure to happen. I did not know that there would be this many boats…" Calvin said, admitting that there was a miscalculation on his part and this was why he even attempted to negotiate.

He could not risk losing men here because even he was not so arrogant to think that he would leave unscathed.

Calvin was about to welcome Tyr onboard and he needed Alf as this was the only way he could understand the Pagan.

Alf was going to act as a translator, the moment Tyr stepped on their boat, he could tell that these warriors were nothing like the one they had just fought.

Tyr looked intimidating despite being 5\' 11 but these men looked at him with disgust, just as he would expect.

They saw their "God" as superior and as such, would look down on or altogether deny all other gods, unlike the Norse who could accommodate the thought of other gods.

Tyr was impressed by the build of the boat but what caught his eyes were the stationary weapons that were mounted on it.

It looked a lot like that of his father but it was a lot bigger and refined.

Tyr wondered if they could even operate such a thing because it looked very much like a slingshot.

A warrior that Tyr could tell was higher ranked than the rest guided the two men to see Calvin.

Tyr glanced over at the security, he was surprised that they were this many men, they intended to end this battle on the sea.

Tyr took in their military strength and noticed that the other boats were slightly smaller than this one and thus, contained fewer men.

"Be careful Tyr Ragnarsson, these men are much more vicious than you think," Alf warned him as he noticed Tyr\'s wandering eyes like he was planning something.

He spoke in Norse in a whisper, that was why no one picked up on their conversation.

Tyr did not respond, he was not scared either because he knew that whoever this man was, he wanted him here.

He walked in to see a man with a gigantic cross around his neck, Tyr was surprised a cross so big could even be worn but this was the only feature that could be made out for now because his back was turned to them.

He was kneeling in front of a cross, in prayer and Tyr found this stupid because he could take the head of the man if he wished.

But maybe this was a trap? Maybe others were lurking in the room that he could not see.

Tyr looked at Alf, confused as to what was going on.

"He is praying…" Alf whispered to Tyr. Tyr had no problem with this and sat down.

He was surprised that the room was not filled with security, it was just them.

It was either this man was confident in his strength or he underestimated the threat that Tyr posed.

"Amen…" The Bishop said before turning and his features were intimidating.

He had a rough appearance and his face was heavily wrinkled despite being in his late thirties.

This was because of the harshness that this man had experienced in his youth.

He was a powerful man as he had made a name for himself on the sea.

*"Welcome Pagan…"* The Bishop said and Alf translated this to Tyr.

[The dialogue from now henceforth will now all be translated by Alf "off-screen" but it won\'t be denoted, this is to reduce unnecessary word count and preserve everyone\'s coins]

"We have received your proposal…" Tyr muttered with a grin.

The man did not even offer him anything to drink but Tyr knew they must be close to land if they met this man here.

"And what say you? We can give you a little piece of gold and silver to send you on your way," Calvin proposed but Tyr giggled.

"You insult us now?" Tyr asked but Calvin was unimpressed by how he carried himself.

"I know your men are tired and weak, we could crush you right now if we wanted to but Jesus Christ spoke about forgiveness and we are offering you that second chance," Calvin said bluntly.

"Your Christ also said to turn the other cheek, did he not?" Tyr said and Calvin\'s face contorted in shock.

"What? Why does a filthy pagan know the sacred words?" Calvin questioned, he sounded more surprised than angry.

"Condemnation is against your religion as well. How can you claim to be a messenger for your God but do the exact opposite of his teaching? That cross around your neck should very well be a hammer…" Tyr mocked him, he knew that blasphemy would not be taken lightly as these Christians seem to hold their God to such a high degree but he did not get the reaction he expected from Calvin.

"Gyahahahaha! You are an amusing Pagan!" Calvin exclaimed; he was impressed that Tyr took his time to learn a little about their religion.

"He is laughing?" Tyr thought to himself but he knew he needed to get back to the conversation.

"I am surprised your King sent one of his own but I am more surprised that your skin differs from the rest of them. Are you truly a King\'s son or a slave?" Calvin asked, his eyes looking at Tyr\'s body as if he was looking for the marks branded on slaves.

"I am a King\'s son. Take my head and you will understand how much significance I hold," Tyr said and this manner of extreme speech surprised even Alf.

"I think I will take you up on that offer,"

Now was not the time to try and agitate Calvin and all it took was a blink from Tyr to see the bigger man charging at him and he soon felt the familiar metallic blade pressed against his neck.

"Ho! You did not even blink," Calvin teased.

"I am afraid, I am a man that cannot be killed," Tyr responded with a cocky grin, he did not even flinch. He was either not scared of death or he knew that this man was bluffing.

But Alf realized something about Tyr at that very moment.

"This man… He is fucking insane…" Alf thought to himself as he glanced upon the embodiment of chaos in the form of Tyr Ragnarsson.