Chapter 34 Wales

The colorful surroundings of Wales were like an eye candy to Magnus and Freyja who lived their lives in the mountains. For many years, they haven't seen such beautiful mountains for a long time.

The giants stretch their backs all the way up to the north while being surrounded by the green with shy of yellow. The clean air filled the lungs with a smell of delicacy in nature as the melody of birds and livestock reached their ears.

" What a beautiful land! I feel like we are back home, honey."

Magnus sniffed the air with a hint of intoxication on his face, feeling slightly bubbly in his stomach. He even wondered if he was growing old for he acted like an old man.

" Your beard is going white, husband. Sooner or later you will act like an elder back in our home without fighting warriors."

Magnus laughed at her remark, thinking it was better to die on the battlefield. He didn't seek glory or money, he just wanted to go home and enjoy those views once again.

The rich taste of meadow honey and crystal water was more than enough for him and his people. However, he couldn't do that for now, not until he got what he wanted from here.

" Lord Magnus and Lady Freyja, we were expecting you."

The young knight with a long ponytail came toward them with awe in his eyes because he never faced a man like Magnus except his lordship Grace.

The tall back, broad shoulders, and arms big like his thighs. Furthermore, that clean beard with combed hair made him look like an ideal knight in his eyes.

" Your eyes are going to drop the child. Take me to your lord."

The young knight was nudged by his senior who bowed his head to Magnus with respect. In Wales, every knight and warrior respected veteran warriors, not caring about their ranks.

" What is your name young knight?"

Freyja smiled at his foolish look, recalling her children back in the castle. Especially those innocent eyes looked like Halfdan's when he was young. He used to have this kind of admiration until he grew up to bear their burden.

" Bedivere, ma'am. I was named after Sir Bedivere who served King Arthur until his last breath.

My father said I was a foolish but loyal child, so he named me after him."

Bedivere scratched his head with embarrassment while other accompanying knights laughed at his words for he was their mascot. They adored this young knight who would always smile like a bright sun.

" You are one interesting child. Maybe you will make a great friend with my son. You see he is serious most of the time, so having someone like you next to him should lighten his heart a bit."

Magnus praised Bedivere with a chuckle, deciding to ask him as a proxy knight if Grace was willing to send him.

He might be not talented like others but he had a charm that attracted others. Especially, when he was talking about the territory, he managed to get a smile from him and Freyja showing his high charm and intelligence.

The sun was a half hour from setting as they made their way to the village where people greeted them with homemade cheese.

" Wales has many livestock. Especially we are famous for our horses, sheep, and cows. So many civilians make cheese to continue their lives and we take only that much tax from them."

The old knight explained the customs of Wales to Freyja and Magnus while they tasted their dishes. Like always they were heavy on the meat side but surprisingly they seasoned the meat with spices that they harvested from the mountains.

It wasn't tasty like how Halfdan made it, yet it was delicacy compared to other regional foods. They carefully fried mushrooms and herbs with animal fat and put blood in the intestine which made a peculiar food that tasted good.

" Is this really made from blood? I have never thought blood would be this tasty."

Freyja couldn't help but ask how they made this cuisine. She even acquired other recipes that included rabbit meat and pastry from others in exchange for some leather. To her, it was worth trading since they liked their cuisines.