Denmark, Vik Island.
As a ship slowly approached the shore, guards patrolling the harbor immediately rushed over.
"Who are you? Where are you from?"
A burly man with a big beard, from the Barbarian Race, approached, followed by seven or eight people holding long spears and battle axes, with some clad in studded armor. Their expressions were wary, but they relaxed a bit upon seeing Galavin, as he was dressed like a Saxon.
Galavin stood up, his expression fierce, and said, "Great Britain Island."
"We are underlings of Enfiss."
In Barbarian territory, you can't show fear. If others cause you trouble, fight back. At worst, become a pirate at sea.
Here, the law is not as good as personal combat; only powerful warriors are respected.
The leader-like man considered their words, smirked scornfully, and mocked, "Virgin Possessor—Enfiss?"
"Wasn't it rumored that he died at the hands of the Britons?"
