Becoming a viking in medieval time

8 Years ago

" Leave the brat alone, Halfdan. He is being stubborn. Fools who don't know the struggle of the bottom wouldn't dare dream of reaching the top."

Uther puffed with an angry face while leaving the young boy on the mud as the boy sobbed with a pale face. Half of his face was swollen due to crying and his voice was cracking from the intense pain in his tiny heart.

" What did I do wrong, father? I just wanted to stay better because we are always scorned by my cousins."

A young man stood next to the boy while handing him a piece of bread to cheer him up. His blue eyes were filled with kindness that took pity on the boy because he believed this boy was trying so hard but his work wasn't recognized.

" You are aiming too high, Arthur. A wise person knows the struggle of others while you are only seeing your struggle. Perhaps, if you see the end of the rope, you might reconsider your goal."

Arthur wiped his snort to calm down while biting the rye bread with a sour expression. He didn't know the answer to his question and he didn't ask his father but every time he attempted to solve things by himself, it would fail.

" What do you know about me? I am a failure. Everyone despises me because I lack experience or knowledge. Just what did I do wrong?

I know the hardship of people and I am trying to understand it but no matter how hard it is, they can change for the better."

Halfdan shook his head, grabbing his little hand while dragging him through the streets to the outskirts.

He then pointed toward the secluded area of the people where life was gray. Unlike the rest of the people they were filthy and begging for things even though they had limbs.

" Look at that, Arthur. Not everyone is willing to change for themselves. Your idea is noble but it is impractical. Handing the food who don't deserve it will create chaos in the end.

Those who work for themselves, earn their right to live because this is the harsh truth of the world and your father wanted to teach it. Follow me."

Arthur pinched his nose under his gaze while following him from behind in this area where 20 or so people lived.

The shabby-looking houses which were almost in ruins, rag-tag clothes with patches, and messy areas with filth on their bodies made him almost puke out his food.

" Lord, give us some food."

Halfdan swatted the children's hands while pointing toward the town with a solemn face. His sharp eyes made them tremble under his pressure but none of them were able to escape.

" Don't beg for food. Go and do work or collect it from the field."

He didn't hear their reasons nor he care about them because everyone had reasons for their suffering and that didn't mean he could alleviate it.

" Which brat is making a fuss in our area? Don't you know we are exiled because of your arrival? You twat, foreigners!"

The adult man came out from the house while grabbing a stick near his doorframe. His ruthless strike hit Arthur who was next to Halfdan.

But before he could strike again, Halfdan grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the ground with a cold face. He carefully examined the stick, turning it around to check whether there was a sign of dried blood and obviously, he saw it.

" Tsk, you are no good person, huh? Let me guess, you beat your children and spouse while drowning yourself in your false misery to blame others for it."

The man didn't dare to lash out at him even though he was younger than him because he was physically stronger and he finally saw a sword on his belt.

" Chivalry is for those who deserve it, Arthur. There are many scums in this world that plot to kill you or take your things. Showing mercy is a privilege to the strong. That is why your father said you don't understand the struggle of the bottom because you view things too high."

Halfdan placed his sword on the man's neck, looking at the children with a calm face.