492 CDXCII. The Translation (1/2)

Meanwhile, Freydis extracted some of the food she had kept in secret from the basket the day before, hiding it from Dag to prevent him from eating all their stocks.

”And those? Where did they come from? I'm hungry!” he said, as soon as he saw the bread and pieces of meat his girlfriend had hidden.

”Yes, don't worry... we're going to eat them now. I'm sure we won't have to worry about food tomorrow too, our fellow travelers will think about it” she thought out loud, who, being not a local, had no idea how and where to get food, afraid to walk alone through the streets of Tungvek among all those unknown people.

After eating a bite of his portion, Dag took off the upper piece of the armor and the shirt underneath it, wearing the other sleeping clothes.

As he turned her back toward Freydis, she looked at him carefully, sipping wine.

”I noticed that scar yesterday, but I didn't tell you anything. What is it?” she asked, pointing to a precise spot behind Dag's right shoulder, next to his Berserkr mark.

He moved his hand behind his back and touched the embossed scar, which was so large that it came out of his arm, which was the point where all his skill scars had appeared during the months.

”I also thought it was strange for a scar to come out at this point, behind my right shoulder... it comes from a skill, the last one I learned, Memory Of Mjöllnir. I think it's so big because it's a level 9 skill, which makes it harder than the others to learn” he said, tucking his shirt into which he would sleep.

”It's the one you used last time against wolves, isn't it? The skill that would have killed us too, if Egill had not protected us with his barrier...” she asked, trying to remember the details.

”Yes, unfortunately, I can't control all that power perfectly, I need more time. It's already a miracle that I've managed to learn such a high-level skill, even Master Magni never did it!” he continued, explaining to Freydis that he had no intention of hurting them.

”What if you could also learn skills that don't come from your Clan?” she replied, sipping more wine and looking at him, sitting at the stool in front of the fireplace.

”Of other Clans? And why would I? Honestly, with all the things that happened to me during the last period, I didn't even think about it...”

”Your learning skills are unique, no one can learn skills in such a short time. Do you remember the scroll you found in the Claws Of Fenrir cave? The one you showed me along with the map, which you think depicted the instructions for a skill?” Freydis said as if trying to tell him something a little at a time.