The Sage of Einar

Sven, who was drinking herbal liqueur, closed his eyes and let the sensation of heat spread through his stomach.

When he finished drinking his mouth clean with his hand and sighed as he looked at his friend Eskol "I love this drink, to think that we have spent years without trying something so delicious.

Even Eero would have loved to taste the flavor of this herbal liqueur. I just hope the merchants from the south bring back our lavish shipment of beer that we lost.

With it, we can make more liquor and increase our reserves, although the only regret is that making the liquor takes a while to make, but it is worth waiting and seeing how the beer is distilled.

It is a somewhat magical process that results in a wonderful liquid. "

Eskol nodded and took a drink from his liquor jug ​​" I fully agree with you, but we are almost out of the liquor you want to make.

You want to stay and rest in one of the rooms of the house or you want to go back to the great room. "

Sven, who was somewhat drunk, filled his jug with herbal liqueur and looked at Eskol with a smile "If it had been earlier I would have accepted your proposal to stay overnight at your house.

But I will have to decline, as both my wives must be waiting for me and it would be rude to leave them alone, anyway.

I think you should also try Einar's techniques. I'm sure you will enjoy them. Remember that we are not that old and you can still give more of ourselves.

If you want tomorrow, I will ask Einar that I taught you at least two very good techniques, as only those two movements things will be different, but… "

Sven approached Eskol and motioned for him to come closer. Because what he was thinking of saying shouldn't be heard by anyone.

When Eskol had his ear close to Sven he started whispering to him, "Yes, this really is a new level of pleasure for you and your wife.

You should teach her how she should give you a good blowjob, and you, for your part, should also learn to lick her vagina. "

Eskol was quite surprised by Sven's words, and although he understood the last part, he did not know that it was a blowjob.

Seeing Eskol's doubtful face, Sven gave him a wicked smile "A blowjob is when a woman puts your penis in her mouth. If she uses her breasts is called a rusa1, although I don't know what that name means. Einar said we had to use it.

But here among us, there is an even more amazing level of obtaining pleasure but it requires a lot of preparation and can only be used with the consent of your wife.

Although I can tell you that when you try it, it will be another way to take you to Valhalla. But tomorrow when you start your classes with Einar, you will understand what I say.

Now let's finish drinking and celebrate for another day in paradise. "

Eskol started laughing and continued drinking with his good friend Sven.

After a while and with no liquor to drink, Sven left the house together with Eskol.

The two men, like a good pair of friends, hugged their necks and while walking in the street, they began to sing some songs that they had sung when they traveled in the sea on their expeditions.

On the way, they could see a few guards who were looking after the safety of the tribe. They just straightened their backs and let the Jarl and Eskol go their way.

One of the guards who was guarding the tribe was Peder who, when he saw Sven and Eskol, was surprised to see them so happy as they sang.

'To think that Jarl Sven can also behave like a laid-back person. I guess I'll have to follow them. The last thing I want is for them to fall asleep in the open and die in the cold night.'

On the way, the two men laughed while they sang their songs at the top of their lungs. After a while walking they finally reached the great hall.

Once they arrived Sven began to walk, and with a stone he stumbled, hitting the wooden wall this made him react so he moved his head from side to side looking for the culprit.

Eskol, who was behind him, started to laugh while also trying to keep his balance "Haha, I haven't seen you take a good hit for a long time."

Sven, who had a bit of blood coming out of his forehead, just hit the wooden wall very casually while also starting to laugh.

"It's been a long time since I got a good hit, HAHA!"

The guards who were guarding the entrance to the great hall looked at each other doubtfully, not sure whether to help Sven or let him laugh.

Fortunately, Peder arrived with them and asked them to let him handle Sven. He also promised to return Eskol to his home.

Sven, who continued laughing, only felt a good hand on his shoulder "Sven you have to enter the great hall so that I can heal your wound otherwise you will worry everyone if they see you bleeding."

Hearing those words, Sven turned his head and looked at Peder with a smile as he stroked his own forehead.

Feeling his hot blood on his hand Sven looked at his hand and just shook his head "This is just a scratch but I have to agree with you that my wound has to be healed or Elin might get mad at me."

Sighing a little more sober he looked at Peder, "Take me inside and let me sit on a chair in the kitchen while you take Eskol home.

I don't want something to happen to him on his way. "

Peder nodded and helping Sven to enter the great room carefully left him in one of the chairs in the great room. After that, he left and went to help Eskol to get to his house.

The moment Peder left, Sven stretched out his hands and went to the cupboard to have some beer. He was thirsty and knew he should not drink water because it would be dangerous, according to what Einar said.

When he found a small wooden barrel, he took it and removed the stopper before drinking directly from it. While he drank beer, he watched as Einar entered the kitchen.

Einar, seeing the state of his father, only breathed deeply "Father, sit on one of the chairs so I can treat the wound on your forehead.

Although it is not seen that it is very big if I leave it untreated it can become infected and that would be dangerous. "

Sven stopped drinking beer and sat in one of the wooden chairs while he watched as Einar opened a small lumber warehouse that he had built in the kitchen a while ago.

"Is that the first aid kit you made in the kitchen?"

Einar nodded as he took out a linen gauze, a bandage, a small glass bottle of alcohol, and a suture kit.

Seeing everything Einar had taken out of the medicine cabinet, Sven just smiled "It reminds me of when you were a kid and you injured your hand after grabbing a sharp stone."

Einar, who was listening to his father, took the bottle of alcohol and placed some in the linen gauze.

"In the same way that you have me sitting now when you hurt yourself that time I sat you down and, using a little water, I cleaned your hand and later put on some herbs.

I can still remember your mother screaming for not taking care of you ... "

Sven frowned when he felt the burning of the alcohol on his forehead. So taking the small barrel of beer he gave him a good drink because he knew that what followed would hurt.

"Unfortunately, your mother's screams made your grandfather come. That day, your grandfather gave me a good beating for not taking care of you.

After that, I can tell you that you never picked up sharp stones again, although I don't think I can learn from my mistakes as you did ... "

Sven gritted his teeth as he felt Einar stitch up his wound. With a forced smile, he looked at Einar.

"To think that it hurts a lot to have to stitch up a wound, but I may just be getting old.

You may have to take control of the tribe first, as I would like to live a quiet life with your mother and Juni while I enjoy my grandchildren.

That way of life that I could see in Constantinople let me see that life is short, and it is better to enjoy it with the people you love, of course, without copying the perversions of that great city.

They may call us barbarians, but sometimes I could see such horrible and vile acts that they would make our punishments look like child's play.

But perhaps the worst punishments I could see in the southern slave traders. Those people know how to use whips and different forms of torture, but one day I will tell you about it ... "

After yawning, Sven felt how Einar placed the bandage on his forehead, so he looked at him with pride.

"I'm proud of you, son, but now help your father get to his room that I don't want to hurt myself again because of my own stupidity."

Einar smiled and, helping his father, lifted him from the chair as he led him to his room.