Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

In an instant, Eric witnessed the rise and fall of the Kingdom of Denmark over five centuries, the glorious life of kings, queens, and a hero.

A vast amount of information rushed into Eric's mind at an astonishing speed. If it weren't for his unparalleled mental strength, he would have undoubtedly been shocked into idiocy by now...

With his unmatched mental power, Eric digested all the information in just a few seconds, and then he "woke up." As he opened his eyes, he saw the Giant Sword he was holding high, now a completely different Giant Sword!

The engravings on the blade turned into flashing golden runes, faintly visible. The originally light-reflecting blade now emitted light from within—bright and yet not dazzling.

Frowning slightly, Eric contained the turbulent energy within him. As he watched the Giant Sword slowly return to its original state, Eric felt a sudden urge, to shake his hand and send a white light straight into the sky. After a sizzling sound, the ceiling above Eric's head turned into a "skylight" with a diameter of over two meters, revealing the azure sky.

This move was learned by Eric from Beowulf's memories, apparently one of the Nordic hero's proud techniques. However, Eric did not use Beowulf's combat energy to drive it; he used the royal Danish combat energy, the very energy the gravity magic array needed to "verify."

Eric was curious about the miraculous nature of this combat energy that only the kings of Denmark could cultivate, so he used his internal energy to simulate it. Eric was confident that the similarity after simulation was definitely over ninety-five percent.

Unexpectedly, the result of this move surprised him.

From Beowulf's memories, it could be seen that his combat techniques were all extremely powerful and imposing. When he used this move, it was earth-shattering and spectacular. However, when driven by the Danish royal combat energy, it became as silent as the melting of snow under the spring sun.

Although Eric had learned from the memories of the Danish kings that their combat energy's characteristic was "corrosion," he had never thought that this combat energy, when combined with a combat technique, could silently corrode a stone slab measuring two meters square and forty centimeters thick...

Such power had never appeared in the five hundred years of the legitimate history of the Danish royal family. Among the thirty-three practitioners of this combat energy, all were high-ranking golden knights, and among them were seven holy knights.

However, the strongest of these seven holy knights only possessed a mid-ranking position, which could not compare to Eric.

After all, he was already a pinnacle expert in pre-heaven. In terms of strength, he was only inferior to high-ranking holy knights and not below them!

Eric slowly put down the Giant Sword. The heavy blade touched the stone pedestal, emitting a dull sound—a clank.

This sound finally awakened Meyer and Ophelia, who had been in a daze all this time. Meyer smiled and was about to congratulate Eric on breaking a "thousand-year record," but suddenly heard a "plop" next to her.

Turning around, she saw Ophelia kneeling on the stone pedestal. Meyer was shocked and was about to ask what she was doing, but Ophelia trembled and said, "Prince, I didn't expect it to be you... we finally waited for you!"

Meyer looked at Eric in confusion, and he was equally puzzled. He frowned and said, "Get up quickly! What's going on?"

Meyer helped Ophelia up, also looking confused. "Ophelia, what are you talking about? Eric is Chinese. How did he become your prince?"

Ophelia seemed so excited that she could barely stand, half-leaning on Meyer. But she didn't answer her question, just tremblingly said, "Prince, we've been waiting for you for five hundred and sixty years. We've finally waited for you..."

Eric was surprised and amused, interrupting her before she finished, "I'm not the prince you're talking about. Have you made a mistake, or what's going on?"

Slapping herself on the head, Ophelia exclaimed, "Damn it, I'm so foolish. I forgot to tell the prince the whole story first."

Seeing that she seemed about to give a long speech, Eric waved his hand, "Let's talk downstairs. It's tiring to stand here..."

"Yes, yes... I've been inconsiderate... Please, Prince!"

Ophelia's humble attitude made Eric frown, but he didn't say anything. He saw the Giant Sword return to its place, then floated down to the stone pedestal and sat on the chair in the stone room.

After Meyer landed, she sat down next to Eric. Ophelia, on the other hand, stood by, adopting a humble servant's demeanor. It wasn't until Eric impatiently ordered her to sit down that she obediently thanked him and began to tell the story.

"The vast land of northern Europe where Denmark is located was not a sovereign country over a thousand years ago.

The people living on this land had been suffering from the exploitation of Roman colonialists and the invasion of barbarians from the West. This miserable situation did not change until the appearance of King Gorm the Old.

With a giant sword in hand, King Gorm the Old led the people to resist tyranny, repel invaders, and establish a country that no outsider dared to underestimate.

Although the country established by the old king was much smaller in territory than present-day Denmark, this did not prevent all the people of the country from admiring and respecting this 'founding emperor.'

The reason why King Gorm the Old was able to rise under heavy oppression was his outstanding martial prowess!"

"I've heard of this!" Meyer nodded in agreement. "King Gorm the Old of Denmark is a mid-level holy knight..."
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"Yes, the world now knows about the strength of King Gorm the Old, but his giant sword has been overlooked..."

After speaking for a while, Ophelia's expression had become much more natural.

Although she still showed respect for Eric, it was no longer as submissive as before, presumably because she had recovered some sanity from the shock of the 'return of the prince'!

"Overlooked?" Meyer looked puzzled.

"Isn't King Gorm the Old's 'Sword of Glory' designated as the exclusive war sword of the king by the Danish royal family? The king can't wield the sword in battle now, so the Sword of Glory naturally needs to be sealed away. How can this be called 'overlooked'?"

"No!" Ophelia shook her head. "The war sword of King Gorm the Old is not the one now owned by the Danish royal family..."

Eric's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the Giant Sword standing on the stone pedestal and said, "The war sword of King Gorm the Old should be this one, right?"

"Yes!" Ophelia replied.

"This giant sword is too heavy. Only someone with the innate divine power like King Gorm the Old can freely wield it. To demonstrate the 'inheritance,' the second-generation King Harald of Denmark copied a giant sword weighing only eighty kilograms to show respect. That is also the giant sword now collected by the Danish royal family!"

Seeing Ophelia's sidelong glance, Eric's eyes narrowed slightly. He said, "The 'inheritance' you mentioned should not be so simple, right?"

"Prince..."

Ophelia had just joyfully started speaking when she was rudely interrupted by Eric. "Don't call me that for now!"

Ophelia was slightly stunned, showing a somewhat aggrieved expression, but she still nodded gently before saying, "You're right! The 'inheritance' of the Danish royal family is not just a weapon, more importantly, it inherits 'experience' and 'knowledge'..."

Meyer listened with a puzzled expression, but Ophelia's attention was now entirely on Eric, so she didn't notice her friend's confusion at all and naturally couldn't help clarify.

Fortunately, there was Eric, who explained to Meyer in simple terms about the storage of memories of all the kings in the Giant Sword. After understanding, Meyer couldn't help but exclaim, "It's eye-opening!"

Eric also marveled. He finally understood why there was an admonition after each memory segment, apparently to educate the 'descendants' on how to be a good king...

Ophelia looked at Eric expectantly and said, "You must have 'seen' those inherited memories, right?"

Eric didn't lie to her and nodded slightly, then asked, "Since this is the inheritance sword of the Danish royal family, why are there memories of Beowulf?"