Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 10 The Musilon Threat
On the way to the outpost, Roel was still in the mood to joke with the newcomer. After all, he survived alone yesterday, let alone someone this time, although he should join the enemy camp with his face.

"Estabe, strong man, why did you cross the whole of Mousillon by yourself and come here? Le Angoulan is not close, or did you walk through the Ardennes Forest?"

Roel rubbed the muzzle of his gun. He was really curious. After all, this was the world of Warhammer. There were monsters several meters long in the river in front of them!

Eustabe thought for a while before answering. "Of course, the journey is hard and painful, but it is nothing compared to what I suffered in my hometown. There are too many merchants in Le Angoulang, and they will even sell their own things, especially my family. They are obsessed with business. It gave me goosebumps all over my body."

"I'm allergic to those things."

Roel stopped wiping the gun, and then asked tentatively. "You don't like doing business? I thought that people born in Le Angoulang are related to merchants. By the way, does your Duke often go to the seaside? The Duke of Boldroux likes to travel by sea. months."

Eustabel nodded. "Yes, Lord Duke Torek likes the sea very much, and he can't put it down."

A moment later the back of Eustabe's head was pressed against the barrel of the gun.

"You are not from Le Angoulang at all. I often wander around the port and listen to passing merchants talking about how to do business, so that I have wanted to go to Le Angoulang for a while."

"What's more, besides the merchants, there is a lot of arable land, just like Bordereau has fishing villages and farmers. You may confuse it with Marienburg, and the Duke of Torek hasn't been near the sea for almost 20 years!"

"Why are you lying, give me a reason, or your brain will explode!"

Eustabe immediately raised his hand. At this moment, he held a torch in his left hand, and pointed at the knuckle in his right hand. On the dark path, his finger was slightly deflected, and the metal knuckle shone brightly, stabbing Roel. s eyes.

He instinctively couldn't help blinking, and was knocked to the ground by a punch. Of course, there were reasons why he didn't want to shoot, but no matter what, the opponent was obviously more used to fighting than him.

The punch was terrifyingly heavy, and there were knuckles on his fingers. With one punch, Roel was beaten to pieces, causing the rifle to drop to the ground.

Eustabe rubbed his fists and looked at Roel with swollen cheeks regretfully. "You're a nice person, and I like you quite a bit, but it's not good to be too smart."

"Yes, I'm not from Le Angoulang, I'm a resident of Mousillon, the name doesn't lie to you."

"Now, please disappear quickly!"

At this moment, Roel managed to clear his head, and saw the man's knuckles hitting him, and quickly dodged sideways. The fist was embedded in the ground with great force, and the wet soil made a muffled sound.

Roel immediately crawled to pick up the rifle, but his body was shaking because of the pain, and he couldn't guarantee to hit the vital point. He just barely raised the gun and pointed it at the giant man in front of him.

"you…"

Seeing that the situation had become irresolute at this moment, and that the other party was clever and clever, and that they might cooperate in the future, Eustabe immediately raised his hand. "Enough is enough, I surrender!"

Roel was also stunned, surprised that the opposite party was so straightforward. "Take off the knuckles, put down the backpack!"

Eustabe rubbed his nose, and as he did so, produced another decree, wishing to express his goodwill. "It's medical expenses. I'm not an evil person, but I really can't stand Musilon's environment."

Seeing that he couldn't crush him, Roel could only cover his face and get up to find a stone to sit on. "explain."

Eustabe was also startled, and then looked at Roel with a little more appreciation. After all, in Bretonnia, there are too few farmers who can be so calm.

"You are a born adventurer."

Roel scolded in disgust. "Forget about being polite, if I shoot here, you will be spotted by my companions immediately, this is not far from the lighthouse!"

Eustabe nodded and gestured for Roel to calm down.

"I was a farmer in Mousillon until I discovered the secret of Nicolette, the Mistress of Vassamund, at work."

"She is a necromancer, and uses death spells to extract the blood of babies to perpetuate her youth."

"And the lord has been dead for many years, the entire territory belongs to her, and she covers the sky with only one hand."

"In order for her to escape punishment, I hurriedly escaped from Musilon's territory. I lived a difficult life in the nearby swamp until I found an adventurer who came here to become a night watchman some time ago."

"He was going here from Le Angoulang, and I was starving to death, so I had to..."

Roel looked at him in surprise. "You ate him?!"

Eustabe shook his head hastily. "How is it possible, I robbed him and gave him to the crocodile to eat."

"Then I saw his appointment letter and wanted to rely on his work to return to civilized society."

Roel scolded. "Then you might as well eat it! Well, I'm going to shoot!"

Eustabe was about to punch. Although killing him would attract people to investigate the murder, and he might be shot in the shoulder, but now there is no other way!
When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Roel immediately changed the topic. "Unless, I want to share half of your monthly salary and the income of the person you robbed!"

Eustabe's cheeks twitched. It's clear that he didn't meet the Messenger of Justice, but he met his colleagues!

(End of this chapter)