Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 119 Bullying Women
When Roel finished guessing, Jazz felt that the situation was not bad. They really needed a vent in their hearts at the moment. Jazz felt happy about this news.

But how to let this matter ferment, so that it can be justified to investigate the lord's wife, such a place is very sensitive and makes people headache.

Roel was thinking about more clues, and he suddenly thought of that kind of mud. That kind of strange mud should be something left in the cemetery, and the corpse was buried in the soil.

"Sir, where is the churchyard?"

Nock pointed to the west of the village. "There."

Roel pulled him and walked there, followed by Elena. The church here is not professional, the cemetery is only surrounded by wooden fences, and there is no one guarding the tomb, and the burials are all ordinary farmers.

The small village doesn't have a real Moore priest, so it can only let Shalia's priest be on top. This is simply providing material for necromancers. Fortunately, some capable lords will choose to be buried in the Moore Garden in the city.

However, it is not incomprehensible in Brionne. Most necromancers are hindered by Poldero, unable to go deep into the Duke of Brionne, and the robbers probably have no interest in the dead.

Of course, Roel couldn't dig the grave, he just bent his body and put his nose slightly close to the grave, like a truffle hound, making Nock and Elena laugh with their mouths covered.

"Well... this is not..."

"That's not right either... Wait a minute, what are you two laughing at? I'm trying to find out the key!"

Roel watched the two bastards curse, but Nock and Elena couldn't help covering their mouths.

"My God... Ma'am, you don't understand. Seeing you hunched over the grave, it feels like a tramp looking for tribute."

Elena laughed outright. "Lilith! I can't do it anymore, how can you be so funny."

Roel ignored the two idiots and continued to search. When he passed a grave in the far corner of the cemetery, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The smell of the wind of death permeates here, although other tombs also have it, but it is not strong.

The feeling here is the same as... He wiped the invisible tombstone dry with his fingers. Sure enough, there was no engraved name or person who buried it on the tombstone.

Roel pulled out his rifle and dug a hole with his hand at the top of the grave, where his head was buried. It felt similar, so he inserted a wooden stick into the soil and turned it to reveal a small hole, and found that the strange mud was actually It was just under normal soil, and it felt close enough, so I put my rifle against that position again.

While the other two were watching curiously, the projectile fired, and the hot lead shot into it, making the sound of bones breaking. This movement also caused shouts from nearby residents.

"who is it?!"

Soon the peasants gathered in the cemetery, carrying torches, and all they could see at this moment was Roel digging a hole with his hands and taking out a head in the cemetery.

The head was pierced by a projectile, but the obviously abnormal color proved that this thing was not a normal dead person. At this moment, Pastor Sharia in the church walked out. As a priest, he was one of the few people who read books besides the lord.

He walked up to Roel, looked at it for a long time, and shouted to the others. "It's a corpse! It's an undead!"

When Roel pushed the boat along the way, he conjectured that tonight should have been a resting time in the city. Even though the baron was dead, it was still noble and inviolable.

But at this moment, adventurers holding torches, farmers, led by Nock and Roel, surrounded the castle. The firelight shone on the castle, and the white marble seemed to be shining, but there was a kind of miserable beauty, like crying.

Halfway guards and knights also joined the team, even though Roel's statement is only hypothetical, just hypothetical...

But for the sudden death of the baron and the vacancy of the territory, the uneasiness in the hearts of the people needs a window to vent, and Roel doesn't think he is wrong, he really feels the existence of the wind of death.

When the guard opened the woman's room roughly, she was obviously frightened and hid under the quilt tremblingly.

"You, what are you doing?!"

Under the thin silk pajamas, the seductive woman made people's heart beat faster, but Roel just pushed through the crowd, walked quickly into the room, and confronted the lady.

"Baroness, the fact that you are a vampire has been discovered, and you will be caught!"

The madam just covered her cheeks, resentful, even though the smell of the wind of death permeated the room, except for Roel, the other mortals were not clear, but the enchanting and graceful movements made the guards couldn't help but soften their hearts.

If Roel hadn't smelled the faint smell of magic in the air, he would have thought she was a good person, she used a spell!
"I'm leaving the backbone, and you white-eyed wolves are stirring up people's hearts and wanting to take away the lord's territory..."

"Hey, the world is dangerous. Even if I jump from here, I won't let you get what you want. When I'm dead, you have to verify it! Am I a vampire!"

Roel was still not sure before, but now the evidence is conclusive. Then someone can calmly argue against a group of heavily armed men in front of him under such circumstances!

But the others couldn't help feeling weak, bewildered by the magic in the room, and pointed their finger at Roel.

"You, you said Madam's vampire, where is the evidence?"

Roel looked at the mob and punched him in the face. Roel, who has experienced many battles, punched extremely powerfully, but what was even more powerful was that he could hit the chin accurately, and unexpectedly knocked the man down. The guard stared at the stars dryly and lay on the ground.

"Now, who else wants to question me?"

Roel watched the peasants and guards step down, and then walked forward step by step. The lady was not afraid at all, and just looked at the man in front of her with interest.

But when Roel walked by her and exposed his face to the public, he spoke suddenly. "You ungrateful man..."

"It was the baron who hired you, and I gave you a place to live, and now you are ungrateful!"

Roel felt more and more disgusted, and Sir Nock wished to kill the vampire with a sword, even though she might be his ancestor.

"Ms. Lina, I don't want to say too much, but you are really too much."

"Murder the lord..."

The lady immediately began acting with a puzzled expression. "Lina? My name is Anila. What are you talking about, peasant? Thug?"

"I'm really pure and pure. My father's lineage is a noble nobleman. He won't forgive you for insulting me..."

Roel's cheeks twitched, is this a vampire of the Lamia bloodline?

Thick-skinned people can go to Aurora Slim Changheng!

Roel was calm, because he already knew the real name of the female vampire count. Generally speaking, the real name is only useful for demons, especially demons who have ascended to demons, but...

A vampire count has actually become paranoid about his bloodline. The wind of death, or the essence of vampires, will make them infinitely magnify the things they were obsessed with during their lifetime.

"Lina Lamia Grantset! You promiscuous whore! Seduce the Lord with your body, and promise yourself to be pure!"

But she didn't care, and still looked indifferent, Roel was surprised, he didn't expect a nobleman to endure such ridicule.

He could only continue to curse. "The bastard who sent you can only rely on such intrigues, and it dare not face me, or the baron!"

At this moment, Ms. Lina Lamia Granset's face was distorted. She didn't care about being called out by her real name and insulting herself, but insulting her ancestors, her blood servant, and her master...she couldn't bear it.

Once the vampire is angry, the human face will be distorted. At this moment, her beautiful cheeks are gone, her fangs are raised, and her nostrils disappear. The peasants and guards are constantly amazed.

"Kill her! She's a vampire!"

(End of this chapter)