Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 121 Lord Nok
When his fingers brushed over the crumpled piece of paper, the ink marks on it still seemed to be left yesterday, and when he saw the last family emblem stamped, his heart twitched.

Although the baron is not a powerful person, nor is he necessarily smart, but he has indeed fulfilled his duties, whether it is securing the route, hiring two capable men, Roel and Nock, or finding spies to supervise the battle on the battlefield.

He should have also anticipated Nock's thoughts. Although he may not know why Sir hates vampires so much, he still wrote this suicide note.

He is neither great nor legendary, and his name will not even be left on a piece of paper in the huge world of Warhammer in the Middle Ages, but Roel accepted the piece of paper. There are only him and the clerk here, and it is completely possible to tamper with it to make him Become a proxy lord yourself.

Although he doesn't have the rights of nobility, he has money and territory, but Roel doesn't want to, and he doesn't want to.

He's a dumbass and not a refined egoist, so Roel does it.

When Nock got the news, he couldn't show any more expression on his cheeks, he just rubbed his temples and bowed to the letter.

The next day, the knights rushed to tell each other that the land that had been waiting for improvement changed hands very quickly in less than a day. According to the declaration of the documents and the consul, Nok, who was a knight of the kingdom, obtained this land.

A brand-new family crest banner was pulled up on the castle, the peasants were prostrate on the ground, Sir Nok, no, Lord Nok rode on a horse, put on full plate armor, and became the real knight lord of the kingdom.

But how lively it was outside seemed to have nothing to do with Roel. He was a farmer, and it was Nock's permission that he didn't need to visit the lord.

Roel was just walking in the adventurer's camp. At this moment, only the caretaker Sister Shalia and the poor man with missing arms and legs swallowed the boiled bread.

He opened the curtain of a hut, Alimara was accompanied by Elena, she was able to open her eyes, the wolf also huddled in the corner, biting fresh meat.

Her actions that night were too impulsive, and she didn't gain combat achievements, but just made the battle passive. Adventurers and knights were unwilling to admit that she was special, and she was not missing arms or legs.

Even though the privileges of Roel and Sir could allow her to settle in the castle easily, the first thing this strong girl did when she woke up was to insist on not having special treatment.

"You guy, did you spit out everything I taught you to Tal?" Roel was half angry and half annoyed, but also a little ashamed, after all, he didn't accompany her when she was weak.

Elena also didn't know her friend had fallen into weakness until after the incident was over.

The girl rubbed her cheeks. "Feel sorry…"

Roel was relentless. "Get up, practice more, and practice with me after lunch is over, and come with Lord Nok after he settles the matter."

Alimara nodded slightly, then shouted in surprise belatedly. "Lord?!"

Roel could only roughly explain the ins and outs to her. The girl's cheeks were constantly fluctuating because of the stories of inversion, inversion, entrustment, death, vampires and people, cemeteries and the dead.

Finally turned into a sentence.

"Master, why do I feel that vampires are not much different from humans?"

Roel didn't answer, it was her own business, sometimes he couldn't tell what was human and what was animal.

He looked at that kind of wolf, although he didn't know what was going on with the wolf pack, but it didn't leave...

"Do you want revenge too?" Roel squatted on the ground, overlooking the wolf, and its reddish-brown pupils were also looking at the farmer. Even though they couldn't talk, Roel still said to himself.

"I'm going to find a blacksmith to make a set of mail for wolves, as well as for women. Before the master blacksmith kills me, Alimara, go to the tailor shop once and take this young man with you."

"Start training after lunch, don't slow down, remember to give me the length, width and height as well."

In the girl's answer, Roel walked out of the hut, which was so simple that it could hardly be simpler, and walked towards the castle. At this moment, there were still ribbons on the ground, and the peasant had just returned home.

The muddy trail was covered by horseshoes and peasant footprints. When Roel entered the castle, the guards had begun to salute him. Everyone knew that there were two owners here, but one was not a nobleman.

At this moment, Roel walked into the meeting room on the second floor of the castle. The place was darker and more humid than it looked. Sir Nock was wearing gorgeous armor, but he huddled here like a mouse to steal his lunch.

"What's the matter, so embarrassed?"

Sir Nok, no, Lord Nok coughed immediately, almost not being taken away by the bread, he swallowed the food and asked. "How do you know I'm here?!"

Roel buttoned his earwax. "Nonsense, ordinary people are not allowed to enter the castle here. If you are not on the street, you must be hiding."

Nock nodded. "Being a lord is more exhausting than I think."

Roel sat next to him, picked up the barbecue on the dinner plate, and ate it directly. "How much military spending?"

Nock shook his head and answered. "Sixty gold ones. The baron was bankrupt before. That's almost all the winter tax."

"I'm looking for someone to buy the lord's wife's things. Those are still worth a lot. I'm afraid it will take some time to march again."

"The kingdom knights in the territory also hate fighting again, and it is difficult for me to drive them to work hard."

Roel listened, just asked. "Are we on track?"

"Oh, the regularization is, have we really received the baron's duties? It always feels unreal."

Nock took a sip of his brandy. "That's how it is, that's how life is, maybe one day Lawn will die like this."

Roel covered his mouth. "Oh, don't you know? King Lawn is the Holy Grail Knight. I heard that they can hear news from thousands of miles away!"

Nock's expression changed drastically. "God...really?!"

Roel replied. "Fake."

The two laughed at each other, even though he became the lord, it didn't change anything.

After eating, Roel rubbed his neck. "My suggestion is, don't take a break, just call back."

"You see, at this point the vampires think we've given up the fight and recuperated, and the greenskins are mad at losing their mortars."

"Before the green skins attack us, we will immediately rely on the vampire's carelessness and destroy the castle."

Lord Nok shook his head. "No, my family's fort has two floors, inside and outside, and a moat. It's a typical Bretonnian fortress. With our current strength, mortars can't break through the inner fort wall."

"Because the movement of breaking the wall is too great, it is almost impossible to enter the distance without being noticed by the opposite side, and our soldiers have not been trained."

Roel lowered his head and thought for a while, and gave up fighting back for a short time in his heart. He could only think of a way to delay the enemy with one move.

"Using the way of the other, return it to the other..."

Nock asked. "What's the meaning?"

Roel replied. "Use the greenskins."

(End of this chapter)