Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 126 Assemble
Elena led the hunters away, and when the greenskins were ready, smoke would rise in the distance, notifying Roel that it was time to communicate with the troops.

And Roel has more important things, he needs to communicate with the nearby villages, because the troops in Bretonnia must rely on the villages to march.

It was only spring, and it was not easy to extract the last marching food from the hungry and cold peasants, but his goal was never the peasants.

There are quite a few kingdom knight castles in the nearby villages. Although they can't ruin the reputation of their territory, the adventurers under their hands can't tell whether they are robbers or mercenaries if they cover their faces.

Roel figured that the unlucky ones in the nearby village would have the best luck. He spread out the map and slid his fingers over the nearby villages.

"This guy... last time I detained the caravan I released. This guy said at the banquet that I was a farmer... Well, this is even more important. I remember that he seemed to be killed because he killed other farmers and then refused to pay. beated."

"It's really hard to choose. The nobles of Bretonnia can't be said to be full of evil, they can only be said to be very rich."

Roel was actually not afraid of being discovered. It was normal to fight among the Lords of Brionne.

Kill your farmer today, and you can face off in front of the Duke tomorrow. There are dozens of villages under your leadership. This is the greatest joy of having so many knight lords.

Roel selected a dozen or so people from the camp, plus himself, it was enough. The peasants would not be in the castle during the curfew at night, they just bypassed the patrols and went into the basement to move things.

However, Roel didn't tell the truth about the situation. He only said that it was a transaction between the lords. We went to move some goods at night, do some work, listen to his instructions, and wear masks. This is their identity proof for transactions.

Five trucks were pulled out of the camp. The trucks that were originally intended to transport materials for building the camp left slowly. Roel also specifically asked for some furs.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to guard against house robbers by day and night, and Bretonnian knights never worry about anti-theft equipment. Their castles are all in the center of the village, and they have many servants, but...

so what?This is Brionne. For other territories where monsters ravage, the wooden fence is enough to trouble Roel for a while, but Brionne's excellent location makes them have no idea of ​​​​defending the enemy.

Later, Roel came to Basil Village in the evening, muttering in his heart that the lord owed the baron 3 gold coins for wine, and then waited near the village until dark.

When the curfew started, the farmers were no longer active. Roel chose a few big ones, pulled the truck and walked from the forest to the back of the castle, and then activated the skill, silent gunpowder.

"I'll open the door, you wait a moment." The adventurers looked at each other, watching Roel take out a bomb, stuff it into the gap below the castle wall, patch a lot of fur on the ground, and then run away.

After a moment of no fire, no sound, and the collapse of smoke, most of the debris and bricks just fell on the dirt and fur, making a simmering sound, but the walls of the castle were still thick, and the hole made by the blast was barely enough for one People drilled through.

He didn't come here for the war either. Roel rolled up his sleeves, threw his rifle over, and then got into the hole with his whole body.

When he climbed in, it happened to be the location of the cellar. Roel picked up the torch, lit it, and began to liquidate the inventory.

Five bags of flour, six catties of jerky, ten catties of salted fish, three bags of beans, all of them are big bags, so they are normal food reserves...

"Why are there so few..." Roel murmured, and opened the second floor of the cellar. A smell of oak mixed with alcohol and sweetness wafted in. Upon closer inspection, they were all brandy and wine that had been stored for many years.

There are at least 20 barrels in a row. "Okay, okay, okay..." Roel said three or four times, and immediately called someone to come in and move!
When buckets of fine wine and several bags of food filled the truck, Roel realized that the truck he brought was only half full.

Fortunately, the night was still long, so he casually plugged the hole made by the blast with soil, and asked someone to take the truck to the next village overnight to see his luck.

When the car returned with a full load left the territory, the lord of the lord was dressed in fine clothes and walked down the stairs with a few nobles, because his night had just begun, and today was the day he planned to open a bucket of treasures and share them with friends who came today .

He introduced as he walked. "It's the best wine I've ever had, and as soon as I open my cellar and smell that pavement aroma, I feel good to be alive."

When he opened the cellar, he felt empty, maybe the servant hadn't prepared food, he frowned, and planned to teach his housekeeper tomorrow.

But when he opened the second layer, the lord's face was completely frozen. After that, a miserable voice echoed on the plains of Bretonnia. Many farmers woke up, thinking it was an invasion of demons.

And the instigator, Roel, is using his skills to "knock open" the castle of the second family. The owner of this city is more vigilant, and he has prepared the door of the compartment in the cellar, letting go of food and sundries, and Luo Al was unlucky and opened a utility room.

"Well, hard work pays more."

He has just finished using his skills, so he can only pick up a steel wire and start picking the lock...

Fortunately, the locks in Bretonnia are basically the same way. The workers' improvement in the locks is how to deal with the beautiful patterns on them and how to get more gorgeous materials on them.

A moment later, with a bang, the door was opened, but it was not so dark. In the dim light, a noble lady was counting food in the cellar with an oil lamp.

Roel immediately extinguished the torch and held his breath. Fortunately, the sneaky things he did did not move much, and the man didn't notice himself.

He looked through the crack of the door, the man was not very old, around 27, wearing thin clothes, and a plump figure, but Roel was used to seeing elf girls, otherwise they were vampire beauties, and seeing this top-matching village girl Just bored.

He leaned against the wall, holding his breath, but he felt his feet go soft, and there was a sharp creaking sound.

He thought, what?I also stepped on it and moved it twice.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

He immediately thought of something, his expression changed, and he immediately raised his foot. The lady also heard the sound and rushed out of the room.

"That's the mouse! Get out!" She was also full of martial arts, and she threw a piece of dry bread around, scaring Roel back behind the door.

I muttered in my heart, where did the shrew come from?

When she found the dead mouse, she looked down curiously for a long time, and then said something. "Someone trampled to death?"

Seeing that he was about to be exposed, Roel slammed down the barrel of the gun, and with a bang, the lady's cheek was stuck to the rat's corpse, and the blood spilled from the corpse and the mud from her feet were all on her powder. face.

Roel wiped the barrel of the gun, a little afraid that he would be crushed to death by her, and only began to count the goods after making sure that he was still breathing.

He looked around for a while, with a smile on his face, and he was really pleasantly surprised. The shelves here were packed to the brim, so there were almost 10 bags of bread, 5 bags of meat, and even spices and sugar!

(End of this chapter)