Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 150 Holy Grail Knight Nock and His Peasant Attendants

As in countless Bretonnian tales, the brave knight was overwhelmed by evil and lingered in the forest with his squire.

The loyal attendants did not leave to help the knight, and the knight did not give up. When they found a spring in the forest, a miracle happened.

But the story still doesn't clearly say what happens to the human beings who accept the grace of God, and how those who are not strong in will and physique will bleed to death from seven orifices.

When the Lady of the Lake looked at Nok with the dry chalice in her hand, it was hard to say that there was any kindness, or expectation, she was just setting the test.

When Nok rolled on the ground in pain, and the filthy liquid flowed out of his body, it wasn't some baptismal marrow, but that he was incontinent.

How painful is it that a macho man who can continue to fight with a broken arm is incontinent?Is this how the so-called lady cursed her followers?
But Roel is not good at commenting. This is the last appeal of all the knights in Bretonnia, and it is also the hope for Bretonnia to continue to this day.

He was neither noble nor arrogant enough to comment on such things, he just sat on the sidelines and watched quietly.

The howling of mourning continued, making people upset. The so-called goddess stood in the lake, unable to see both sorrow and joy, like a statue.

If this was really the elf deity, if Roel could kill her, he would probably shoot.

But he didn't dare, and couldn't.

As time passed, the wailing became powerless. To be honest, Roel couldn't tell the time, whether it was midnight or early morning, or just at night, and he just felt that he would eat a blueberry after a minute.

It's almost... 120 or so.

Although it was not accurate, for two or three hours, Nok was trembling like a patient. He still remembered that he wanted to drink the Holy Grail, but now he didn't want to at all.

And there was real... pity for those glittering knights in my heart?worship?Human emotions are complex, and there may be all of them.

When Roel plucked up the courage to approach the shining lady, perhaps in his eyes, this one was not much different from the Chaos Gods.

"Ma'am, can I feed him some water and some fruit?"

The goddess of the lake didn't look at him, but just stared at Nok as always, as if Roel was not as good as the animals on the roadside.

Until he was under those gazes, holding the spring water in his hand, he poured the liquid into Nok's air, crushed the fruit, and stuffed it in a little bit.

It wasn't until the traces of blue flowed from his mouth to his neck, and perhaps the hunger in his belly eased, that he became much quieter.

The farmer has no respect, and even sits in front of the lady casually, directly on the grass and the ground, completely removing the sacred damage here.

"Ma'am, you can hear me, can't you?"

The holy lady did something else for the first time, nodding to the farmer.

"I don't want to ask why knights need to suffer so much, and I don't want to doubt your divinity, but I hope you can answer my question."

When Roel finished speaking, the Goddess of the Lake looked at the farmer for the first time, her white lips opened. "You are a special farmer, I know it."

"I will solve your troubles."

Roel pursed his lips. "Thank you, then... I would like to know why you gave gifts to the knights just because of worship, so why don't you choose farmers."

"Can I answer this way? You need fighters, and they are strong enough fighters, so people are allowed to undergo extra peculiar and extreme differentiation, so that human society will continue to produce fighters like knights."

"What are you preparing for, what are you fearing, what are you..."

The eyes of the goddess of the lake suddenly shone brightly, and the wind of life reverberated in all directions. The powerful force suddenly pushed Roel away, and he fell far and fell into the bushes.

When he climbed up again, the so-called lady had disappeared, leaving only the lake glowing with moonlight, but Roel knew that this was not a refusal, nor was it a resentment towards Roel, because the mana was definitely not hurt. he.

He suddenly felt a tingling pain in his arm. He opened his sleeve and looked at it, and found that there was a strange Holy Grail pattern carved on it, like a colorless tattoo.

And the sound of the system appeared in his ear.

[Acquire skills, believe in Lilith.As a result, the lifespan is extended to about 240 years, the maintenance cost of combat pilgrims is reduced by 50%, and the employment of knight units is reduced by 50%...]

Meaning... let him see for himself?
Roel raised his arm, and the traces glowed faintly under the moonlight. The traces left on it made people obsessed. As long as he held his arm and exerted strength, the traces would glow, making people feel warm and miraculous.

The forest is no longer dark, and the future is not so uncertain. The lady represented by this trace is recognized as a nobleman.

But this matter is indeed incredible and incomprehensible, but it is also Roel's plan, because he is very clear about the ins and outs of the lady in the lake, what she wants, and what she wants.

For Bretonnia?She just wants to make more fighters before the end of the world, to meet the new story.

And this matter was pointed out by Roel, but he had to admit that his actions were risky, even stupid, but the gods of order also had their own logic.

And now, he's bet right, the true authority of Bretonnia now recognizes him, in front of a newly promoted Grail Knight!

Confused, unclear, all kinds of emotions dissipated, when he was really able to stand on the land of Bretonnia this time, when he saw it clearly again, the dirt on the armor of Lord Nok next to him completely dissipated. The streamer shines on it, and the eyes have been opened.

He also stood up, his right arm was intact, intact, and his body appeared to be much larger.

It was amazing, for the first time Roel saw the light of the Holy Grail Knight released unscrupulously, bright like a torch in the dark forest, until Noke recovered, the light dissipated.

"I..." He choked with sobs, and immediately searched for the lady's traces, only to be belatedly aware of Roel's presence by his side and the traces on her body.

"You?" Nock felt the lady's breath on his friend, and anyone who became a Holy Grail Knight or was gifted by a lady would feel it, and he said silently.

"Ma'am on..."

"She favored you!? She favored you!?"

This event shocked even more than Nock's own changes, because the farmer was bestowed by a lady, and there was only one time in the entire history of Bretonnia, but the miracle of that person really turned Bretonnia upside down.

"This…"

Roel didn't care, and wiped the dew from the bushes on his cheeks. "Anything is possible, isn't it?"

Nock stared blankly at first, and then burst out laughing. "You are a miracle! Bretonnian farmer, Mr. Roel!"

　Magic: The Gathering is so much fun, I want to update less and play Magic.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)