Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 160
After Granset City returned to the hands of the last Patriarch, the gorgeous castle manor was also cleared out, probably because it was occupied by mages, and the magic power of chaos did not penetrate here.

But the eight winds of the dead have seriously corrupted the land. Even if the Mor priests in Brionne have dispatched their entire family to deal with it at the "friendship" price of only 10 gold coins a day, it will take a month to get rid of the corruption.

You know, that much money is enough to hire 400 fully armed mercenaries to work hard for a week, but now it is only the price of a hundred Moore priests.

Removing chaos, corruption and undead is quite a luxury for any lord in Bretonnia. 70 gold coins are equivalent to the income of 130 peasant households for a quarter, which is almost all the funds of a normal territory for three months.

But it was only the price of a week for the Priests of Moore.

Even if Nock now has the land left by the baron, wealth, and the sponsorship of King Lawn, without the hundreds of gold and silver treasures left by the Grandset family, this grand project would be difficult to carry out.

It's just that the price of Brionne's handicrafts was suddenly hit.

The merchants moved to the city of Granset and opened their businesses in the small manor. Because the city is in the traffic center of Brionne, the horror and pain brought by the blood knights before have also been greatly amplified, otherwise there would not be so many The lord joins the crusade.

Now it has become a convenience, and even the tax for businessmen has risen again.

But for Nock himself, this day is not happy. He is not a good lord, and he has never been. Even when he is taking care of the baron's territory, he is basically only responsible for leading soldiers around to kill all evil forces.

Although being full of martial arts is excellent and something that is loved by others, when Nok, whose arms are tied with gauze, looks at the papers on the table, his head grows big.

Usually, Roel handles these things, but now, for some reason, Roel has been closed for three days, and only asks for cotton cloth, cotton, fresh flesh and food every day.

It makes people wonder if it has been corrupted by Chaos.

Except for Miss Ali Mara who delivered the food, probably no one knew what he was really doing.

Nock sighed, walked out of his room, put a lot of things beside him, and planned to call a clerk to deal with them.

Nok in casual clothes walked in the aisle of the Silver Castle. The appearance here was quite different from the time when the Blood Knights ruled. The peasants took care of things in the courtyard, and the servants saluted the knights.

The stables that had not been used for a long time were refurbished, and many oil lamps were installed in the castle. Although it was still dark, it was much better than before.

The baron's fertile territory has been used as agricultural output, Granset Fortress has been turned into a commercial fortress, and Nock's economic strength and martial virtue have approached the Duke's court.

The lords who fought with him all asked him to form his own knight court. The court here is actually a name for the noble group, not the real court.

But all of this was delayed by Roel's not going out. As a great hero and think tank, Roel kept silent. The officials in the territory and the lords of other territories could only postpone various things.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, Roel himself was shrinking in the room.

If it weren't for the lady's gift that could still be vaguely felt across the room, Noke might have smashed the door.

But today he couldn't bear it any longer, and Noke walked quickly to Roel's door. Alimala, who came to deliver food, just passed by, saw Noke's angry appearance, and spoke.

"Ah, my lord, don't bother..." Nok ignored the girl who was holding the plate, and just cursed.

"Ah, I don't give you a salary of 30 gold coins a month to keep you in your room!"

"I really don't understand the difference between those merchants and farmers! Why did I reduce my income by fifty gold when I called that fat farmer a farmer?!"

Nock was almost pissed off. No one in his territory could comfort the relationship between the merchant and the lord. After leaving Roel, his income gradually became ugly.

But there was only one sentence in his answer. "Fuck, I'm at a critical moment, shut up!"

Noke knocked on the door angrily, thump, thud, and after a while, the room suddenly became noisy, gurgling, clattering, liquid, meat sounds...

Strangely, even Nok, who was the Holy Grail Knight, had cold sweat on his forehead, and all the previous anger and distress disappeared.

There are demons in the room!
Nock is not a fool, at least he just likes to fight at the moment, but he has only one way to deal with any evil force.

And his first thought was, my brother is being controlled by something!

kill kill kill!

Moments later, the knight's left hand was gathered with great force, and it slammed on the door.

Alimara immediately stretched out her hand to stop, but how could a mortal catch up with the Holy Grail Knight.

Sawdust flew around, and behind the rumbling dust, there was a burst of horribly miserable crying, which echoed in the room, as well as Roel's crazy laughter.

"It's done, I'm done!"

Then the voice stopped abruptly, and Roel was stunned...

He has been playing with rotten meat here for three days, just to create flesh and blood that can accommodate the core of the abomination. He quickly had an idea to use the heart and flesh of the creature to form the flesh core that wraps the core.

Then make a puppet to put on it, and then start the system to make it full of vitality, and then carry out the core transformation.

"One day for sewing, two days for meat making, three days for nuclear modification, woo woo woo, it's gone, Nock, you accompany my child!"

Nock stared blankly at the dolls on the table. "What the hell? Where is the Chaos Demon?"

To be honest, the doll is quite abstract in length. Its eyeball is a piece of glass ball, and there is only one piece.

But freaks...

Nock looked at the thing and said. "You made this thing in three days? If you want to learn how to work as a female worker, I can send someone to teach you."

Roel just rubbed his dark circles, looking at the strange species lying limp on the table, his eyes dim.

"You don't understand, a knight noble like you can do everything smoothly, you don't understand."

"When you go all out for a long time, the end is what it feels like to fail one after another."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became depressed, and the oil lamp in the room was also dimmed.

"Take it and burn it. It's against the sky. If you fail, forget it."

Roel gave up on himself, and felt that his ideas were whimsical, and he was not considered a magician with a professional background. This situation is also reasonable.

Only Nok looked at this with a dazed expression, and said something. "Wait, explain to me."

Nock's voice was heard in the room, suddenly, the "dead" thing trembled, and then kept making trembling "cries".

Roel's eyes lit up, there is still help!
　It’s been half a day since I was dragged away by my family outside, so I write a little bit when I have time, and I write it under the circumstances of the flow of people and being scolded again and again, “Why are you using your mobile phone”…

　　In the evening I will write a special story about the Lantern Festival (free)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)