Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 161 Mage Roel?
"Crying" is not that it has vocal cords in the physical sense, but that the eight winds blowing through its modified core produce a cry similar to the physical wind passing through sandstone holes.

But this is not easy to understand, because the eight winds have no physical meaning to the physical world, and the description of the "wind" blowing is not accurate.

It should be similar to the sizzling sound produced by sharp inhalation when encountering stimulation, but it is probably the crying sound produced by the eight winds passing through the core.

Obviously Nock had a great influence on this poor little thing, but I still can't judge whether it will produce various irreversible mutations in the future.

—Recorded by Roel on February 2th.

Roel closed his notebook. On a whim, he wanted to record his career as a magician, but it took about 3 minutes, because he didn't have a professional background.

In fact, if you really care about your background, the Nine Scrolls of Nagash as a teacher seems to be the real root?
Roel put away the thoughts he was exuding, and stroked the deformed grotesque puppet again. He was like a dead thing, which was also the effect Roel wanted, so dead that he couldn't tell whether it was real or not. It has the ability to gather the eight winds.

He put his hands on it, held his breath, and soon felt the wind of death that had gathered in it. If he used the description of Warhammer Total War, it probably...

Three magic winds?

The current environment is about 7-8 points, or even higher, but it is not easy for a beginner-made core to absorb so much.

He held the doll in one hand, stroked a piece of cotton cloth with the other, and silently recited spells that did not belong to the language of mortals.

Soon, in the wizard's eyes, the wind of lavender magic gathered continuously, and the cotton cloth was visibly dry and old, and finally weathered and turned into shriveled dust.

And the magic in the doll has only been used for less than 0.2, it seems that such tricks are not a problem for it.

The world of Warhammer is actually surprisingly high-magic. For example, there is no need for a spell ring, and the natural world is full of eight winds, but most people can't absorb energy and don't fall into chaos and pollution.

And there are not no humans with natural talents. For example, in Bretonnia, children often say that they can see ghosts, some can turn milk sour, and some can make strange sounds.

These are all the precursors of those who are sensitive to the eight winds. What is Roel's probably?Smell something weird?

There are the spells and teachings of Nagash, as well as the puppets that absorb the eight winds, avoiding madness and at the same time gaining the right to cast spells, which is similar to the guiding stones of elves.

Even under the leadership of the ancestors, it is full of luck and miracle to find out such ideas and success.

When Roel mastered the simplest spells and walked out of the house, he was surrounded by groups of lords...

The servants followed behind, holding all kinds of messy documents, and the lords eagerly wanted to join Nok Granset's court, which was amazing
Although Noke had told him about the general situation of the territory earlier, he did not expect it to be so bad in just three days. Noke was not a stupid person, but he really didn't know how to deal with too many "complex" matters of merchants and courts.

Some say it may be a lord's job, but in Bretonnia, a lord's job is violence.

Violence is the foundation of maintaining rule and making people attached. If Nok did not have the power and reputation of the Holy Grail Knights, the family military fortress with well-developed traffic in Granset City, he would not have huge military exploits, and he would not need to take care of so much thing.

"Crawl away, come one by one." Roel raised his hand, and the wind of death radiated from the doll pinned to his waist. This trick is called accepting death.

All the people here become calm and peaceful, as if they have reached old age in an instant, and in their twilight years, they plan to spend their old age in the Buddha's family.

"Yes... my lord."

After a while, Roel flipped through the documents, crossed his legs, drank tea, and looked at the records above.

The wealthy businessman of the empire said that the lord called him a peasant, got angry and did not cooperate.

Merchants in the southern countries felt that the tax was too high and asked for a reduction.

The local merchant clubs in Bretonnia have nothing to do with it. It's better to say that they think it's great that the lord can manage the business. This group of rat people haven't traded without the protection of mercenaries for a long time.

Roel roughly passed the economic situation in his head, that is to say, the current territory is in ruins, and Nock's few words annoyed the big foreign businessmen.

He has done a good job in the long-term planning of the territory, but it seems that Bretonnia's team is really not suitable for businessmen.

Natural personality does not match.

Roel rubbed his nose, put the matter aside, and then rejected the merchant application of the Southern Kingdom, and cursed at several lords.

"What do you ask me to do in the court? I'm a farmer?!"

The lords waited for a long time but didn't show any temper, just answered. "You are the one who led the victory and was favored by the ladies. We feel that the court process must be your witness."

After Roel's sentence, those lords honestly began to plan the opening of the palace without Roel.

Roel sighed, and began to check his strength again. After helping Nock with the last bit of business matters, he can return to Boldero to form his own strength.

The main points of his return to Bordereau are firstly to pay attention to the next situation of Musilon, secondly because the development on the shore of the port is relatively comfortable, and thirdly because it is convenient to buy gunpowder and firearms.

And the relationship between the Duke of Boldeiro and himself is not bad.

In contrast, the development prospects of staying in Brionne will be more limited. The duke here is said to have schizophrenia.

Roel took care of the situation, looked at the document, the place where the imperial businessman is now stationed is in the city, and licked the corner of his mouth.

He went to the courtyard and called the 40 adventurers who had been subordinate to him and Miss Alimara, and he also took the mortar and bayonet.

Now he is not really an unarmed guy. There are many mercenaries around the imperial merchants, so naturally he has to show more martial arts.

As Roel walked, he flipped through the spells he was currently learning that he wrote down from the nine volumes of Nagash.

Like a child getting a new toy, he's as enthusiastic about using magic with almost no side effects as he's just learned to ride a bicycle, wanting to use a little bit of everything.

Harvest Scythe?too direct

Mental decline?This person will be useful in the future

Limbs withered, wonderful!
And in the magnificent camp in the distance, in a tent made of silk, the imperial people who were lying down and studying the next commercial road did not realize that they were taken a fancy to by a newly promoted necromancer.

If he knew it, he would probably leave here immediately, the farther the better!
(End of this chapter)