Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 166 The Smile of "The Palace"
Today's training ground is extremely lively, even the lords stopped here.

This incident was not widely circulated, but even a small-scale visit couldn't stop the enthusiastic knights and attendants from making noise.

After all, if you don’t fight in normal life, you really don’t have much fun, and they don’t need to make a living like farmers. Idle people make more troubles, which is probably how it is described.

What's more, there are two girls on the field.

It's just that Lianli is quite dissatisfied with being dragged here. For her, Mr. Roel is no one's property, and she only maintains her own job. So what's the matter?
"What do you mean, you are the one..." It's no wonder that she has no good temper towards Ali Mara, but in her eyes, this guy is an inexplicable stranger.

Alimara crossed her hips. "I am a disciple of Master Roel."

This time it was Lianli's turn to be surprised, because a Bretonnian...though not a knightly hero, accepted a woman as his disciple. Obviously, this is not in line with the normal situation.

After a while, the girl's cheeks turned red. The logic is very simple. Accepting female apprentices must be one of those things, a matter of men and women...

She felt shameless at first, and then a little envious?
Alimara watched her expression change and felt that she was guilty.

"Come on, choose the weapon at will, and the loser will leave Master Roel."

The Holy Grail girl wasn't very interested at first, but now she's thinking about it, and she puts Alimara in a strange position in her heart, maybe a lover?
Even if there is a problem, her idea is very clear, she just wants to get Lord Roel's approval, she doesn't choose a weapon, she just stretches out her hand.

"A lady's servant needs no weapon."

"You said it!" Alimara picked up the blade and rushed forward. Although it is a wooden sword for training, it will hurt if it hits the head.

Lianli just closed his eyes and recited the spell silently. If Roel was here, he could see the dark green eight winds gathering around her. After a while, the ground cracked open, revealing many thorns and vines. The brown, sharp plants were sharp enough to cut through her clothing and skin.

"Mage?" Reasonably, she had seen magic on the battlefield, but it was just an informal duel between ladies. She didn't want to hurt anyone, and she couldn't use guns and bombs. She just felt excluded everywhere.

But there are thorns on the opposite side, and she also has countermeasures. Ali Mara took off her shoes and threw them at Lianli. Farmer's cloth shoes are of course not offensive, but they are very insulting. For Ali Mara, who was born in a farm family, she walked barefoot on the ground Just everyday.

When the sole of the shoe passed through the air and finally stuck to the lady's face, the gentle and refined Holy Grail girl also broke her defenses, and she cursed.

"I*, you shrew, aren't you someone else's mistress? What's the big deal, I can be a mistress even when I take off my clothes."

Alimara blushed when she scolded her. "You just open your mouth!"

"You shameless bastard! You bastard."

It doesn't really matter to scold, but the lord watching the show here is very happy. In the output between the two of them, the knights have already imagined the love and hatred of the love triangle, as well as the private joy and embarrassment~
"I didn't expect Mr. Roel to play so flamboyantly, so I just went with the lady next door..."

A lord couldn't help but comment, and suddenly the lord next to him frowned.

"Hey, isn't my territory next to you?"

"Ahem, I have time to find Lord Nok."

"Wait! Make it clear!"

The two gallop off to add more poetry to Brionne's bard.

But this situation is indeed the current situation of Brionne, the flowers played by the nobles, and their own flowers are not as fragrant as others. This cannot be blamed on Lianli and Alimara who have imagined too much, after all, Roel is indeed excellent.

When two people scold dryly, in the end they can't bear it if they are well-trained. Some people say that scolding should not be due to a lot of well-trained vocabulary?But the real scolding is actually the repeater machine war, and the one who won't get tired should win first.

Alimara quickly turned into a unilateral output, and the Holy Grail girl who scolded was red-faced, and her vocabulary gradually became ugly. This is probably why everyone thinks that their morals are not good?

The flower of Gaoling always makes people want to trample on it!
When the peasant woman won the "duel", she didn't feel the slightest honor, she just felt that her mouth was scary. The two girls had been making trouble here all afternoon, making it unpleasant, but they didn't notice one thing at all, that was Roy. I don't know how they feel at all.

Instead, the real protagonist is following Teacher Na's message at home, learning real wisdom, woman?
It will only slow down his speed of becoming a legendary lord!

As long as he becomes a great existence like a legendary lord, how many people will not worship him?

Studying the sages' books hard now, and doing Nagash tomorrow!
But a knock on the door broke his mood. He stood up, wondering who it was, and asked again.

"Hello, who is it?"

"My lord, I am the postman, and I have your letter."

"Shoot in through the crack of the door!"

"Good job!"

A crumpled letter was brought in, and Roel secretly scolded the postman for being irresponsible, picked it up and looked at the envelope again.

There is no signature and no address, which seems strange.

He opened the letter, looked at the contents, and crossed his legs beside the table.

[Short-lived ghost, I have returned to Bordereau and am entering Musilon now. This is the last time I will communicate with you. The good news is that I have found the whereabouts of the necromancer who operates the shadow guard. The bad news is , he is still alive.

If you want our business to end one day, arrange for someone to meet me at the lighthouse. There is something agitating this fall, and I can't say much, you're not qualified to know.

I hope that after a while, you can become a peasant lord, and the elves have good ears. Please stop plotting loudly with Nock in the tent! 】

Roel blushed, bastard, what do I call loud?
But he still quickly started to organize things, it was time to go home, that guy is not dead yet...

He already vaguely felt it, but he didn't want to believe it in his heart, but what his scout girl said was absolutely right...

He called Nok, this guy is still the actual owner of his territory, he is angry when he thinks about it, if he is a nobleman, he must be rich now!

When the two people on the training ground were distracted by scolding each other, they suddenly saw Roel and Nock leading the troops in a hurry, and called them to come too. When the two of them asked about the situation, they heard that Roel A woman left immediately, her complexion was not very good immediately.

They all lost!
But Ali Mara actually feels okay, if it's sister Elena, she can...

Ahem...

(End of this chapter)